Wand Hopping ; D.M.

𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ

Warning: smut

Elsie Granger

Draco apparated us back to the castle grounds and the camping trip was successful. We were not attacked by any large beasts of creatures, and we survived without any major injuries.

Lorenzo and Norah were excited to see us back, and greeted me with a hug as Draco doesn't like being hugged.

We all went to the dining hall and ate lunch while talking about our small trip. Though Enzo loved us both dearly, he was a bit disappointed because we were not attacked by a bear or anything. It would have made a fun story to tell.

After lunch, we all returned to the common room where we sat and worked for the next few hours.

At one point, Draco approached me with his papers in hand, looking needy as ever.

He reminded me of what I imagine my kids would look like, begging me for help with their homework.

"Sit down," I sighed and helped him with his assignment.

Like I've said, he isn't stupid, he just isn't smart.

Beginning of October

Our sixth year at Hogwarts was officially picking up the pace as classes occurred more often, and more material was taught. This caused Draco to ask me for even more help with his work, which I couldn't say no to.

He had kept his nice nature and so had I.

Norah and Enzo even complimented us both on the fact we haven't lashed out on anybody lately.

With a new month, autumn progressed and the air became colder and colder.

Neville and Norah went on walks still, but they dressed in heavy layers and didn't spend as much time outside as they did previously.

Today, there was a quidditch match occurring between Gryffindor against Slytherin, and the whole school was excited.

I, as well as Norah and Enzo didn't understand the game whatsoever. We had watched all the matches since we were in our first year, and it never seemed to get easier to understand.

Draco was the seeker for Slytherin while Harry was the Gryffindor's seeker. Ron also played, but I never really understood his position or what he did.

None of the other players were any of my friends, so I didn't bother to pay attention to them.

The match was heated, and everybody around me was cheering on Slytherins.

I was as well, but I didn't really care who won. Harry and Ron were my best friends but so was Draco.

Eventually, the Gryffindor's won the match and as always, it confused me how they did it.

"Weren't we just in the lead though?" I questioned.

"No matter how many times Draco has explained it, you never understand," Norah laughed.

Most of the Slytherins were quite upset at the loss, and had frowns on their faces.

Once we made our way down to see Draco, he was quite upset as well, and for good reason.

"You did really well," I said, "I'm proud of you."

"I only got to play for half the game!" he exclaimed, "Theodore Nott took my place because apparently I wasn't doing good enough."

"I thought you did really well," I reached my arms closer and tried to hug him.

"Don't touch me!" he spat and shoved my arms away.