Gryffindor.
Did Malfoy really said Gryffindor, The Malfoy, who always hated all the Gryffindors? Harry wondered.
Pansy and Blaise already knew that Draco was gay, and who his crush was.
Before they realized, they were at Hogwarts. The doors flew and all the students picked up their luggage and left their compartments.
Malfoy was blushing, now more than ever and Harry started to blush a little too. They were gazing into each others eyes. Draco looked deep, into a deep emerald green, and Harry looked into his cold silver eyes.
"Oh... shall we go?" Harry asked breaking the silence and realizing that they had reached.
"Yeah, sure..." Draco said, shaking his head. They left the train and stepped onto the platform.
"Harry!" Hermione called from behind. Harry and Draco turned around and saw who it was.
"Oh, see you later, Draco!" Harry said with excitement.
Draco smiled a big smile at being called by his first name, and chuckled after seeing Harry blushing.
"See you later, Harry." Draco laughed.
Harry started walking toward Ron and Hermione, they were shocked by seeing Harry with Draco.
"Bloody hell, Harry, was that Malfoy? And were you... smiling at each other?" Ron asked bewildered.
"Yeah, when you two were in the prefects compartment, Draco had to come in the compartment I was sitting in because all the other ones were full. So we talked for a while and he kinda apologized for all the past few years and simply asked to be friends..." Harry explained
"Draco? You're on first name basis now?" Hermione exclaimed, "And Harry, I really don't think that being friends with Malfoy is a good idea. I mean you said that you saw his father in the grave yard when Voldemort returned." Ron shuddered by hearing His name.
Harry and Hermione ignored him.
"Yes, Hermione, I know what I saw in the grave yard. I remember it quite well. And I think that Draco, has changed, I'm pretty sure he doesn't mean any harm." Harry scowled.
"Listen mate, we just don't want you making bad decisions for yourself. After all, it is Malfoy we're talking about." Ron said with concern.
"Thank you for your concern, Ron but I think I am old enough to make my own decisions now." Harry half yelled, and then stormed off towards The Great Hall.
Harry didn't knew why he was so mad at Ron and Hermione, he knew that they cared about him and were worried about his decisions, but he knew who Draco was and he knew who his father was, a Death Eater. He just felt protective of Draco, he... liked him, and not in a way friends do.
I love Draco, Harry thought as he sat down on the Gryffindor and couldn't keep his eyes of the Slytherin table. Draco was staring at him too and they both blushed and looked away.