ONE
He saw him there; hair so blonde, his stance so tall. He thought there was no place he'd rather be. It took him a few minutes to realize he was staring. He looked down and continued drinking his latte.
Ever since all those years ago, Harry decided he would like to teach potions class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. Severus Snape was the last one to teach it since Harry had been to Hogwarts. Snape. The bravest man I've ever known Harry thought.
Draco had left the shop with his father and Harry could look up again. But only to his surprise, Draco couldn't take his eyes off of Harry and Harry felt his face heat up and he looked back down.
Harry made his way from the coffee shop and he couldn't get his mind off of Draco. Why .do I have these feelings? What does Draco have that makes me feel like this?! But then something did pop up in the back of his mind and he blushed again.
"Hey Harry, what are you up to?" Said Ron as Harry made his way up to the Burrow.
"Hmm, what? Oh nothing just went for my morning coffee at the beanery". Said Harry who was still afraid of his face still being tomato red.
"Oh, okay." Ron paused looking oddly at Harry. "Well come inside. We won't bite."
Harry made his way through the door and entered the Wesley's home. He had missed the Burrow. It was like his second home, (his first while living with the Dursleys). Harry walked over to the kitchen table and nearly tripped. Errol was in the middle of the floor with mail in his beak.
"Oh Errol, you stupid bird!" Ron shouted. "Mum, the mail's here! Sorry about that Harry. Are you alright today? You seem a bit... off."
No you aren't fine you're obviously in love with MALFOY he thought to himself not answering Ron.
"Harry?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. totally fine. I don't mean to be rude but er, I've got to go. Classes start tomorrow you know." He said stuttering half his words.
"Oh, alright then. See ya man." Ron said waving to him as he apparated back to his apartment.