Harry wanders through the halls filled with friends stopping to hug and chat and couples kissing, looking for a particular head of long platinum blonde hair. As soon as he sees him, he makes his way over. Draco looks up from the book he had in his hand, and smiles. Harry liked it when Draco smiled. Ever since Parkinson told Harry he doesn't smile much, he was happy to see the blonde always smiling in his presence, like he couldn't help it. "Hey, darling." He says, walking over to where Draco was standing. They were still a secret, so he was glad the blended in.