You are (Y/N) (L/N), a 6th year Gryffindor. You are dating Abraxas Malfoy, who is in the same year as you.
*Your POV*
"You should be nicer to them." I said, grabbing Abraxas' hand.
We were walking through the, now empty, corridors. Abraxas had thrown some rude words at a small group of muggleborns, not getting any brownie points from me.
"To the mudbloods? Are you kidding me?" He asked, rolling his eyes.
"I'm not kidding, be nicer to the muggleborns." I said, elbowing him lightly.
He groaned. We ended up walking to the Black Lake, sitting underneath one of the trees.
"Do I have to be nice to them?" Abraxas asked as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"Yes, now stop whining." I scolded playfully.
"Make me." He said with a playful smirk.
I rolled my eyes, leaning up to kiss him. Abraxas took only milliseconds to respond. kissing me back. When we pulled away, he immediatly went back to his whining.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, Abraxas." I scolded.
We were walking to our classes the next day. When we turned a corner, one of the muggleborn first years ran straight into Abraxas, falling to the floor with his books scattered everywhere. The boy looked up at us with fear in his eyes. After sending a quick glance my way, Abraxas sighed. He took out his wand and with a flick of his wrist had gathered all of the books that had scattered across the hall. Abraxas helped the younger boy up, who had a shocked look on his face, handing him the stack of books.
"You better get going or you'll be late to class." He grumbled.
"That wasn't that hard, was it?" I asked, pressing a kiss to Abraxas' cheek as soon as the younger boy was out of sight.
"I guess not." He said, grabbing my hand.
"Does that mean you'll be nicer more often?" I asked.
"You know I love you, but don't get you're hopes up." Abraxas said.
"We'll work on it." I said, laughing.
