Draco's POV
I rush into Charms class, out of breath.
"Sorry I'm late, Professor." I pant. "I was, um, helping a lost first year." I lie.
"That's quite alright, Mr. Malfoy. I believe you've already taken this class anyway. The Flipendo Charm?" Professor Flitwick questions.
"I have." I answer. I did this lesson last month due to an error on the timetables, causing Slytherins to be with the Hufflepuffs.
"Well, would you mind helping Mr. Potter whilst I assist Mr. Finnigan?" he asks.
I agree and walk up to Scarhead.
I admit, I've some pretty strong feelings for him. And I think he likes me back. At least, that's what his Mudblood friend says.
"Alright, Potter. Show me where you're at now." I tell him.
He nods and turns to the mannequin.
"Flipendo!" he shouts, waving his wand. Instead of the mannequin being thrown through the air, it merely topples over.
"You've got the hand motion wrong, Gryffindork." I roll my eyes.
I trace the correct motion in the air.
He attempts to mirror me.
"No, not like that!" I sigh.
I come closer to him and hear him gulp.
I put my hand on his and move the wand slowly with him.
I hear someone beside us whistle, and turn to see the Weasel.
Harry turns bright red.
"Shut up, you spawn of Satan!" Harry hisses.
The Weasel winks before walking off.
Harry and I don't say a word for a few seconds and avoid eye contact.
"I think I have it now." Harry says quickly.
"Yep!" My voice cracks as I turn on my heel to walk away.
I clear my throat. "Um Professor, may I go to the bathroom?" I ask.
"Yes, yes. Hurry back." Flitwick instructs.
I quickly exit the room to sort out my ah... situation below.
