I had arrived at my English class early to get the seat I wanted. I watched as more and more students filed in, taking their seat. I was hoping none of them would bother me. I was just there to get in and get out. But my breath hitched as a blonde man stepped in the doorway, stopping to look around. Spotting the seat empty in front of me, he came towards me. My breathing quickened, as did my heart. Damn, I thought, focusing in this class was going to be harder than I expected. As he sat in front of me, the only thing I could concentrate on was the little blond hairs on his neck. I leant forward, looking at the way his long fingers drummed on his notebook. He had what my aunt referred to as piano hands. I love piano hands. This was probably going to go nowhere. I didn't even know if I wanted it to go anywhere. The blond picked up his pencil and began writing. "I know you're staring." I gasped and sat back in my seat. But he was writing again, so I leant forward again. "My name is Draco." His handwriting was beautiful. There was something highlighted. It was a phone number. "03069 990343."