Nobody liked him. He knew this, and most of the time it didn't bother him. He could ignore the snide comments and heated glares directed at him and, for the times worse came to worse, he could give as good as he got.
The entire wizarding world hated him for who he was and what he did, but he could ignore it. Because every night he went to a house and to that one wizard with the entrancing green eyes that loved him more than everyone, himself included, felt he deserved. And really that was more than enough for him.