The son of the victors, Harry Potter, was the bane of Draco’s existence. Their rivalry at Hogwarts unmatched. He supposes Potter has the advantage of looks, as in: he looks like an idiot, like a victim, with his stupid round glasses and messy hair, yet he is every bit the spoiled brat, his mischievousness fostered by Draco’s own blood-traitor cousin. But as his family had come out on top from the war, nothing Harry Potter did was ever too much, too mean, there was nothing that could not be excused whilst Draco was punished for the smallest infraction, the great house of Slytherin dragged thorough the mud.