Breakfast

Harry took his seat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall for breakfast.  As usual, his seat directly faced the Slytherin table, but more significantly it directly faced the seat one particular Slytherin at that table.

"Harry?  Malfoy's staring at you," Ron pointed out, Weasley-blue eyes flashing angrily.

"Hmm?"

"Ferret boy's been staring at you for the last ten minutes.  What does the bugger want now?"

"Ron!" Hermione scolded.  "Watch your language."

Ron rolled his eyes at his girlfriend, but the gesture went entirely unnoticed due to her being engrossed in her book, 'Amazingly Difficult Secrets Of AstroCharms And Other Things You Would Never Need to Know Even If You Lived To Be One Hundred,' and Harry's line of vision remaining firmly fixed amongst the bowl of blue Weetos in front of him, untouched.

An indeterminate number of minutes later, Harry was startled from his stupor by a parchment envelope that hit him on the nose.

        Harry,
        Meet me in the Runes classroom before Potions.
        Love D.

Harry glanced across the hall at Draco – who was still staring at him – and grinned.

Draco winked back.

Harry blushed bright crimson.

Ron was extremely confused by Harry's blushing and remained oblivious to the exchange, as per usual.

Hermione noticed, of course, but didn't really give a frilly heck.

Harry ate his blue Weetos as quickly as he could, giving himself indigestion.

Draco followed him out of the Great Hall.

Hermione smiled knowingly.  This exact scenario had being playing out in the exact same way for over two weeks now.