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Chapter Four of

Falling in Love with the Golden Boy

The Ghost of a Smile

But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him.

-Anna Nalick Breathe

I sat impatiently by my desk, drumming my nails against the desk to a melody my mother used to sing when I was younger. In time I found myself humming along and soon the Potions classroom was being filled. The room soon became divided between emerald green and liquid silver and blood red and Golden Yellow. My eyes darted around the room scouting for the mess of jet black hair but found that he had still not entered. Most likely off frolicking with the weaslette I thought bitterly.

The second I thought this he walked in. The phrase Speak of the Devil came to mind. As he walked in and I felt my breath hitch. He looked breathtaking. His hair was falling right over his eyes and I noted that he had let it grow out since I last saw him. His head was thrown back as he laughed at something Weasley had just said and he looked so elated. The former lines of worries and bags under his eyes that always seemed prominent were long gone. The sleeves of his school robes were rolled back and the contours of muscles could vividly be seen from a distance. I chuckled years of Quidditch and the excess physical training he underwent to prepare against Voldemort obviously paid off. I was shocked out of my analyzing when silver met with green. His eyes were wide in an innocence that only he could have and perplexed. I gave him a smirk before turning to talk to Blaise and Pansy.

"I got caught."

At my voice the two little love birds raised their heads from their close proximity to look at me.

"Caught?' Pansy asked.

'Yes caught, as in caught staring at Potter like he's a piece of meat."

"You know he is meat.' Blaise said.

"Ow."

"It was a tap, love." Pansy said.

I smiled as Blaise muttered off to the side his voice

Right before I could banter Blasie about the fact that he's whipped Sev swooped in from the cabinet.

"Today, he paused, Miss Patil if you continue with that insufferable banshee like giggling I will give you detention." Immediately silence was herd from the Gryffindor side.

"Today we will be making the Wit-Sharpening Potion. And I will be pairing you off. I smiled smugly at the groans throughout the room, of course I wouldn't mind my partner at all.

"Parkinson Granger, Weasley Zabini, Malfoy Potter."

I made sure that my face looked outraged. "Professor Snape, his incompetence will cost me a grade, I absolutely refuse to be partnered with him." " Malfoy, I'm sure that your talents can be enough for the both of you." I gave a huff of agitation while I mentally did a jig.

"The instructions are on the board, ingredients in the cabinets you have till the end of class and don't blow anything up." He said as he looked directly at Longbottom.

"Cut up the ginger root's Potter." I demanded . His eyes met mine and he nodded softly before presuming to cut. I was a bit shocked not even a "I know Malfoy." or even a glare. I thought carefully if I preferred this behavior to his usual one and decided that no I didn't. At least before I knew that I got under his skin, made him feel something, that he thought of me but now, well now, I wasn't so sure of what Harry was thinking.

As I added the Ground Scarab Beetles I proceeded to stir.

"You're humming." Startled I looked up at the amused face of Potter.

"Huh?" When the hell did you become so inarticulate. For Merlin's sake you're Prince of Slytherin, the Sex God of Hogwarts not some blushing bride. I mentally shouted.

"Just now, you were humming."

'It was. . . Nice." The corners of his lips twitched into an almost smile. I stared my eyes turning into saucers.

As though realizing what he just said Harry turned away a light pink flush spread across his checks.

I was about to make a snide remark on his orientation. What can I say old habits die hard but Sev once again interrupts.

He looked over the Potions, contempt at some, exasperated with other, a few content looks, and some of admiration of course I got an admiration.

"From here on it get's much more difficult. Some of you are talented, he looked at me, other are hopeless. No matter how determined you are one must remember that potion making is an art and not even a handful of you are artists."

He turned around his robes billowing behind him. How does he do that I wondered for the umpteenth time. I took my time packing up my things so I could sneak a few more looks at Harry.

"Dray, dear hurry up." Pansy called.

I walked too the door meeting her and Blaise.

"Dray, why is Potter staring at you?' He inquired. My eyes widened as I coolly turned around. To my delightful surprise he was indeed staring. I raised one elegant eyebrow and that seemed to take him out of his stupor. He gave me that almost smile before turning around and walking off with Granger and Weasley in tow.

"Draco, did Harry Potter just smile at you?" Pansy stammered out her voice as stunned as the look on her face.

'Uh-huh." I muffled as a goofy grin began to form on my face.

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