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He's staring again. Fortunately, he catches himself before she looks up and sees him. He's absolutely disgusted – with himself, primarily. She's a Gryffindor, a blood traitor, and a Weasley. He should hate her – and consciously, he does. He's disgusted with her – with the way she stares at stupid Potter, and hangs around with idiots like Longbottom and freaks like Looney Lovegood. She's worthless; she'll amount to absolutely nothing, even if she is a pureblood, she's still a blood traitor, and really, what's worse than that? Maybe a mudblood, like Granger, but, really, mudbloods can't help that they're filthy and subwizard – blood traitors can.
That didn't explain why he was staring at the Weasley girl. She wasn't even pretty, not really. Ginger hair, freckles, not really all that much to look at, and a blood traitor on top of that. Okay, so maybe that was a lie. If he were to be perfectly honest, she's pretty damn hot. But he's rarely honest, even with himself, so he's allowed to call her an unattractive filthy blood traitor. (At least the last part's true, right?)
Those boys who chase after her don't realise how worthless she really is. What's so special about her? Nothing. She's absolutely nothing. So she can play Quidditch and has some ability with hexes. So what? There are a lot of better girls out there.
Sure, maybe Pansy isn't the most physically attractive girl in the world – but she's a pureblood and she practically worships him… and frankly, anymore, it disgusts him.
A lot of things disgust him as of late, and it's not like he hasn't realised it. That still doesn't mean that he finds the Weasley girl attractive.
…So why doesn't she disgust him as much as Pansy does?