Being back in his old dorm after what felt like eternitity was a comfort of his classmates were still eating and laughing in the Great Hall as if nothing has happened, he had escaped. Still not fully aware of his new found feelings Harry laid down on his bed and stared up at the burghandy colour cloth witch draped his four poster bed.
Harry closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander back and forth between Draco's hair and how good it looked when he got off the train. Draco had also returned to Hogwarts to do his 7th year. The young blonde had bent over on the platform to retrieve a flyaway piece of parchment, Harry noticed out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but look at how tight the school trousers were around Draco's arse.
Harry opened his eyes to find the dorm room full of life as the other young Gryffindor boys has returned from dinner. He jumped up suddenly hoping none of them would notice the lump that had formed in his trouser. Ron was busy sorting out his new chocolate frog cards on the bed next to Harry. Ron looked up at him.
'You slept through dinner mate, are you okay?' Harry replied 'Yeah I'm fine, just needed some rest'.
Ron gave him a halfhearted smile and returned to his cards.
When the dorm had quietened down and all the curtains had been drawn, Harry laid awake flipping between images of death,
distruction and just everything that had happened. He decided that it was time to take his fathers cloak out again and get some air. He grabbed the cloak from under his bed and began the decent from the tower to the grounds.
On his travels Harry turned and bumped into a figure that seemed familiar.
'Ouch, what the fuck was that?' Draco said in a hushed tone,
looking around to see what invisible force had crashed into him.
'Malfoy?' questioned Harry, and removed the top of the cloak to reveal his head. 'What the hell Potter!' Draco appeared to have been in deep thought, Harry brushed past him and said 'You didn't see me'.
Malfoy nodded. Harry placed the cloak back over his head and continued to walk. He could feel Draco's eyes burning into the back of his skull, he glanced back to see him staring blankly down the coridoor. Maybe Draco had changed.
Potions. First lesson on the agenda. Harry was aprehensive of who they had picked to teach potions as Professor Snape was no longer with us. At that moment a tall women in a long blue robe entered the room, she clacked to front of the class and annouced her name was Professor Hinckley. She tall women handed out books that had inscripted 'All you need is a love potion' on the front cover.