It's only Malfoy

Say My Name

Potter.
Draco felt a lump form in his throats as he caught Harry staring curiously.
Draco groggily tired to focus his attention on something else, anything else.

But Draco Malfoy couldn't keep his eyes off
Potter.

"Malfoy, what's so interesting at the Gryff table?" asked Blaise, Draco's friend.
Draco quickly diverted his attention to the Mudblood friend of Potters, Hermione Granger.

"Ooh, the Granger girl?? That Mudblood???"
Blaise's questioning was annoying Draco almost as much as the lump in Draco's throat when he stared at Harry Potter.

Avoiding more questions from Blaise, Draco let out a fake chuckle, followed by "Just thinking that the Mudblood is a good-for-nothing piece of scum."
"Good."

But Draco hated Potter.
Why couldn't he keep his eyes off Potters intense emerald-coloured eyes.
The intense eyes that Draco had been staring at from the sidelines since his fourth year.

***

"Hermione, don't you think Malfoy looks.... sad?"
Harry inquired, yet he wasn't sure why he asked this question.
Ron suddenly jolted into the conversation;
"Since when do you care what Malfoy's up to?"
Harry fought off laughing. 
Ron always had a jealous streak for his mega-crush on Hermione, hating when Harry would ask a question only to her and not to the both of them.

"Ronald, calm down. Harry's right. But, Harry, he does seem to be sad.. why do you care?"
said Hermione.

i don't know, Harry thought.

maybe because his grey eyes stare at me and his hollowed cheekbones complete his face.
maybe it's how he says my name..

"Pottah"

"Harry?"
Harry shook his head to face Hermione, who looked worried.
"Oh...um yeah. What?"
"Harry, you fell into a daze you looked foolishly in love with something we can't see. And you were talking. You said 'Potter', your last name."

"Hermione i'm quite aware of what my last name is, thanks."
Harry remarked as he gathered his stuff and headed back to the common room.