𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜'𝙨 𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙃𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 • 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮

𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵

The door slams, making me jump. The windows were blinded shut, making it dark. My father. I smiled, sitting up straight. My father brings down the screen and walks to the projector.

"Turn to page 394." My father said.

"Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?" I dont care about him right now, my father is here and thats all I care about.

"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?" He snarls. "Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching... at the present time. Turn to page 394."

"Werewolves?" Weasley gasps. I turned my page. How lovely.

"Sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks." Granger turns to him. "We're not meant to start that for weeks."

"Quiet." The trio hushed down. "Now, which one of you can tell me the difference... between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Granger raised her hand. "No one? How disappointing." I smiled to myself.

"Please, sir. An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind." Granger goes on. Draco howls, making me laugh. I sensed his smile from the back of me.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. That's the second time... you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself-"

"or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?" I finishing it. My father smacks the back of my head with his hand.

"Dont start." He tells me.

"She's got a point, you know." Weasley whispers.

"Five points from Gryffindor. As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning..." we all groaned. One thing i didnt like about my fathers teachings, is stuff like that. "two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis... on recognizing it."

"Sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow." Aww poor Potter.

"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter." I saw a note dove coming in front of me. "Page 394." I caught it and i opened it. "The term werewolf is a contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word wer-"

Astronomy tower after class

I knew that handwriting. I looked back. Draco winked at me. I shook my head, shoving the note into my book.

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I decided not to go to the quidditch game. It was pouring outside. I wasn't going to mess up my hair for that. No matter how badly I want to see Potter lose. I made my way to the tower. I walked up the stairs. It was beautiful up here. You can nearly see Hogwarts.

"You had me thinking you weren't going to show." Draco pops from the shadows. I crossed my arms, smiling.

"I was thinking about if this was a trap."

"No trap." We looked out the window. We can see the game from here. "This will be our spot."

"Why would it be our spot?" We sat down next to the plate of fruit.

"Nobody will find us here." I grabbed a strawberry and took a bite. Draco smiled as he watched me.

"You're staring. Its creeping me out. Dont look at me." I said coldly, but deep down, I didn't mean it. I like the way he looks at me.

"Sorry." At this moment, Draco never felt this feeling before. It was his heart. What was it doing? It was only with her, nobody else. And he liked it.