Nothing belongs to me.
I: New
Well, this was new, not to mention frightening and just wrong.
Draco did not welcome the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach whenever she walked into the Great Hall, nor did he enjoy the goosebumps that erupted along his arms when they accidentally (of course) brushed against each other in corridors.
He did not like the way the Weasley girl was always on his mind, nor did he appreciate the fact that she seemed to haunt his dreams, contributing to his sleepless nights.
Draco Malfoy did not know what the hell what happening to him. He wasn't too sure if he wanted to know.
But if Draco Malfoy knew anything, it was this: new is bad.