His white hair glinted in the sunlight as it streamed through the floor length windows, his pointed face was furrowed intently and was currently shoved inside a Potions book as he ignored the outside world. Slytherin students chattered loudly beside him, and a few of his crew tried talking to him, but he paid them no mind. He seemed to be off in his own world, which was odd for the arrogant boy as he was often the centre of attention and demanding others affection. Harry watched him silently from afar and admired the way the sun softly shone on his milky skin, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and pointed nose.
"Oof!" Harry groaned as Ron elbowed hard in the stomach, resulting in a whimper from Harry.
"What was that for you git?" Harry moaned, rubbing his sore stomach.
Ron rolled his eyes. "You've been ignoring us for the past 5 minutes! What's goin' on upstairs?" Ron asked, giving Harry an intrigued look.
Harry simply shrugged and denied their attempts to talk, though Hermione kept pestering him. "Hello Harry, I noticed you've been lookin' over at Draco for quite some time." Luna whispered in Harry's ear, seemingly appearing out of nowhere which made Harry jump. She giggled softly and patted his shoulder, skipping off back to the Ravenclaw table.
Harry shook his head, wondering why everyone was so interested in his life. Oh, who's he kidding? It's always been like that, he was the Boy Who Lived after all, Saviour of the World. He had thought that the death of Voldemort would have quieted things down, and it had seemed to slightly but not by much. Instead, he constantly had a group of admirers following his every move. The thought made Harry shudder. Ever since they arrived back at the castle, a group of lovesick girls followed behind him, letting out a few hushed whispers and giggles.
As Harry trudged up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, his mind wandered back to the silky blonde-haired boy at lunch. It was an odd occurrence to see the boy with his face shoved in a book, and Harry wondered why, he hadn't spoken to the boy since the war.
He walked up to the portrait of the Fat Lady and whispered, "Wart-toads." The portrait immediately opened to the Gryffindor common room and Harry slipped into his room silently, slumping down onto his bed. The Slytherin boy was all Harry could think about, the way his hair shone brightly and his icy grey eyes. His soft, plump lips wrapping around his-
Harry groaned and shifted, shoving his face into his pillows cursing Malfoy's stupid lips. He cast a quick Silencio spell on himself, shoving his hand into his boxers and quickly relieving himself. Uttering a silent cry of Draco's name, Harry made a mess in his trousers and fell into a deep slumber, full of a boy with glittering icy eyes.
