ScarletWriter04
For as long as she could remember, the Malfoy name carried a particular kind of chill through her home. The feud between their families was old enough that no one bothered to trace its beginning; it simply existed-bitter, quiet, and inherited. Her parents never offered details, only warnings, and she grew up filing Malfoy under the category of things one should keep a safe distance from.
She wasn't sure she believed all of it-until her first year at Hogwarts, when she finally met Draco Malfoy. Their very first exchange proved her parents right. Draco embodied every dark rumor she'd ever heard about his lineage: selfish, sharp-tongued, steeped in arrogance and privilege, wearing his family's reputation with great pride.
What began as a childish rivalry between them would not stay that way for long.
Soon, it would become sharper.
And far more personal.