Draco's POV
Transfiguration is boring as per usual.
I spend most of the class leaning my head on my left hand and looking at the back of Potter's head, as if I can read his my mind by staring hard enough.
Mcgonagall's voice is a constant drone in the background.
Today I decide that I need to find something to entertain myself. I tear the corner of a page off of my textbook and reach for my quill.
"Your hair looks like a rats nest" I write on it.
I take my wand from my robes.
"Wingardium Leviosa" I whisper.
I guide the paper with my wand toward Potter's desk.
It lands beside his hand and he picks it up, confused.
After reading it, he shakes his head and crumples it up.
I let out a sigh and rip the corner off of the next page.
On this note I write "I'm kidding, it looks fine" and send it in his direction again.
He reads it and subtly turns around to face me. He's wearing a confused expression.
I grin and decide to write more notes, though I know he won't write any back.
"Why confused, hasn't anyone complimented you?"
"What class do you have next?"
"Ignoring me? Oh, I see..."
"I'm joking, I know you want to write back."
"Stop shaking your head, I know you do."
"QUITE a rude gesture there, Golden Boy. Do you think Dumbledore would appreciate his star student acting like that?"
"You know you wanna write back."
"You love me, admit it."
"Go on, give us a kiss, Harry."
"Stop laughing, Mcgonagall will notice."
After the end of the class, there were piles of scrap paper on Potter's desk.
I was putting my quill back and closing my book when a piece of paper landed on my desk. I grinned and turned to see Harry walking away.
I looked at the note.
"Come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend"
