As a "noble pure-blood", Malfoy had always looked down upon those Mudbloods. Therefore, even though Cho Chang was pretty, and even though Hermione was pretty, he had never spared them a second glance. He hadn't paid much attention to Fleur either, despite her Veela bloodline.
However, the moment the girl before him appeared, his heart gave a violent leap, as if it had been heavily struck by a moose.
Yes, a moose rather than a dainty little fawn, because no sooner had his heart started racing than he was metaphorically struck over the head with a club, leaving him dazed. Some small details he had just noticed shook him to his core, directly trampling the tender "shoots of love" that had just sprouted within him straight into the mud.
Chapter 263