Draco quickly looked away. He was out of his depth with all this. He couldn’t imagine calling Potter by his first name, and he couldn’t imagine flirting with Potter as well, yet he  had  to do it to succeed. We’re they flirting already? Perhaps. Minus the part where Harry thought he was a tall fit bloke from a well-known quidditch team. Not a lanky potion maker with a questionable past and remainings of the death mark on his arm.