A/N: So, this is my first story. Please be gentle, but I would love reviews to help me out here. I have an idea of where this is going, but any constructive criticism or suggestions would be great. Thank You! Review! It feeds my muse!

Harry sat in the great hall. Looking around at his table, the 'eighth years' table, he sighed. If Hermione wasn't so bloody stubborn (and scary) he wouldn't be here. Him and Ron would be living their dream, working as Aurors for the ministry. All without finishing school. But Hermione, with her wand in hand, had demanded that they complete their education, no matter how unnecessary Harry deemed it.

"Harry? Harry? Earth to Harry?"

Harry looked up, smacking his face into Ron's hand.

"Mate! What's up with you? I know school sucks a bit, but what's one more year?"

Harry grimaced.

"See, Harry, it's expressions like that that make me wonder what is so unpleasant to you about Hogwarts this year." butted in Hermione.

"Honestly!" Hermione sighed. But then she leaned towards him, whispering under her breath.

"Harry… what is it? Really?"

Harry looked back at her. He knew he was being a pain, but he couldn't help it. He wasn't upset or anything. Sure, he still got nightmares, but he had been in a war. No. It wasn't anything really.

Then Harry turned to look further up the table. There he was. Also completing his education, Draco Malfoy sat, laughing with his friends at something. Probably at his own joke. Git. Draco… he was so… annoying. Irritating….Handsome…

WOAH! Where did that come from? Thought Harry. He shook himself. Draco was a git. A GIT…. Right?

Hermione examined Harry. He seemed ok enough. He wasn't in trouble. He wasn't properly angry. No. He just seemed…. Irritated. Like something was bothering him, and he didn't quite understand why. Hermione followed his eyeline to the end of the table. Malfoy was laughing with his friends, pushing a hand through his hair. Hmmmm… Hermione looked at Harry, then back at Draco, then back at Harry, then back to Draco, then back to Harry again.

Shit.

Hermione knew that look. It was the look she used to give Ron. When Ron annoyed her. But when she liked him anyway.

Ron looked at both his friends, who had gone silent. Hermione was grinning, Harry was grimacing and both of them were seemingly oblivious to what Ron had been telling them about the Chudley Canons. Also, both were looking at… Malfoy. MALFOY?

"Uh… Harry? Something bothering you?" Ron asked.

Harry jumped, and went back to staring at his food.

"No." He said shortly.

Hermione smiled subtly. "More like is 'someone' bothering him."

Harry dropped his knife and fork, and they clattered noisily on his plate. "What?"

"You heard me, Harry. Malfoy, is he bothering you?"

Harry looked startled but replied curtly. "No more than usual."

Hermione smiled even wider. "Then, Harry, why is it that you resemble an irritated- "

Harry looked wary.

"-yet LOVESICKpanda as you stare at him? Hm?"

Harry went bright red and started spewing all kinds of retorts and excuses at the both of them.

"EXCUSE ME? WHAT? MALFOY? PFFFFTTTT! UM, NO! HE'S A GIT!"

But Ron didn't really believe any of it. Because, now that Hermione had so eagerly pointed out… Harry looked like Hermione, when she was accused of liking Lockhart in second year. Angry, embarrassed, but ultimately failing to hide it. Ron sighed. It was going to be a long year.