"I know it sounds ridiculous, but...well. There was something about you, you were so confident despite being muggle born. And I was raised all my life to think muggle borns were," a look of pain fell across his face. "Were vile and stupid. But you weren’t any of those things. And then you were best mates with Potter and Weasley, and it was like I didn’t exist. I was so used to being seen, and it was like you never saw me. Never talked to me. So I did the only thing I knew, which was to bully you all. And when you started to fall for Weasley, it was all like a bloody tragedy. I would stare at you, in the library and the great hall, during potions, anytime really. I was able to brush it off as disgust to anyone that noticed, but it never was."