History
Definition One: knowledge dealing with the past
Harry hated the blonde boy, and the blonde boy hated Harry. That's just how it went.
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Draco was above him. He was richer (or so he hoped), he was smarter, and he was destined for greater things; that he was sure of. Yes, Draco knew in his heart that he was above Harry Potter. Because that was just how the world worked.
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That sneering, nasty Slytherin had given Harry and all of his friends such a rough time. Ever since he had rejected Malfoy's supposed friendship, not only did Harry pay hell, but so did Ron and Hermione. And he hated that. So, in accordance, he hated Malfoy…with all his heart.
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Draco hated those lush green eyes; that soft bright smile, and that dreadful mess this boy dared to call a hairstyle. How could he not even see how awful he looked?
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Harry winced everyday at the sight before him: a cascade of tousled platinum, cold ice for eyes, and what looked to be an alarmingly permanent ailment – that terrible, ugly sneer. And Harry was forced to see it everyday. In the hallways, in the classrooms, and unfortunately, even in the bathrooms.
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Draco was very well aware that he hated Harry Potter, but, as much as he writhed with disgrace at admitting it, he was even more aware that Harry Potter hated him. A feeling that used to make him glow with pride now made his throat burn and his chest cinch up as though his ribs were constricting upon his heart the way a snake constricted its prey. How very fitting, he thought to himself sleepily, and began to drift off in an attempt to ignore his new-found feelings of puzzlement.
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Harry was struggling impatiently with himself; restless and determined, his body would not allow him entrance into a marvelous world of dreams. He hated Malfoy. He knew it. Malfoy knew it. The whole of Hogwarts knew it. So then...
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Why do I feel this way?