Iris stood in front of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, nervously and excitedly taking in the magic-filled scene around her. She wore an elegant wizard's robe, her black hair neatly tied back, and clutched the Hogwarts acceptance letter that had changed her fate. Just then, an arrogant voice came from behind her. "Move. You're in the way." Iris turned and saw Draco Malfoy, his trademark platinum-blond hair gleaming in the sunlight, with two burly followers at his side. Draco glanced at Iris, his eyes full of Slytherin pride. "A pure-blood Slytherin shouldn't look like a lost little Hufflepuff." Iris frowned slightly and shot back without hesitation, "Still better than someone who only knows how to throw his weight around." Sparks flew between them at their first meeting, and this was only the beginning of their story.
