He's Still A Part of Me

6) Admit it: you're obsessed with the Boy Who Lived.

Kings Cross Station buzzed with excitement as students reunited after the long summer break. Draco Malfoy stood with Pansy, Blaise, and Theo near the barrier, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. The air was filled with laughter and shouts as first-years navigated their way through the throng of older students.

"Honestly, could they get any more chaotic?" Draco scoffed, crossing his arms as he observed a group of excited first-years struggling with their oversized trunks. Pansy snorted beside him, her expression both amused and exasperated.

"Just wait until the train pulls away. They'll be crying for their mum before we even hit Hogwarts," Pansy teased, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

Blaise chuckled, leaning casually against the wall. "Well, it'll be fun to watch. But hey, do you think anyone's even noticed how much you've grown since last year, Malfoy? I mean, you're not exactly the shortest Slytherin anymore."

"Don't start, Blaise," Draco replied, rolling his eyes but suppressing a smile. "I'm not in the mood for your nonsense today."

Before Blaise could respond, there was a sudden commotion nearby. Draco turned his head just in time to see Daphne Greengrass stumble backward, her hands braced against her chest as she collided with someone. He squinted to get a better look at the unfortunate boy who had inadvertently become her target.

For a moment, the world around Draco faded away as he watched Daphne freeze, hands resting on the chest of a figure clad in a fitted shirt that showcased his well-defined physique. At first, Draco couldn't tell who it was, and he found himself momentarily entranced by the boy's striking appearance. He was undeniably hot. As the boy looked up, recognition hit him like a bolt of lightning.

It was Harry Potter.

Draco's eyes widened, taking in the transformation. Harry had changed dramatically over the summer, his frame now more muscular and his features sharper. The boy who once looked slightly scruffy now exuded an effortless charm and confidence that made him undeniably attractive. The crowd around them seemed to part as if they, too, were drawn to Harry's presence.

"Blimey, is that Potter?" Blaise murmured, glancing at Draco with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Looks like someone's been hitting the gym. Or is it just the glow of fame?"

"Not just the gym," Pansy added with a teasing smile. "He looks like he's been doing a lot of other things, too. I mean, just look at him!"

Draco's initial shock quickly morphed into irritation. "What's he doing here, anyway?" he muttered under his breath, though part of him couldn't help but appreciate the view. "He should be in Gryffindor, not trying to steal the show at Kings Cross."

Pansy nudged Draco playfully. "You're acting like you've seen a ghost. Is the mighty Draco Malfoy jealous of Harry Potter?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Draco shot back, a hint of heat creeping into his voice. "I'm just surprised. He's not supposed to be... like that."

"Like what?" Theo asked, smirking. "Good-looking? You're just saying what everyone else is thinking. I mean, did you see Daphne? She practically melted into a puddle when she bumped into him."

Blaise was staring intently at Harry, his expression shifting from surprise to admiration. "Honestly, he's got that whole 'brooding hero' thing down, doesn't he? Look at those muscles," he commented, a playful smirk on his lips. "He's practically a walking advertisement for Quidditch practice. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was trying to outshine the rest of us on purpose."

"Seriously, it's like he knows how to charm everyone around him," Draco grumbled, feeling a surge of irritation mixed with something else. "Just keep him away from me."