The sun began to fall and the air began to cool outside and in the walls of the damp castle. It was dinner time at Hogwarts and . The banquet hall flooded with famished students from all houses. All the students sat down at their designated tables, waiting for the feast to start.
A certain someone at the Gryffindor table was especially enjoying dinner tonight. Maybe it was because a certain Slytherin blonde wasn't there to ruin it all for everyone as usual.
"Dinner's awfully nice today." Said Granger.
"Maybe because that Malfoy git isn't here to ruin it all." Said Ron as everyone began to chuckle. But Ron had spoken too soon.
The dining hall doors flung open and there he was. Draco Malfoy. Malfoy strutted his way through the rows of tables, starting with the Gryffindor row, with his habitual mischievous smirk slapped across his face.
"Prat." Ron muttered under his breath with a wicked smile on his face as the blonde passed by.
Mud-blood, twat… Potter." He greeted the group of friends back and continued to his way. Ron grumbled to himself and Draco snickered, continuing to parade his wau to the Slytherin table to meet all his mates.
Harry stared at him, mesmerized by the way Malfoy moved. He was a thing of beauty. He'd be even more beautiful if he wasn't such a stuck-up wank to everyone all the time. Harry wondered how Blaise and Pansy, his two most loyal lackeys, could put up with his horse-shit all the time. God knows no one else can.
Draco rotated his head slightly to the right, grey eyes accidentally meeting with green ones. Draco stared at harry passionately, maybe to scare him a little? The green eyes widened with shock and embarrassment and averted almost immediately. Was Harry… staring at him?