I always hated the way you looked at me. Like I was somehow beneath your notice. Didn't you understand? It was the other way around. I'm a Malfoy. You're nothing but a filthy little Mudblood.
So I teased you. I wanted to make you mad. I wanted to get your attention. But you never reacted.Then there was that day in third year. I was making fun of Hagrid; he really is an incompetent oaf. Honestly, that hippogriff almost killed me... Anyway, you finally noticed. You were yelling at me about something; I wasn't paying attention. I felt a smug satisfaction at the look on your face. I'd finally gotten to you. And then you slapped me. Me! A Malfoy! Oh, I was going to make you pay for that. Humiliating me in front of everyone. But then I looked at you. You had your wand out now, but that wasn't what got my attention. You had this look in your eyes that I'd never seen before. There was anger, but there was also... disappointment. It almost made me want to... apologize. But Malfoys never apologize. Especially not to insignificant Mudbloods. So I just walked away, though I could still feel your accusing eyes on me long after I had left.A/N: And so concludes my first ever fic. Feel free to review if you wish, but if you didn't like it, please explain why. Flames will merely be used to burn my school assignments at the end of the semester.