Harry had no idea why taking a sip of pumpkin juice had made him fall head over heels in love with Zabini. Once second he was thoroughly enjoying a stack of waffles, the next he couldn't tear his eyes away from the back of the boy's head, couldn't help but lust. He heard someone calling his name but he had no intention of responding, his only intentions were to claim Blaise's gorgeous lips with his own. He was about to get up and do the deed when Hermione slapped him across the face. The entire Gryffindor table fell silent, attracting some odd looks from around the room.
"I said, Harry, what are you looking at?"
Harry scratched the back of his neck, suddenly out of his trance.
"I'm, I'm not sure Hermione."
"Well maybe, just maybe, you should have checked your pumpkin juice this morning." Hermione was saying it through gritted teeth, obviously very angry. She could barely keep her eyes on Harry, throwing glares at the Slytherin that hosted a hysterical Pansy, devastated Draco and an infuriated Blaise, who looked stupidly hot in Harry's opinion, "As it seems someone has slipped something into it."
Harry barely had time to look confused before Hermione stormed out, muttering threats of strangling certain students who's names Harry did not catch. Harry ran his hands through his hair, Hermione was probably overreacting. He had barely looked at Blaise and she had exploded. Satisfied with that explanation, he resumed his pancakes. Without thinking, Harry took another swig of juice, nearly finishing his glass. The wave of lust that rolled over him was nearly unbearable. Harry looked at Ron with with pleading in his eyes, and luckily he got the message. He threw a punch at Harry, pain exploding in his cheek. All thoughts of the Blaise were temporarily vanished from his mind as he tried not to cry out. Ron looked on with a grimace, clearly wishing he hadn't punched so hard. Harry tried to thank him but found that he couldn't move his jaw. His eyes widened in surprise and he got up from the table, stumbling out of the great hall with Ron not far behind.

Draco was furious. Something at breakfast had Potter staring at Blaise longingly all morning, and looking at their smirks, Blaise and Pansy had something to do with it. He swore that he had heard Potter mumbling something in potions about 'wishing the handsome bastard would notice him'.
He mentioned it offhandedly at lunch, and their grins only widened. Finally, he snapped. Draco hadn't mentioned it all day, pretending not to notice how red Potter went whenever Zabini walked by, nor the string of curses that occurred once Potter was around the corner. It seemed that he had found a temporary fix to his ... ailment. That being pain inflicted by the Weasel. The whole ordeal had been getting on Draco's nerves all day, and he was going to put an end to it.
"What did you do Zabini?" He snarled it, but the other boy only laughed.
"Got my long-term crush interested using a little persuasion, if you would call it that."
Long-term crush? Sure, the two had discussed Harry when safely out of earshot, but crush? Draco was taken aback. Ever since Harry had broken up with the Weasley prat all of the girls (and most of the boys) had their eye on him. He was probably the hottest person at school. Like, in a bad way. Draco Luscius Malfoy was not under any circumstances interested in the chosen one or his chosen arse. Well, maybe the arse. And the eyes. And the hair. And the body. And the laugh. But Draco was definitely not interested in his personality. Definitely. 100%. Not even a tiny bit. Well, maybe just a tiny bit. Dammit! Draco was falling for Harry fucking Potter of all people and apparently, so was Blaise. He shook his head in fake disgust
"I don't know what you see in him," he lied, and skulked off to find Snape.