«The best years spent in youth are certainly the years at Hogwarts.»

Of course, who wouldn't argue with that? After all, at this time we find true friends, get to know ourselves and the world around us, and most importantly — first love.

And to find all this at Hogwarts is pretty romantic. But the war between the Gryffindor and Slytherin faculties is not at all romantic.

Mostly Slytherins get Gryffindors. Do they have to make fun of or annoy the faculty of bravery? Ugh..

So one young Slytherin heart is struggling with this moral dilemma.

Draco Malfoy. What does this name mean to you?

Well, you cross paths quite often at school, you are studying with him at the fifth year, you sit in classes where Gryffindor and Slytherin are combined..

In general, just a boy from another faculty, who is often very annoying, and stupidly arrogant.

Yes, maybe it's just some Slytherin for you, but you mean a lot more to him than you can imagine.

And now, in potions class, the young man is sitting twirling a pen in his hands and from time to time glances in the direction of the classroom where you are sitting and listening Professor Snape.

His thoughts are somewhere far away. And how did he manage to fall in love with a Gryffindor..? If you looked in his direction now, you would see how he admires you with an expression of lovesick schoolboy.

Although.. That's the way it is.

A slight nudge in the rib brought him out of his reverie. Draco jumped slightly and looked at his friend sitting at his desk with displeasure.

“What.” The blond man asked with a note of rudeness in his voice.

Nott is quietly chuckled “Are you going to drool over this Gryffindor girl?”

A blush appeared on Draco's pale cheeks “Wha- I? No, of course not! I-I mean..”

Nott smirked, clearly unconvinced. But their conversation was interrupted by the potions professor, who began to seat everyone to work on the potion.

As soon as Snape mentioned yours and Draco's name, time almost stopped for the young man. Poor lovesick boy.