Draco's POV
I remember so many memories of Harry Potter.
We were in Hogsmeade at Christmas time when I truly knew I loved him. I saw him laughing with the Weasel and that Mudblood. The snow was falling around him, landing in his messy black hair and on his long, dark eyelashes. The white snow brought out the intense green of his eyes and I couldn't help but stare.
I also couldn't help but feel jealous of him. He was having such fun with his friends. He was having a genuinely good time.
My friends, on the other hand are only aquatinted with me because of my family's power.
I let out a soft gasp as Harry turned and made eye contact with me. I looked away quickly and pretended I wasn't staring. When I looked back up he had a smirk on his face. And a snowball in his hand.
He chucked at my shoulder and yelled "come get me, you blonde!"
I returned the smirk and grabbed some snow. "You're on, Potter! If I don't win, my Father will hear about this!"
