Gryffindor and Slytherin students loathed each other on principle.
Harry, knowing and loathing Malfoy, was sure the reason could not be innocent.
Kreacher, who was now lying flat on his back with his arms and legs in the air, gave Harry one upside-down look of deepest loathing and, with another loud crack, vanished.
He had loathed Snape from their first encounter, but Snape had placed himself forever and irrevocably beyond the possibility of Harry’s forgiveness by his attitude toward Sirius.
It was not until the glowing yellow light was ten feet away from them, and had pulled off his Invisibility Cloak so that he could be seen, that he recognized, with a rush of pure loathing, the uplit hooked nose and long, black, greasy hair of Severus Snape.
Hermione’s expression could not have been any smugger; she had loathed being outperformed in every Potions class.
Snape, who was sitting on Dumbledore’s right, did not stand up his mention of his name; he merely raised a hand in lazy acknowledgment of the applause from the Slytherin table, yet Harry was sure he could detect a look of triumph on the features he loathed so much.
’You were never much of a Seer … but you were a wonderful Object…’ Harry did not reply; he had loathed being the Object of Professor Trelawney’s continual predictions of doom.
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I make New Year’s resolutions every year and then loathe myself for breaking them.