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When he woke up, it was on his second class of the day, he didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but his teacher was looking directly at him, and he was startled.

―Sorry, I fell asleep...

He tried to excuse himself, but nothing came to mind. Hermione and Ron were ignoring him since last time and no one dared to come closer to him anymore, looking at him like he was the plague.

The teacher spoke closely and calmly.

―Do you want to go freshen up? ―Harry shook his head and his ears went red, feeling ashamed of himself.

―It's alright, please excuse me. ―He said, taking the quill that had fallen off his hand. He would be so much better with a pen instead, but he couldn't bring it to class, else he would be looked at weird- But then again, he was already looked at weird, so maybe the pen wouldn't be any different to everyone else. Maybe he should just stop caring about it.

The teacher resumed the class, even though it was only thirty minutes left, he managed to leave assignments for next class and Hermione was the only one who didn't sigh.

Harry stood up way too fast and got dizzy, but it didn't matter, he had somewhere to go now.

He walked away from his friends, without realizing that Hermione looked at him expecting something.

He didn't care enough right now, he only cared about a certain blonde guy, who was just getting out of his dark arts class.

He sped up the pace and got there just in time to see him getting out of class. He was walking with his friends.

It had been already a week since he started doing it, so he saw him say goodbye to his friends, or followers, he didn't quite know yet, but they were really rude and not nice to him. It didn't matter though, because he wasn't there to befriend them, if anything, he just wanted to see Draco.

―Hi! ―He said, getting a little bit too close, but Draco didn't really care until he saw his other Gryffindor mates get out of the same hallway.

―Personal space, Potter. ―He said, annoyed out of thin air, at least it seemed so to harry, who didn't really understand why he would usually get mad at him for nothing, but was getting used to it slowly, enjoying even the slight changes on his face.

Oh, to be in love, and be so dumb and naïve.

―Do you wanna walk to the same spot? ―He asked, and Draco let out a sigh.

―Why do you ask when you'll drag me there anyways?

But harry didn't usually dragged him, he just had his ways of convincing the taller one.

On their way, harry asked the usual things.

―How did your class go?

―It was alright.

―Did you have fun? What did you do today?

―One at a time, potter. And no, today was about lycanthropy, so it was a theory class. All we did was write on the paper.

―Have you ever thought about using notebooks?

―Pardon?

―It's a muggle item, it's a bunch of papers tied with either a string or a metal circular piece, those are more expensive tho. Well, I don't think you'll have a problem-

―Wait, wait- You- Do you really think I, Draco Malfoy, would use a muggle item?

―Well, I'm not saying you should, I'm just saying it's more practical, I'll show you one next time, then you tell me. I feel like you would like the practicality.