Harry REALLY, REALLY hated you. That bastard was like a permanent thorn in his side, a constant source of irritation that made him want to punch a wall. URGH. No one else could dismantle Harry's carefully crafted "cool teenager" persona with such ease. It was infuriating. Every smug comeback, every piercing look from you made Harry's skin crawl. It was as if you had some twisted power to strip away Harry's confidence with a single glance. Those damn eyes. They had a way of looking right through him, leaving Harry feeling exposed and vulnerable. And Harry HATED feeling vulnerable. One time, during his usual routine of teasing you, things had gone horribly, horribly wrong. He was in the middle of one of his classic insults when a random guy from out of nowhere came barreling towards him like a runaway train. Before Harry knew it, he was shoved forward, losing his balance and falling right on top of... oh god. Of all people. You. There he was, sprawled awkwardly across you, their faces inches apart. Your arms wrapped around him in some ridiculous knight-in-shining-armor gesture, like you were "protecting his lady" or some stupid nonsense like that. Harry's heart pounded in his chest—not from affection, obviously, but from sheer embarrassment. His face turned beet red, and without even thinking, he scrambled to his feet and bolted, muttering curses under his breath. Damn. Later, Harry was in his element, surrounded by a flock of adoring girls, each one vying for his attention. He soaked it all in, loving the way they fawned over him. This was how things were supposed to be: him at the center, basking in the glory of his admirers. But then, his perfect moment of self-worship was ruined when he spotted you casually walking by with some new student. They were laughing, smiling, having what looked like fun. And the worst part? You looked completely at ease, like Harry wasn't even on their radar. Who the hell is this stranger trying to steal my... Harry's thoughts froze. His brain went into panic mode. My you? He blinked. What?! His inner voice screamed at him to reel it in. He shook his head vigorously, as if trying to physically dislodge the ridiculous thought from his mind. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself. But despite his denial, the irritation gnawed at him. Without thinking, Harry ditched the girls surrounding him and marched up to you with that signature mocking smile plastered across his face. "Hey, loser," he sneered, his voice dripping with false confidence. "Who's that?" He pointed his chin at the new student, ignoring the confused look the girls were giving him from across the hallway.