draco walked into the great hall, spotting harry. ugh, harry potter.. ‘the chosen one’. ‘the boy who lived’.

harry had one hand placed on a table, leaning over ron’s shoulder and pointing at the paper ron had in front of him. he was wearing a white button down shirt with his tie loosely wrapped around his neck, and his glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, his hair messy and unkempt as usual, but falling just above his eyes, making him look weirdly.. sexy..

wait- what!? NO! NO, NO HE DOES NOT! BAD DRACO! ugh..

harry’s skin was tan per usual, his green eyes enhanced by his glasses.. STOP- ENOUGH!