A/N: sorry its been so lore heavy lately just tryna push through thats all. So enjoy a less lore chapter
"Hah! You're gonna do what?" Pansy barked in laughter, her voice echoing in the early morning silence of the common room.
Aly glanced around nervously, ensuring no one was within earshot before responding in a hushed tone, "I'm gonna befriend Malfoy..." she muttered reluctantly.
Pansy wiped a tear from her eye, still chuckling. "Wow, good luck with that," she remarked, amused.
"Noooo Pansy, I need your help," Aly pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice.
"With what?"
"Well, he's your friend, isn't he?"
"He is NOT my friend," Pansy retorted, her laughter subsiding into a dry chuckle.
"How do I become friends with him, then?" Aly persisted, determined to glean any insight she could from Pansy.
"I don't know, girl, you're on your own," Pansy replied nonchalantly, already beginning to distance herself from the conversation.
Aly's frustration mounted at Pansy's lack of assistance. "Wait, so you don't care that I'm using him?" she questioned incredulously.
"Why would I? He's not my friend," Pansy shrugged dismissively before sauntering away, leaving Aly to groan in exasperation.
Aly sighed, feeling the weight of her mission bearing down on her shoulders. Determined to make progress, she decided to approach Draco during breakfast in the Great Hall.
As she neared the Slytherin table, Aly mustered all her courage and plastered on her most (fake) charming smile. "Hi, Malfoy!" she greeted, trying to sound casual.
Draco looked up from his plate and scowled with a skeptical expression on his face. "What do you want, Klassen?" he snapped.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to study together sometime," Aly suggested, internally cringing.
Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Why would I want to study with you?" he replied dismissively, turning back to his breakfast.
Aly rolled her eyes and didn't want to give up yet. She thought about appealing to his ego. Thinking about the one thing he bragged the most about.
"Um... so I heard you're really good at Quidditch," Aly remarked, trying to strike up another conversation while awkwardly standing behind him as he ate.
Draco glanced at her, his interest piqued. "Yeah, I am," he admitted proudly.
"Well, I was thinking maybe you could give me some tips sometime," Aly suggested, hoping to flatter him.
Draco smirked, clearly enjoying the attention. "Sure, I could do that," he replied, his tone slightly more amiable.
But just as Aly thought she was making progress, Draco's expression darkened. "Actually, on second thought, I don't want to waste my time with someone like you," he declared coldly, leaving Aly feeling dejected and embarrassed.
"What is that supposed to mean!"
"I can't teach a girl — never mind a mud-blood — quidditch," he said in disgust.
As the days passed, Aly continued to make awkward attempts to befriend Draco, each one ending in failure and further solidifying his hatred for her. Despite her best efforts, it became increasingly clear that gaining Draco's trust would be much harder than she had thought
In the quiet confines of the library, Aly approached Draco, hoping to get his help with a particularly challenging Potions assignment. "Hey Malfoy," she said quietly, "mind if I sit here? I could use some help with this Potions assignment."
