Art2-D2
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Harry sat in potions class, wearing his best “I’m SO completely listening to you, professor!!” face. His feet were crossing and uncrossing as he gazed longingly at Draco’s soft blond hair. It looked like snow and caramel all mixed up into one beautiful color. A tug on his robe snapped him out of his dreams. Ron was eyeing Harry with a look of disbelief. To his utmost embarrassment, Harry realized he was drooling on his shirt.