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He stood ridged for a moment, then he paled, and turned towards me. "I see," he said, his voice dead. What had I done? It was like I had killed something that was distinctly Malfoy in that instant.

"Malfoy?" I said, and he turned away from me.

"No, you're right, I mean, we're both male, we're from totally opposite status's, and on top of that all, we've hated each other for years. I don't know when exactly, or how exactly, it all changed for me, but..." I shook my head.

"Malfoy, you have a problem. There's something very wrong with you." He laughed humorlessly.

"Yes, I certainly have a problem. I found myself dreaming of you every night, and I can't stop thinking about you this whole summer." I backed away from him and he looked at me in anger.

"What?" I said, trying not to let my voice shake. He wouldn't do anything crazy would he?

"What's your problem Potter? Scared of me now? Think I'm frightening when you've never been frightened of me before?" His voice had raised a notch and I was seriously worried about his sanity. He held out his wand and screamed at me...