'Potter, it's always Potter'

'the way he walks through the doors of the Great Hall, stupid smile planted on his face, hair that points to every direction, green eyes that scan the room like he owns the place.

The way he talks.

The fact that he wins every bloody quiditch game against me.'

'I hate it.'

'No, I don't hate him,...

I hate that I love him.'

'I could never hate him,... I love him.

'I love the way he walks through the doors of the Great Hall with his beautifull smile planted on his face, I love that his I-just-had-the-best-fuck-of-my-life hair points to every direction,

God I even love that he wins every quiditch match against me, just because I want to see that glorious smile om his face when he realizes he has won again. I love his voice, his soft and gentle voice. But most of all I love his eyes, those big, bright, gorgous green eyes.

I, Draco Malfoy, am madly and utterly in love with Harry Potter