Draco covered up his crush for you with cutting remarks and name-calling. When you slapped him in third-year, he was secretly thrilled. He finally found a girl who was strong, who stood her ground, who didn't let anyone push her around, nothing like that absolute fuckwit Pansy Parkinson.
He envied you for your intelligence, your quick thinking. Before he knew what your parentage was like, he thought you should have been in Slytherin. But then his father talked to him about the things he had been drilling into Draco's head all his life: Muggle-borns were scum and they didn't deserve to be affiliated with true wizards, in other words, purebloods, for Lucius Malfoy had heard of a brilliant young witch in his son's year at Hogwarts who was born to a pair of Muggle dentists. Lucius Malfoy explained everything about his twisted view on life during those Christmas holidays. But when Draco developed his first ever crush during first year, all the stanzas he had grown up with flew out of his mind. He didn't care that she were best friends with Harry Potter.
All that mattered was that pretty, bushy-haired girl in his year at Hogwarts.
