AN: Welcome to my very first story on this site! This is just a short idea that popped into my head I had to write down. Please, do read more than the first few sentences, because they are a bit cliché (but necessary). Have fun and please review, if you like =)
I don't own Harry Potter. Neither the books, nor the films or anything else. It's a sad fact, really.
Oh, how he hated that look. How he hated her! Even before he'd first met her had he already hated her. A Mudblood, unworthy of walking on Hogwarts' magical grounds and breathing magical air. She never should have received that letter, never should have been allowed to be taught magic! No, admittedly, back then he didn't have anything against her as a person – he just hated her kind.
That hatred reached a whole new level, however, when she became one of Potter's groupies. The concept was easy enough: he insulted her (or preferably her family) and generally tried to make her life miserable and she in turn thought of him as a terrible person. He hated her, she hated him – as simple as that. But then... then all of this had to happen!
And now, because of her utterly ridiculous Gryffindor values, she thought of him as "good" or "noble" or whatever other ideas of supposedly positive personality traits formed in her little (though not as little as he'd have liked) Gryffindor brain.
He would never have guessed that the burning hatred he'd felt towards her before could possibly increase – but now that his insides were literally on fire every time he saw her smirking face...
Oh, so what? Yeah, maybe he did like ferrets and maybe he did help that cute little one find its mummy-ferret. It was frightened and it was cold! Shivered like mad, too...
But that's no reason to... She had no right... Really, she didn't have to make that one act of compassion (please gag now at Gryffindorkish phrasing) – or whatever it was – the "core" of his existence! And as if her victorious "ha!" at her discovery weren't enough, no, she had to remind him of his "human side", as she put it, every-friggin'-day!
There, there it was again! That amused look, the knowing twinkle in her eyes, the barely contained laughter. She clearly didn't take him seriously anymore! And she had obviously developed some sort of immunity against his famous Malfoy glare (of doom), too, as latest researches showed. All his insults met with giggles, her answer to every "Mudblood" just a wink...
Oh, how he hated her, how he hated all this! But one tiny thing he hated even more was that he sometimes quite liked it...