Charming (Draco x OC)

Flappers in Paris

Thursdays detention came around quickly, all four of us sitting in the same places as before - spread equally around the room. Wayne Hopkins, a Hufflepuff kid who seemed to live in detention, had tucked himself into his usual corner. Filch flipped the hourglass at the front of the classroom and sat down. Wayne had told us he always leaves within the first ten minutes - and around 8 minutes in Filch told us he had "business to attend to" and to "sit quiet - I could come back anytime and if any of you are talking or moving about I will report it."

"He never actually comes back until the end of detention - I just make sure I'm back in place about 5 minutes before." Wayne told us, shrugging.

"And you are sure about this?" Draco asked sternly.

"I had detention with him every week this year. I'm sure." Draco nodded at this answer.

"We should get going then." Blaise said, heading towards the door and we all followed. Wayne had agreed to help us find one of these alleged paintings you could walk right into - a portal to a different place in space and time. Wayne told us he had gotten good at identifying them, nothing specific but they gave off a different energy he could now recognise.

"A portrait told me about them once, and I got really interested in finding them. I hopped in and out of them for a bit - only spending a few hours at a time. One day I just got super sick of school and took a break, hopped into my favourite painting and honestly never planned on coming back." Wayne told us as we followed him up the stairs and through corridors.

"Why did you?" I asked, softly. Wayne shrugged.

"I felt a lot better about everything after a month. I think I got what I needed from that painting and it was time to come back, even if I knew I would end up in tonnes of trouble."

"Is that why you are helping us? You think it will give us something we need?"

"I don't know what you need, I'm mostly doing this because I'm scared of you." I raised my eyebrows.

"You are scared of me?" I could hear the surprise in my own voice.

"Not you, per say, or him for that matter." He nodded towards Blaise, who was walking with Draco and Pansy a few feet behind us. "But Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson scare me." I didn't ask any more questions and we walked along in silence for a while. The longer I was at Hogwarts, the more I realised how infamous those twos reputations were.

"This is one, I think." Wayne stopped in front of a painting - a landscape of a field spotted with flowers and a small cottage in the distance.

"Have you guys found one?" Pansy called out to us and they caught up. I nodded.

"I don't think it's what we are looking for though." I replied. They stood in front of the painting with me.

"It looks like any other painting to me." Draco said critically, eyeing Wayne up and down to try and figure out if he was deceiving us.

"We can find others." Wayne continued to walk on. The next painting he found was from around the Victorian era which we dismissed quickly. We continued to the next the 1600s by the look of it - showing an Italian village a philosopher at the time lived in. It looked warm, cosy and relaxed as wizards walked around eating fruits. Wayne says he had gone in there for a few hours once, and recommended it out we still passed. 40 minutes has already passed finding these two, I began to worry if we would be able to find one and be back in detention in time when we found the third painting.

The third painting appeared to be somewhere in France during the 1920s. A pub was filled with dancing flappers and wizards casting spells while drinking magical drinks which foamed at the top. The painting was filled with movement and life. "This is one I think, I've not seen this one before." Wayne told us, inspecting it closely. I reached out and touched the gold orange frame lightly.