Everyday

Everyday. Everyday I see him. He glares at me, and I glare right back. How I despise him; the foulest person on the earth. But then, why is it that I wait for him to pass me? I wait for him to stare with a look of disgust all over his face. Why? I don't know. I really don't. I ask myself everyday. If I hate him, why do I wait? Why do I wait?

Everyday. She passes with that look. That look that says, "I'm smarter than you and you know it." Why? Why does that filthy mudblood lay her eyes on me? It makes me shiver to know that I've been spoiled by a mudblood. But one thing disturbs me. I can see into her eyes and I can see what she is thinking. I can see what she is feeling. Anticipation. She's waiting for me? No. That can't be it. I hate her, she hates me. That's the end of it. But then why do I look forward to this time of day? Why do I look forward to sneering at her and making her day worse? Oh well. I shouldn't be worried about it.

Again. He did it AGAIN. I can't stand when he does that. He cocks his head to the side, smirks, and then looks away. I should be thinking, "Why does he smirk at me like that?" I should be thinking, "Why does he hate muggle-borns like me?" But I'm not thinking that. I'm thinking, "Why does he look away?"

Again. She looks confused. Ha. For once, she actually looks confused. But I shouldn't stare at a mudblood like that all day. It's bad for me. Mudbloods. I flinch thinking about them. But then a question arises in the back of my mind. I try to push it back into the depths. But it struggles forward. Question: "Why do I think of her?" She must be putting a spell on me. That tramp mudblood. I can't believe she put a spell on me! That's why in the foulest of moods, I think of her, and I feel better. That's why.

Crap. I looked at him again. This can't be happening. But it is. Why? Why? Why? Why is it that when I look at his icy grey eyes, I don't feel cold and angry? At least not any more. I feel warm. No. Hermione, push it back into your head. There was never a warm feeling. I haven't been getting enough sleep. I just fell warm because...because...*sigh*. There has to be a reason....What is the reason?! A spell. That's it. He's cast a spell on me! How could I have been so stupid?! Ugh! That's why...

Crap. This can't be right. I've looked through every one of the book. EVERY ONE! Even the Dark Arts books I got for Christmas! No spells show the side effects that I've been getting. Maybe I'm just getting sick. That's it. I'm falling ill. Or maybe that's not it...Maybe...No. that can't be. I can't have...fallen for her. The mudblood?! NO. But why not? Why not the mudblood? Because she's...filthy! Yes. Filthy...

No. There's not a single spell. Not a single one! I can't be falling for him. What did I just say? Fall...for...Malfoy? Never in a million years! Never...I can't be falling for him...right?