puberty was not treating draco malfoy
particularly kindly. in the great hall the first night of their third
year, draco suddenly found himself to be a head taller than most of his
classmates. how awkward. though it was against his regal breeding,
draco slumped his shoulders whenever he could. he liked to be noticed,
but only because he struck fear into others, not because he was
suddenly so tall.
there was, however, one distinct advantage.
because he was so much taller and potter’s hair was so much messier,
draco could always pick him out of a crowd. for the first few weeks
draco told himself it was so that he could keep an eye on potter and
his pesky friends, but after his third erotic dream starring harry
potter, draco began to take a more pointed interest.
draco
began to watch harry even more closely, and what he found surprised
him. more often than not, when his eyes unexpectedly met harry’s, draco
found something akin to longing burning there. never for more than a
moment—potter was quick to glare once he realized draco was watching
him—but each moment was long enough to add fuel to draco’s darkening
fantasies.