Lee Donghae hates him!

He hates him!

Well, that is what he tells himself, though. 

But, deep down, he knows it is the exact opposite.

The compartment door slid open, cutting Donghae off as he was explaining Quidditch to Harry Potter - who surprisingly knew nothing about the famous sport. Three boys entered and Harry immediately recognized one of them; a pale boy he had met while getting his uniform fitted. While the famous boy's attention was on the blonde, Donghae had his eyes on another boy. He had seen him before, if he was right. The other boy's hair was gray - or was it purple? Donghae was not sure - and he looked Korean, like Donghae. He did not know why, but he kept on staring.

Donghae had missed the first part of Harry's interaction with the blonde boy, but he heard when the boy his eyes were on was introduced, "This is Crabbe," the blonde boy pointed at a boy, who looked thickset and mean, before he turned to the other, "And this is Lee Hyukjae." I will definitely not forget that, Donghae mused. He was about to hold out his hand, oh yes, but his intention to befriend him immediately deflated when Donghae learned who the blonde boy was, "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." Donghae snorted when he heard it

What ensued?

Insults to Donghae's family, Harry refusing to accept Draco's offered hand and what could be called a long-term hatred between all those in the small compartment.

Donghae, hating Malfoy and being a friend of Harry, felt obligated to hate Lee Hyukjae too.

But, could he hate Hyukjae? 

Of course I can! He is a Slytherin, and I am a Gryffindor! We are meant to hate each other, not friends!