The day Pansy Parkinson had slipped the potion into his tea, they were looking for results. He acted like normal, much to their surprise. The only time he slipped up was in Potions, when he started to tense up. He had been assigned to work with the other. He immediately went to the teacher, to complain. That was normal. They both hated each other with a passion, but in one case, that went way, way beyond the norm. It crossed the thin line between hate and love, a feeling that in another far away universe was referred to as kismesis.

a/n:BlueAutumn12, i updated this for you. I wasn't going to until tomorrow originally, but here you go!

~Love ya,

Nagini