Bleeding, Darling.

Bloody Nose.

Harry had completely and utterly lost his train of thought, the boy he had been obsessing over is now standing in front of him, standing tall and proud with his hands stuffed inside his pockets and a smirk playing on his lips, a smirk he never realised he enjoyed seeing daily until now

the blond haired boys smirk only grew wider and held more cockiness as Harry only stared at him longer, his mind trying to form words but with no success, he probably looked like a blabbering wide eyed fish that had landed on ground, his mouth not clearly forming words and mindlessly opening and shutting

Hermione nudged Harry's shoulder, almost pushing him off the spot he was sitting on, hoping he would actually say something useful in this situation

"What's that Potter? Snake got your tongue?"

Harry's mind was still clouded, snake got your tongue, Potter? His mind was filled with malfoys cold smooth voice he wasn't sure if he liked this or not but he had to put a end to it snake got your tongue, Potter?

Harry's shimmery green eyes that had been staring at the cold hard floor snapped up to stare at malfoys seemingly pretty, so pretty grey eyes

"sorry malfoy, what were you saying?" The boy that had previously lost all confidence and common sense now spoke with his voice as clear as ever and his face holding no emotion other then cockiness that matched the blond haired boys

"Glad to see you're back to earth Potter, how would we survive without the oh so amazing chosen one?!" Malfoy exaggerated, his voice laced with mockery and amusement

"Sod off malfoy, we don't want you here" Ron spoke his attention now drawn to the two Baffons infront of him, much like the rest of the great hall

"Oh dear, the weasel can actually speak? Such a surprise considering you're usually stuffing that filthy mouth of yours"

The rest of the hall who had been looking at the scene unfolding infront of them now was looking directly infront to where Dumbledore was now standing, ready to make an announcement.

Harry's attention was still on taller boy who held a devilishly evil smirk playing on his pretty rose chapped laps

"Well I've got to go now it seems, oh how I'm dreading parting from you lover boy" draco spoke as he strides away from the Gryffindor table, his steps hold so much confidence and power it's blinding to the schools eyes, besides Harry's.

"Why did he call you that? Do you want me to go hex him mate?"

"No it's ok ron, he must be running out of insults" Harry muttered his face held a deep shade of pink as he continued to drink the apple juice and listen to what the professor had to say.

Harry was annoyingly obsessed with Malfoy.