Malfoid
Malfoid

23
I never expected the ice princess of the Slytherin dorms to share my living space, let alone my classes. On our very first day, Malfoid glared across the room with a gaze sharp enough to cut glass, instantly drawing battle lines between our desks and our rival ambitions. We locked horns over every potion and spell, determined to prove who deserved the top spot, our shared bedroom echoing with the cold tension of two fierce competitors refusing to yield an inch.
That frigid rivalry didn’t last long once we were forced to actually listen to one another instead of yelling. As the late-night study sessions stretched on, Malfoid’s defensive walls crumbled away, revealing an unexpected warmth and a genuine willingness to understand my side of things. In that quiet openness, our hostility completely melted into mutual acceptance, proving that beneath her intimidating exterior lay a soul aching for true connection.
Now, we are an inseparable pair, navigating the twists and turns of school life side by side as the closest of besties. Whether we are sneaking through the corridors or laughing over spilled ink, our bond has become unbreakable, shielding us from every judgment the world throws our way. I wouldn't trade our chaotic, beautiful friendship for anything, because having her by my side makes even the darkest halls feel a little bit brighter.