"I think it started in our third year," she murmurs thoughtfully. "Right after I smacked you in the face for making fun of Hagrid? Yes, that must've been it, I think. I started to ponder your behavior and what might be behind your controlled facade. I didn't want to believe that it was just a matter of character. So I started watching you, analyzing you. With the unexpected side effect that I realized how handsome you were, especially when you felt unobserved and weren't busy insulting someone. I wondered what it would be like if we were just classmates, not arch-enemies. Just a girl and a boy, you know." 