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“So…Potter.”
“What about him, Pansy?”
“Oh nothing.”
“Please. I know it’s not nothing. Spit it out.”
“Do you fancy him?”
“Me? Wh—Fancy Potter? Are you mad?”
“I knew it!”
“Merlin, Pansy! Potter is an insufferable, arrogant, selfish—”
“Are we still talking about Potter?”
“Oh piss off.”
“No need to get snarky with me, Draco. I know when you fancy someone. I can tell.”
“Oh really? And pray, how can you tell I fancy Potter?”
“Oh him? Well that I’ve known since first year, darling.”
“First year—how—what an absurd notion! I did not fancy Potter infirstyear.”
“Ah, yes. You’re right. Before first year.”
“Before—honestly!”
“It wasn’t all that hard to tell, you know. You only talked about him every chance you had.”
“But—I didn’t—you never even said.”
“Of course not! I hardly thought you would take it well. I mean, would you have?”
“No! But you think I’m taking it well now?!”
“Well, you haven’t denied it.”
“I shouldn’t think I had to!”
“Still no denial.”
“I do not—I have never—Potter is the chosen one! The savior! And I’m—well it doesn’t matter what I am. I hate him.”
“Right.”
“Or at least, I don’t…fancy him. I never have. It’s different with him. Whenever I see him with those stupid glasses and that stupid scar and his stupid messy hair like he hasn't brushed it in weeks…I feel my chest burn like it’s on fire. I just want to scream. Or strangle him.”
“Hate is funny like that, isn’t it?”
“You mustn’t…I never said any of that. Ever.”
“Oh Draco, my love. I only hope…”
“Hope what?”
“I only hope he doesn’t break your heart.”
“…”
“…”
"Don't be absurd, Pansy. Besides, even if I did fancy him, which is absolutely ridiculous, he would never—we could never. He hates me.”
“But you see, Draco, I don’t think he hates you. I don't think he hates you at all.”