He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Malfoy all the way down to the dungeons. To make things worse they had positions  with the Slytherin's and he had been paired with draco for the lesson. Yay. Heavy, heavy sarcasm. 

Harry found he didn't mind having to work with Malfoy, he was actually pretty good at positions. 

 By the end of the lesson Harry got the bottle of felix felicis, a look of cofusement from Ron, a death glare from Hermione and a pat on the back from Draco.

Draco's hand stayed on Harry's shoulder a little longer than needed. Harry blushed and walked away from Draco but he could feel Draco's eyes on the back of his head as he walked away. 

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Damn, why oh why, did it have to be Theodor F*CKING nott that he bumped into. "Sorry" Harry muttered picking up his books and rushed passed Nott.

He hadn't been able to think straight (no pun intended) since positions that morning.

All he could think about was Malfoy and his amazing hair, wait, hold up! Amazing hair, did Harry really think Draco Malfoy had amazing hair. Yes was the truth but Harry didn't want to idmit it. 

He kept walking up the stairs all the way to the Grifindoor common room. He pushed passed Ron and Hermione saying he was tired. 

He colapsed onto his bed and drew the curtains and fell into dreams full of endless silver eyes