While getting out of Defense Against the Dark Arts, it was finally time for lunch.

"Okay so, first thing first. We have to make a study schedule." said Hermione, Ron and I groaned in frustration. "Guys! We need to study, just because you two are lazy, doesn't mean I will not work. So if I work, you guys work. We need good grades, and we are going to get them."

"Fine Hermione, whatever you say." said Ron and rolled his eyes slightly.

During the whole walk to the Great Hall, Harry stayed quiet. He was thinking. Mainly about the new Triwizard Tournament, his dreams, and not the one in which he kissed Draco, although that could be debatable, but he was mainly thinking about Draco and the Durmstrangs. Why were they so touchy and nice to him?

The sat on the Gryffindor table, of course, Ron started eating right away, Hermione ate calmly, while she had a book open in front of her, and Harry just played with his food, sometimes taking bites.

"-so the house elves-" Harry grasped a bit of what Hermione was saying. When did she started talking?

"What?" asked Harry finally snapping back to the real world and getting out of his thinking cloud.

"Were you listening!?" asked Hermione frustrated.

"No. Sorry." chuckled Harry.

"I was saying-"

"Something about something for house elves rights." said Ron trying to explain and failing miserably. "I tried to explain to her that the house-elves are happy as they are. But she just won't listen."

"I don't care what you think, Ron. I will try to do something." said Hermione.

"But Ron is right. The house-elves are happy as they are, and-" Harry tried to explain, but then he saw Hermione standing up "Where are you going?"

"To the library." she said and walked away.

"I don't get her." mumbled Ron, and kept eating. Harry just kept playing with his food. When Harry looked up, he wish he just stayed doing looking at his food.

Draco Malfoy was holding hands with a Durmstrang. The hands were laying on top of the table, the fingers intertwined, and the Durmstrang's thumb, gently caressing the back of Malfoy's hand. It was frustrating for Harry. He felt something, jealousy maybe, but he shrugged it off as disgust.

"Stupid git." mumbled Harry. He did not knew to which he referred to. The Durmstrang or Malfoy.

"What was that? You said something?" asked Ron looking at Harry.

"Wha- Oh no! Nothing..." said Harry and then he let out a sigh.

"What class do we have next?" asked Ron.

"Potions with Slytherin, if I'm not mistaken." said Harry finishing his food, or what he ate of it at least. He shot one last glance at Malfoy and then groaned. "Let's just go already." he mumbled and stood up. Ron did the same, and they both started walking to the potions classroom.

Once there, Harry and Ron found Hermione already there, sitting down with everything ready, so they went and sat close to her. But once Harry looked in front of him, he groaned. Draco Malfoy was sitting in front of them.

"What's wrong Harry?" asked Hermione, noticing Harry's expression.

"Malfoy is sitting in front of us." he said disgustingly. Harry was acting like he hated Draco, but deep down, and he won't admit it, he also wants to hold Draco's hand.

"Just forget him, if he bothers us then... Ignore." Hermione shrugged.

Class started. Everything was going perfect, except for Harry. He was messing up his potion big time, and it didn't matter how much Hermione told him what to do, he just ignored. Meanwhile, Draco finished his potion perfectly, and when he saw Harry, he decided to bother him.

"Need a little help, Potter?" smirked Draco.

"Piss off, Malfoy." groaned Harry. Ron and Hermione sent death glares to Draco, but he shrugged it off.

"Seems like you're messing up. Big time. But it doesn't surprise me; if I was you, I would just stop trying. You suck."

"Shut it Malfoy! And mind your own business!!" told Harry to Draco in a loud, snappy way.

"Mr. Potter, watch your tone, don't distract everyone. 15 points from Gryffindor." said Snape, and every Gryffindor groaned in annoyance. They didn't blame Harry. They all knew Snape was like that, but it was still frustrating. The Slytherins just snickered, and looked at the Gryffindors with superiority.

"But, it was Malfoy! He-" Harry tried to explain, even though he knew it was in vain.

"Talking back to a teacher, and blaming other students for your mistakes? Another 10 points from Gryffindor." said Snape, more groans.

"Good luck next time, Potter." said Draco with a smirk. Class was already over, and Draco walked away, and Harry just couldn't help himself. He had to look at Draco's ass and hips as he walked away from them. Wait, why is he looking at Draco's butt? I mean, he likes boys, that's true, but this is Malfoy we're talking about! He's a royal git, a pain in the ass, a mastered idiot, a graduated arse.

"Just forget it Harry." said Hermione as they walked out of the classroom and walked over to their next Class, Transfigurations with Ravenclaw. But the whole time, Harry was still thinking about Draco. How frustrating it was that some Durmstrang lads were being all super friendly with Draco, that Draco is still a git, but a very beautiful one. Harry wasn't going to admit it. Never. But he could stare at Draco all day. He could stare at those blonde locks, at those captivating grey eyes, at that porcelain-like skin, that facial structure that just got even more beautiful than last year. He could watch the way his fingers grabbed the quill, different from everyone else, the way he bit his tongue inside his mouth when he was frustrated, the way his eyes darted around when he was confused, how red his ears get when he's embarrassed or flustered, the way his eyelids blink rapidly when he's happy, or how he fumbles with his fingers when he's thinking.

Yes, Harry paid attention to all those details, but it's just... you know... to know the enemy. He's is definitely not paying attention to Draco because he's interested. He's definitely not interested in Draco.

Ugh, no, he can't. He just can't get a crush on Draco Malfoy.

But what Harry didn't knew, is that the crush started long before he realized. And there was no going back.

He had it bad for Draco Malfoy.

I wrote this in a day! Inspiration came to me!