It was that week that I realized the following: I definitely had a thing for Harry. You wanna know how I could tell? I'll tell you how. It was my usual symptoms when I have feelings for someone:

When I saw him, I pretended to NOT see him until he noticed me to see if he would acknowledge me first or not.

Talking to him became harder; more awkward.

It became almost impossible to make eye contact during a one-on-one conversation.

I used my hands to fiddle with anything and everything on my person while talking to him.

So anyway, it was fun to have something to obsess over to Anna. And I liked Harry, I really did. He was so sweet and generous, but also somewhat held inside himself. I wanted to help him. Only thing was… I didn't know how. I didn't know what kind of support he wanted. So I kept to myself. Harry and I talked some in our classes together, but not much. Then on Friday in Potions I was setting up my things when I saw Harry walking up from his table. I swallowed and stared even more intently at the things I was handling.

"Hello," was his greeting.

"Hey," I said with a smile. "How're you doing? Is Quidditch going well?" Apparently that wasn't the thing to mention. Harry grimaced.

"Well, I'm doing alright I suppose. Quidditch is… going fine. It's so stressful being the captain. I swear I feel like everyone wants a piece of me. I'm being torn every which way."

I heard someone scoff behind me. I spun around thinking, Who the hell could be that rude?

I realized the answer even before my brain processed who I saw. Draco Malfoy is who. Draco was emptying his bag across from where I had just emptied my own. Harry glared his way.

"Do you want something Malfoy?"

"No of course not. I wouldn't want to tear you apart any more than you already have been. Being rich and famous really must be a burden," Malfoy smirked.

"Oh shut it Malfoy! No one cares about you and your stupid jealousy problems," I snapped.

"I wouldn't be jealous of Potter if he was the richest and healthiest man in the world, and I was the poorest man, slowly dying of cancer," Malfoy retorted.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him over to his own table. I felt a blush rising in my cheeks but I ignored it.

"Bloody hell," I muttered. "Hopefully we can talk over here without any more rude interruptions." Harry and I continued chatting amiably until the class began.

Draco POV:

Stupid Potter. He was complaining about being Quidditch captain! What a spoiled, stuck-up ass! And then when Mia grabbed his arm…. I wanted to kill him. Who the hell did he think he was?

I watched Potter and Mia talking before class started. They seemed to be getting along really well. Well I was hardly surprised. They were quite fitted for each other. The stupid, spoiled pansy and the stubborn, mudblood-loving smartass.

At one point I saw Mia throw her head back and laugh at something Potter had said. Potter was smiling, obviously very pleased with himself that he had managed to say something she found amusing. But what really caught my attention was her smile. It was so wide and bright. She looked beautiful with her hair gently curling at the end, her blue eyes shining, and her large grin spread across her face.

-No! Stop it Draco! She is a no good, mudblood lover. Don't even think of her like that.

-Well why the hell not? Just because I hate her, doesn't mean that she isn't gorgeous.

And she was. Soon the class started and Mia returned to her seat across from me. I stubbornly fixed my gaze elsewhere; I could feel her eyes on the back of my head. The class went on as drudgingly as usual, and Mia and I managed to avoid making eye contact once. As soon as the class was over, I bolted out the door. Back to the Slytherin common room to work on my plans.