Dramione: Is The Love?

Draco

I walk with my books in my arms. My head looked down at my feet. This is the 3rd time this year I forgot to get my Math stuff. I kick the door because my arms are a bit busy. I take a step back. I walk inside. I feel people staring at me. I don’t like it. I trip over my own feet. People laugh at me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment and tears well up in my eyes.
        I pick up my books. I take a seat next to my friend, Vienna. She’s perfect in almost every way. She’s smart, pretty, talented, and athletic. Not clumsy. I envy her good traits. The teacher demanded attention. I looked up ready to learn. Just as the teacher began, well, teaching, a boy walked in. I’ve never seen him before. He smiled at everyone. He has silver/gray eyes. His hair is white blond. My heart skips a beat.
        “Ah, a new student. Take a seat anywhere. But first tell us about yourself.” Mr. Mai states.
“My name is Draco Malfoy. I moved here from Kansas.” the boy tells.
He goes and takes a seat… next to me. Why do I feel funny? I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to face Draco.
“Y-yes?” I stutter, which is in common.
“Can I borrow a pencil?” he asks.
“S-sure.”
I hand him a pencil. Our fingers touch. I flinch, I’m a bit weird if someone touches me. I pull my hand away. Why is my heart racing? I keep glancing at him. I get hit in the head. I turn to find a paper plane  on the ground. I pick it up.
It has Vienna’s name on it . The moment the teacher doesn’t notice me. I give the paper to Vienna. This happens every day. Someone passes me a note, I give it to Vienna. But today, a note had my name on it. I wait till passing period. I open the note.
DEAR Harmione,
I HAVE A FRIEND WHO HAS A CRUSH ON YOU. HE WANTS TO MEET YOU TODAY. HE WANTED IT TO BE AFTER SCHOOL, BETWEEN THE A AND C BUILDINGS. PLEASE BE THEIR!
  ~Neville
I throw it in the trash. I’m not interested in dating. I don’t like anyone...yet. I definitely don’t believe in the rumor of the A and C building alleyway. Apparently, if you ask someone out there, you’ll be with them till death. Tch, it’s just a bunch of phoney bologna. I ran into someone. I think that you get the idea that I'm clumsy, I am. My but meets the ground. I look up at the victim and find Draco looking down at me. He offers a hand.
“You okay?” He asks politely as he pulls me up from the ground.
“U-um…” I mumble looking down.
“Dude, don’t bother. Harmione can’t talk to people except Vienna. She’s too shy.” Ron states.
“So? She seems cool. So what, she’s shy. I bet she’s really cool once you get to know her.” Draco says, his hand on my shoulder.
My cheeks burn. Tears flow down my cheeks. No one has ever said that before!
“Wha! Crud I made her cry! Um…” Draco freaks.
I go to my next class. I find myself sitting next to him again. What is happening to me?