Harry wandered into the library, looking for Hermione. He needed her advice on something every girl knew more about than any boy. Relationships. He had recently broken up with his girlfriend, well now ex-girlfriend, Cho Chang. But that didn't concern him at the moment, as he had his sights set on someone else. He wondered if he could ask Hermione without actually having to mention any names.

You see, Harry Potter isn't exactly what you would call straight. He knew it when he had stayed at the Weasleys' house the previous summer, when he had shared a room with his best friend, Ron. It wasn't the first time they shared a room, but something in Harry's head had clicked that summer, telling him that he was not only attracted to girls. Harry left his thoughts at that moment because he had just seen Hermione's bushy hair emerge from behind a bookshelf. "Hermione!" he whispered loudly, walking over to her.
"Harry, hi." She replied warmly, pulling a book out of its shelf. "How are you?"
"I'm alright…well no actually, I'm not. I have to ask you something." He told her, pulling her over to a back corner.
"What's wrong? Did you and Ron have a fight?" She asked him. He shook his head.
"No, nothing like that. I wanted to ask you about…relationships." He looked vaguely embarrassed. Hermione smiled knowingly.
"Alright. What do you want to know about them?" she leaned against the wall and pushed her hair back off of her face. But before he could reply, someone else joined them. Harry gasped quietly as a tall, sleek blond boy approached them.
"You know, most people would appreciate it if you two would get off with each other somewhere else, as in somewhere where no one can see you." Draco Malfoy drawled, smirking slightly at his own comment. Hermione blushed slightly and told him to burn in hell, which sparked up an argument between them. Harry, however, just stared at Draco, taking in his strangely good looks. This is who Harry had taken quite a liking to. 'Just my bloody luck' Harry thought to himself, 'I would have to take a liking to him, of all people.' Harry and Draco had been sworn enemies since their first day at Hogwarts, but recently Harry had realized that he didn't really hate him that much anymore. Or at all. Suddenly, Draco turned his attention to Harry. "What are you staring at, Potter?"
"Just your hideous face." Harry said coolly, trying to control his blushing. Draco cocked his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. Then, he proceeded to pout.
"You don't mean that, do you, Potter?" he asked, staring directly into Harry's eyes and smiling. Harry flushed for real and shook his head slowly. Malfoy smirked. "I knew it. You've gone soft, Potter." Harry silently begged to differ, judging by how tight his pants felt at the moment. "When your figure out some better insults, come find me. I'll be outside." And with that, he departed from the library. Hermione, who had watched their conversation quietly, beamed.
"It's Malfoy, isn't it?" she inquired, sitting on one of the empty desks. Harry looked at her and sighed.
"Yeah…what's wrong with me?" He sat down on the floor and leaned back on the wall.
"Nothing, Harry. I always knew you'd end falling for either him or Ron." Hermione picked up her books and got up. "I hoped it would be Draco though." Then she too, left Harry to his own thoughts.