He loved her.
He knew why, though he would never know how it came to be.
He hated her because he loved her.
He saw everything she did.
He memorized her face, her hair, her eyes.
He desperately wanted to see something other than loathing for himself behind those eyes.
One day, he did, but it wasn't love. Not yet.
He longed to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her, but that could never happen.
He knew they shared a common room, a dorm, the Head Girl and he, but no one could ever know of his obsession, his passion, his every thought.
Her memorized face tortured his dreams.
Her chocolate eyes harbor feelings of love, death.
Oblivious to all the death, the blood, the pain, she made her last confession to her killer.
"I love you, Draco."
He kissed her goodbye as she took her last breath.
He loved her.