Harry was lying in his bed thinking of Malfoy, again. He knew he was up to something but that wasn't what he was thinking of.

He was thinking about his amazing silver eyes that where streaked with such and intense blue it was overwhelming. 

He was snapped out of his daydream when Ron walked in and asked "why are you grinning like an idiot?" 
"Uh..l wasn't!" Harry stuttered sitting bolt upright.

"sure," Ron said in an unbelieving voice. " I was thinking about Quidditch, I didn't get to play last year." Harry said, Ron snorted and left.

Oh god, was Ron serious when he said Harry had been grinning like and idiot. Harry blushed knowing he shouldn't be grinning and thinking about Draco Malfoy. Then he was blushing and thinking of Malfoy, god something was seriously wrong with him. 

He walked into the great hall for dinner and began scanning for a particular platinum blonde.