Harry Potter

It didn't make sense.

It went against everything his friends, family, and society had taught him.

Draco Malfoy liked Muggles.

While he didn't hide it, he was smart enough that he didn't advertise it. Those that knew were confused, and his parents had long since stopped trying to make sense of it.

When Draco had first been told what a Muggle was, he was just confused. People living without magic? For someone who grew up surrounded by magic, it sounded impossible. But the more he learned about them, the more intrigued by them he became.

Not only did they survive without magic, they thrived, conquering the world with their science and technology. Muggles had proven themselves capable of even surpassing what magic could do when they went to the moon. Everything they had accomplished made Draco respect them. He would never be as openly fanatical about them like that Arthur Weasley his father was always mocking, but he liked them nonetheless.

He would be going off to Hogwarts soon, and while his father was lecturing him on upholding the family name and getting as close as he could to the famous Boy-Who-Lived, Draco was most excited about finally getting to meet Muggleborns and learning what it was like before they learned about magic.

Maybe he could do both; after all, they said Harry Potter was raised in the Muggle World.