Training for the Ballet Potter?

Chapter 11

 I wake up to Ron shaking me, his face looks concerned. 

"Harry, me and Hermione heard you crying from the common room, are you alright?" Ron asks. I guess it had only been a few minutes.

"Harry, come on tell us, we are your bestfriends. You have to tell us," Hermione tells me, sitting down at the end of my bed. I sit up, preparing myself to tell them. 

"I don't think either of you will like this," I warn them, Ron stands in front of Hermione, sharing a glance with her. 

" Go on," Ron says, clearly wanting to know.

"It's about a crush that I recently got, " I confess, Ron sort of smirks.

"So who is the lucky girl?" He asked, Hermione hit him in the stomach with her forearm, "Ouch," He says, quickly shifting his attention back to me.

"See, that's the thing, it's not a girl," I confess. 

"So who is the lucky dude?" He asked me, yet again, getting hit in the stomach.

"That's the part that you wont like," I tell them as they look even more concerned.

"Tell us his house," Hermione quickly offers. I clench my jaw, they must've saw the discomfort in my face. "Gryffindor?" Hermione asks, I shake my head no. "Hufflepuff?" She asks, I shake my head no. "Ravenclaw?" She asks, I shake my head no.

"Slytherin?" Ron asked, surprised. I nod. "You could've picked a Gryffindor at least," He says, gets a full on punch in the stomach. "Hermione!" Ron yells in pain, " I was only joking," he said as he winces in pain. 

"Maybe make it more clear you're joking," she says calmly, "Now, Harry, any more hints?" Hermione asks like she didn't just punch Ron in the stomach.

"Taller then me, skinny," I tell them.

"Well that's almost every Slytherin boy," she says, tapping her chin. "Can you tell me eye color or hair color?" she asks. Hair color would be too obvious. Eye color could work.

"Well, he has beautiful grey eyes," I say. There wasn't a lot of people with grey eyes but there was more then one. Ron looks at me clueless but then Hermione looks like she figured it out.

"I have an idea who it could be and you're right, Ron may not like this," She says with a smirk. When Ron looked away she mouthed Malfoy. I nod.

"What?" Ron asks, waving his hand in between us. I look at Hermione, wanting her to tell him. She nods.

"Grey eyes, tall, Slytherin, skinny, .... white hair," Hermione said as Ron's eyes widen.

"Malfoy?!" Ron asks, voice raised, "Draco Malfoy? That Malfoy?" Ron asks, confused. I nod. "Do you realize that he's mean to you?" Ron asks, I nod. "What? Do you find that attractive in some way?" Ron asks, Hermione glares at him. I blush a little. "Sorry sorry, I just don't want him hurting you Harry," Ron says as he sits on the bed. 

"How did you come to know you liked him?" Hermione asked. I told them the whole story. They blushed whenever I said the part about them, especially about them snogging and shagging.

"That's an awful weird dream Harry, are you sure you like him?" Ron asks, I nod.

After an hour of talking we head to dinner. I glance over to Draco's spot as he looks up, I quickly look away. In the corner of my eye I saw him have a confused look on his face, he then looked away. Once we sat down, Ron started eating.

"Potter, ...Potter," I hear Draco say, my heart skips a beat, I don't turn around though. Ron and Hermione look at me, then at Draco, then at me. Yes, I was trying to ignore him so I don't stumble on my words again. "Dammit, Potter, Potter," Draco says as he tried to get my attention. He scoffs and turns back around. I look at both Hermione and Ron, relieved.