a/n: This is only my second try at writing a fan fiction; I am still in the process of writing the first. I have lately gotten into Harry/Draco stories. This one is taken from a different story I read about a month ago, so if it sounds familiar you probably read that other story, sadly I don't know the title, or author. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, although, i may wish i did, it's all J.K. Rowling's

In the Library

"Potter"

"Malfoy" the raven-haired boy said, "Is there a reason you're here?"

"What? I'm not allowed in the library anymore?"

"No, I meant, oh whatever Malfoy"

"What's with you today? No insults?" Harry chose to ignore the blond-haired boy. Malfoy sat down on the edge of the table and Potter, starting to become annoyed and at the same time curious as to why Malfoy was hanging around, closed the transfiguration book and looked up at him. "Look over there"

"Where am I looking?" The raven-haired boy asked.

"Over there, you see Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnagin?"

"Yeah, what about them?"

"Can't you see it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about Malfoy, now if you don't mind I have a transfiguration essay that needs working on" Potter looked over at the table where his fellow Gryffindors were sitting. He couldn't tell what Malfoy was referring to. Dean and Thomas were simply sitting at a table both looking at the same book, what was so interesting about that? He looked back down at his parchment and started to reread his essay, but Malfoy didn't leave. "Is there something you have to tell me?"

"No, just something to show you."

"Show me? What the bloody hell would you have to show me?"

"I've already showed you, you just don't understand. Don't you see it? Just look, Potter" Harry looked back at the two boys, sitting on the other side of the library. He just didn't get what Malfoy was referring to. Harry stood up to put his book away.

"Where are you going Potter?" Malfoy said, "I was talking to you."

"I'm putting my book away, if that is alright with you." Potter said with sarcasm. He walked over to a nearby shelf and carefully put the book back where it belonged. He walked back over to the table that was up against the wall, where he was seated before and began to put his parchment and quills away.

"Do you see how their heads are so close together, and the way they tilt themselves toward each other?"

"Malfoy, I have no idea what you are trying to get at"

Potter looked over at his two friends, to find that they were looking right back at him and Malfoy; he quickly looked away and back at what he was doing.

Malfoy looked at him, trying to see if he understood, their eyes met, and Potter quickly looked away, something about those eyes scared him, and Potter couldn't figure out what it was. Madam Pince was glaring over at Malfoy and Potter, not sure if they were up to something or just talking a little too loud for her liking. As soon as the raven-haired boy noticed this he put his finger up to his lips to tell Malfoy to be quiet, so that they were not both kicked out of the library. Malfoy quieted his voice, but continued talking.

"Are you that dense Potter? I really would have thought that you would be able to figure this one out, without it being spelled out for you. Maybe if you noticed this, you might realize something else about yourself that you never realized before."

Harry curious as to what Malfoy meant by that, chose not to leave the library, as he initially intended, but instead stayed. He leaned up against the table with Malfoy.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Harry wondered

Malfoy shook his head in disappointment, "nothing potter, never mind"

"Malfoy, why don't you just spit out what you came here to say?"

"Well, I was trying to do it subtly, Potter, but I guess that's to sophisticated for you." Harry ignored that comment and Malfoy continued, "just look at those two, the way there heads are close together as they talk, like they are talking about something secret, something that no one else can know."

"That is probably what they are doing Malfoy." Harry said matter-of-factly.

"Argh! God Potter." Malfoy said. He was starting to become very annoyed.

"What Malfoy!"

"Don't you see it?" His voice became soft again, "can't you see the clues that show they love each other, the way they both tilt their heads, almost like they could kiss, and the way their knees almost touch, isn't it obvious? They love each other, they just don't realize it yet."

"How could you know that, Malfoy? You only have a couple of classes with them, how would you be able to tell that? I surely don't see it and I sleep in the same room as them!"

"That's because you're not seeing properly"

"What are you talking about, Malfoy, I see just fine."

"I'm not talking about visual seeing, of course you can see, as long as you have those god-forsaken glasses on," at this comment, Harry felt self-conscious about his glasses, and took them off for cleaning. He lightly blew hot air onto the lenses and wiped them on his shirt. Malfoy paused for a moment to look at his green eyes, he had always seen them from behind the glasses, he had never seen just those emerald pools of green, without his distracting glasses, just his eyes; how they were supposed to be seen. Harry placed the glasses back over his eyes, Harry noticed Malfoy stopped talking, but as soon as he put his glasses back on, Malfoy continued, "You spend all day with them, so you don't notice the little changes, and the behavior differences between them, but I do."

"Malfoy, I don't see how you can know that they are in love, I mean, c'mon, like you said you don't see them half as much as I do, how would you know. I don't see anything that says they are in love, and it's not like they've done anything."

"Of course they haven't done anything; they haven't figured it out yet."

"Malfoy, you're off your rocker."

Madam Pince again, glared up at the two boys; Harry had said his last sentence a little too loud. She walked over to the two boys, "If you two are just going to stand around and socialize, I suggest you do that outside, this is a library, and it must be quite! So unless you want to be thrown out of the library for the rest of the year, I suggest you be quiet, or leave. Now!"

"Yes, ma'am" Harry said, and she walked back to her desk. Harry put his last scroll of parchment back into his bag, and picked it up.

"Leaving so soon?" Draco asked

"I need to go back to my common room." Harry replied, and with one last look at Dean and Seamus, and then Malfoy he walked out of the library.

The Irish boy looked up from his the book, he was looking at, when he felt he was being watched, and he looked around to see who was looking at them. Dean looked up and followed Seamus's gaze to see Harry Potter, and Draco Malfoy, looking right at them. Dean looked away quickly.

"Look at them Dean" Seamus said

"Look at what?"

"Don't you see it Dean?" the Irish boy said

"See what?" Dean replied to his friend.

"You don't see it?" Seamus said, "Just look at their hands, they're both leaning up against the table, and their hands are only a centimeter apart."

"I don't get it" Dean stated simply.

"Look at the body language between them, hands close together, feet almost touching, heads slightly tiled toward each other"

"Soo…What are you trying to get at?"

Seamus, not wanting anyone else to hear, tilted his head closer to the other boy's, "There in love, Dean, they just don't know it yet." He whispered.

a/n: So what did you think? comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated!