Drarry

Harry's POV | 3rd person.

Harry closed his book roughly, and sighed. He was starving, and craving pudding.
"What's on your mind, Harry?" Hermione asked, closing her oversized book that Professor Flitwick handed to her. 
"Nothing, just a bit hungry.." groaned Harry, he felt his stomach grumbling inside. He grabbed his book, and threw it across the room. "I hate homework.." Harry whispered in frustration. 
"Harry! That book was worth a lot of money! Be careful with it.." shouted Hermione. She stood up and walked over to the book. She bent over, and grabbed it. Hermione sighed, and gently put it back in a bookshelf nearby. "If you're that hungry, Harry, then why don't us three just go to the Great Hall so we can quickly eat and finish this when we get back. Deal?" Hermione muttered, grabbing the oversized charms book and hugging it. 
"Why don't I get a say in this?" Ron mumbled, sounding annoyed. 
"Because, firstly, I already know your answer, secondly, this isn't about you. It's about Harry. He's starving! Just look at him!" Hermione replied, her voice rising after every word. Ron went silent, he was humbled quickly. "Anyway, c'mon, both of you. Let's go. I'm hungry as well" Hermione said, smiling. She walked off, and stood at the front of the door.
"Bloody hell, alright, fine, c'mon, Harry" sighed Ron. He was acting like it was a crime, but really, he was thankful to go to the Great Hall. he just liked doing the opposite things that Hermione did to piss her off. Somehow, this time, it wasn't working.  

Eventually, Harry, Hermione and Ron walked into the Great Hall. Harry noticed Draco sitting at the Slytherin table with Pansy and Blaise. He sat down at the Gryffindor table, sitting next to Ron. Hermione was on Ron's other side.
"Hey.. honey, d'you think they still have chicken wings with mashed potatoes and puddin'?" Ron whispered over to Hermione. 
"Oh my goodness, Ron! Who cares!" Hermione shouted, but only loud enough for Ron and Harry to hear.
"Hey! No need to be rude. Bloody hell. People'd think you've gone mad, the way you're acting! Plus, what's your problem?" Ron muttered underneath Hermione's ear. 
"Sorry, Ron. Just a bit upset, I've gotten my you know, again" sighed Hermione, grabbing hold of Ron's hand. Ron smiled softly, and turned over to Harry. 
"You good? You've been awfully quiet, it's unlike you" Ron asked Harry. But, he got no response. He noticed that Harry was staring at the Slytherin table, and more importantly, he was staring at Draco Malfoy. Harry thought Draco was somewhat mesmerising. "Harry, Why are you looking at Malfoy" grumbled Ron, he didn't have as much hatred, but he still felt some type of anger towards him. 
"Oh! Um, I was just checking if they had gotten their food yet." Harry replied quickly, it was the first thing that came to mind.
"Good, for a second there, I thought you were catching feelings for Draco Malfoy! Ah, sometimes, I'm just really stupid.." laughed Ron.
Harry nervously chuckled back and caught Luna's eye. Luna waved at Harry and Harry waved back, he was hoping that she wouldn't judge him for liking the same gender as him, and most importantly, a slytherin, Draco Malfoy, the boy who was going to be a deatheater.