Harry made his way out of the carriage with Ginny, Neville, Ron, and Hermione behind him and walked up the stairs into the entrance hall where all the students, second year and above, were going into the Great Hall to await the sorting and the feast. Harry allowed himself to be pulled into the Great Hall where he headed to the far side, to the Gryffindor table, his thoughts still on the blond.
He sat next to Ron, not saying anything, as the rest of the students came in and sat down.
'Harry, you're awfully quite.' said Dean Thomas, a black seventh year boy whom Harry also shared a room with, from across from him.
'Huh?' said Harry whose gaze had been on the Slytherin table scanning it for the white blond hair and silver eyes.
'I said you're awfully quite,' Dean repeated patiently. 'Are you ok Harry?'
'Yeah, I'm fine.' Harry replied dully.
'I'm hungry. Is it just me, or does it seem like the first years take more time every year to cross the lake?' Ron complained to his girlfriend.
'It's just you.' replied Hermione from the other side of Ron, wishing she could see Harry's face and wondering when she'd get a chance to talk to him, without Ron around.
Harry wasn't paying attention to Ron or Hermione, his gaze had returned to the Slytherin table the moment Ron had started speaking and therefore directing the attention off him. At last, he spotted the blond hair he so longed to run his fingers through, Draco Malfoy was sitting next to Blaise Zabini and trying very hard to ignore Pansy Parkinson who was trying to get his attention. Harry continued to watch as Draco stared moodily down at his golden plate with a contemplative look on his face. Harry wondered what Draco could be thinking of to give him such a look. Harry watched Draco, who didn't look up and seem to be trying to burn a hole in his plate with his stare, ignoring, as Harry was, everyone and everything around him, until Professor McGonagall strode through the doors of the Great Hall followed by the numerous frightened looking first years.
Harry watched as McGonagall placed a worn, patched, frayed, and dirty wizard's hat on a four-legged stool in front of the teachers' table, and listened as it sung about the qualities of the four houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin) and warning about how the school must stay united to be strong. He clapped with everyone else when it had finished. He watched as 'Austin, Ashley' was sorted into Gryffindor and clapped again, but soon lost interest and went back to looking at Draco across the hall, who was watching the sorting with glazed eyes and the same thoughtful contemplative look. Harry clapped automatically, as did Draco whenever someone joined the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables respectively.
Finally, the sorting ended with 'West, Madeline' going into Slytherin. Dumbledore stood and addressed the hall as Professor McGonagall carried away the stool and hat.
'Welcome,' he said in a clear voice, Harry looked up from Draco, 'another year of learning is about to commence, but until after out feast I see no reason to depress you with it now.' With that he waved his hands and sat down, the tables were suddenly laden with scrumptious looking dishes. Harry filled his plate, though he wasn't really hungry.
'Harry, are you sure you're all right?' said Hermione peering at him from around in front of Ron. 'You haven't said more than five words since we got here.'
'Yes.' said Harry not turning to look at her, he had resumed his Draco watch the moment the Headmaster had sat down, and began pushing his food around on his plate.
'Ok,' she said relenting. Following Harry's gaze she saw he was staring at Malfoy, who was pushing his own food around his plate, just as Harry was. She thought she saw Blaise Zabini look over Harry, but when she blinked he was deep in conversation with Theodore Nott. She would watch Zabini. She also really needed to talk to Harry. The sooner, she thought, the better.
Harry finally stopped watching Draco and just stared down at his uneaten food, Hermione took a chanced glance over to the Slytherin table and found Draco Malfoy staring directly at Harry. His mask still in place, but only just.
At last, the golden dishes cleared themselves, taking away Harry and Draco's uneaten food, and Dumbledore stood up again, 'Now that we are all fed, I like to make a few announcements: To all first years and some others,' he glanced at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, 'the Forbidden Forest is off limits. And you would do very well to remember that. Weasley Wizard Wheezes products are also not permitted along with numerous other things, a full list of which can be found on the door of Mr. Filch's office for anyone wishing to check.
'Again we would like welcome a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Flynn, who has stated she could use a little danger and likes the odds of her survival.' Dumbledore smiled as Professor Flynn stood up. 'Well, I believe that's everything important, prefects please escort the first years to their respective houses, goodnight.'
Benches scraped across the flagged stone floor as students got up and started making their way out of the Great Hall. Harry stood slowly as Ron, Hermione, and the other prefects began calling for the first years, he looked towards the Slytherin table once again and saw silver eyes looking straight at him, he felt butterflies at once in his stomach as their gazes locked. Draco's eyes were just as beautiful as Harry remembered, a sparkling silver that turned to a storm of grey fury when he was angry. Harry knew now that it had been best to keep his back to the blond on the train, even though he had wanted so desperately to look at the blond, he felt a tightening in his pants as he looked over Draco's lean, tall form. He hurried from the Great Hall, thankful for the bagginess of the school robes, not noticing those silver eyes, that belonged to the very same person that was causing his problem, follow him all the way out.
Harry hurried up the stairs to the seventh floor and to the Fat Lady's portrait and muttered the password he had gotten from Hermione, 'prasini oculi.' He then ran into the seventh year boy's dorm. His trunk had been placed at the end of his four poster. He quickly changed into his pyjamas before any of the other boys came up and climbed into his bed where he put up silencing and locking charms.
Harry then proceeded to take care of the problem he had gotten from the blond Slytherin, his mind filled with visions of silver eyes and white blond hair. Harry came with a single world on his lips and one coherent thought in his head 'Draco.' After coming down from his blissful high, Harry muttered a cleaning charm and took down the silencing and locking spells and fell into an uneasy sleep filled with taunt muscles and flawless pale skin, and those ever-present piercing silver eyes.