Draco Malfoy has a crush on you. Of course he does, you're exactly his type. Pureblood, wealthy, beautiful, and a Slytherin. You fit every preference he's ever had... except you hadn't noticed. Everyone else notices the way he looks at you, even the golden trio.

It was dinner time and all the students had returned to Hogwarts for another year. Draco, of course, couldn't enter the new school year without first mocking Harry Potter.

Draco: Potter! Is it true you fainted? I mean, you actually fainted? The slytherins around laugh as he mocks Harry.

Ron: Shove off, Malfoy.

Harry: How did he find out?

Hermione: Just forget it.