It's been months since that wretched quidditch game and Draco Malfoy have gone mad.
He kept asking himself why would a mudblood smiled at him,damn her and her cruel sadistic mind. She's playing some sort of muggle tricks to deceive him, she must've been right? Right? That's why he's started to keep an eye on her, watching every movement, noticing every single detail about her; her big bushy hair pulled in a bun, several freckles in her nose, small button nose, healthy rosy cheeks, pink lips…
Oh, this is the start of something good
Don't you agree?
What was I thinking? She's a mudblood. A mudblood. With that mantra in his head, he tried to look anywhere but to her direction. But he knew he was cursed, there's nothing he can do to erase that smile from his mind. And he silently hopes it will never fade.