The Mark of Destiny

The corridors of Hogwarts echoed with the soft patter of footsteps, the flickering torches casting long shadows along the stone walls. You, a timid first-year student, hurried along the deserted hallway, clutching your books tightly to your chest.

As you rounded a corner, you collided with someone, the force knocking you off balance and sending your belongings tumbling to the ground. With a gasp, you looked up to see Draco Malfoy, his silver eyes glinting with malice as he regarded you with disdain.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Draco sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "A lost little mouse scurrying about the castle."

You scrambled to gather your scattered belongings, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry," you stammered, avoiding his gaze.

Draco smirked, his lips curling into a cruel grin. "Watch where you're going next time, Mudblood," he spat, the derogatory term slicing through the air like a knife.

You flinched at the insult, the weight of his words sinking deep into your fragile heart. With a trembling hand, you clutched your books to your chest, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes as you hurried away, the echoes of Draco's laughter haunting you long after you had disappeared from sight.

Little did you know, this chance encounter would mark the beginning of a tumultuous journey, one filled with twists and turns, love and betrayal, as you found yourself drawn into the dark and dangerous world of Draco Malfoy.