Harry sighed as he sat down in the Great Hall for breakfast. Ron and Hermione had hooked up over the summer. Harry was happy for them of course but as he looked around it seemed everybody had some one but him. Seamus had Dean, they were feeding each other breakfast. Ginny was staring googly-eyed at Neville who was making googly eyes back. Even Collin Creevey had some one, Harry noted, as the boy ran into the Hall looking quite flustered and a little red in the face, and not soon after a calm and satisfied-looking Blasie strolled in and sat at his house's table.
So alone, so alone. Harry thought melodramatically as he looked down at his fried egg. He lazily took a bite and looked over his shoulder at the Slytherin table. A certain blonde, Draco Malfoy to be exact, was staring at him. It was not malice filled stare mind you, but a stare filled with unspoken curiosity. Harry raised an eyebrow at the blonde only to get his trade mark smirk and with that Draco returned to his breakfast. With another sigh Harry returned to his.
Though many people believed that Harry hated Draco it was quite the opposite. Harry had a crush on the steel eyed Slytherin, ever since fourth year. But who was he kidding? Draco hated his guts and especially now since he defeated Voldermort and sent his father to Azkaban. Not only that but his friends, whom he loved dearly, would probably hate him for life. Harry forced a smile on his face as his two friends entered the hall hand in hand.