From Wrong To Right
A/N : I do not own Harry Potter…..
Harry looked around,his mouth full of treacle pudding,his mind barely taking in what his best friends-turned-couple,Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were talking about.His brilliant emerald green eyes flickered across the Great Hall,searching.Unable to find what –or rather,who – he was looking for,he just stuffed his mouth with another spoonful of pudding.He gave a heavy sigh.
Harry Potter had never ever,EVER in his life would think that he would anticipate just SO much to see a certain someone.A certain someone with delicious (a/n- I gotta b honest,I'm describing him in my own feelings..ooh) white-blond hair,startling grey-blue eyes,and very I mean VERY handsome features,with broad shoulders,and a Quidditch body.Yes.Draco Malfoy.Yes,ladies and gentlemen,Harry Potter,The Boy Who Lived,is gay.Well.These things happen.
Half-heartedly,harry looked around the room again.Aha.He ound it.He saw Draco's adoring face sticking out a mile.Because to harry,the rest of the people just weren't as significant as Draco.How he wished,he could just once,just once,run his hand through that thick blond hair,trace that sexy jawbone…kiss those lips..just anticipating,he knew,to be kissed….
'Harry?Are you..are you kissing your pudding!" Ron can't take it any longer..he bursts into peals of laughter..
'uuhhh…."