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I stared down at my books, trying to convince myself that none of it was true. I didn't really feel like that. Not for him. He was my enemy, my nemesis, a Slytherin, a big-headed idiot, a… a boy.
But as I thought about it more and more I knew it was true. I was falling fast… for Draco Malfoy. And you know what hurt the most? The fact that I knew he didn't feel the same way. How could he? He was normal. Not like me. Not insane and stupid. He was straight in other words.
I looked up at him. There he was, sitting in his blonde-headed glory, completely oblivious to the way I felt about him. He laughed evilly at something Goyle was saying. I loved that laugh. And that smile… it was enough to make me melt. And I did. Like, all over my text books. Anyway, after I realised I was drooling and I put my tongue back in my mouth, I saw that the bell had gone. So I gathered my slag covered books and waltzed out of the classroom.
'Potter,' I heard him spit out from behind me. It hurt to hear him say my name so scornfully.
'What Malfoy?' I said, turning to face him. My stomach did a flip as I saw the evil smile on his face once again.
'Nothing, I just felt like annoying you,' he replied, pushing past me to continue down the hall.
'Draco, wait,' I called after him, even surprising myself by using his first name.
'What Potter?' he said boredly, turning around to look at me again. My breath had to get caught in my throat right at that moment of course.
'I… I…' I attempted but nothing else came out.
'Save it Potter, I don't have time for your rubbish,' he said, walking away for real this time.
I whispered one thing as he left, 'I love you.'
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