Professor Burbage instructed us to try out a common thing muggles wrote, poetry. I looked at my piece of parchment that was blank. I sighed and took out another piece of parchment. On the first piece I started to brainstorm, listing anything that came to my mind. Bunnies, strawberries, family, OWL's, NEWT's, Draco Malfoy... I crumpled up the parchment and stuffed it into my pocket. My cheeks burned as I took out another piece of parchment. I looked up when the parchment on my desk disappeared. Before me stood Draco Malfoy, my parchment in his hands. I blushed furiously and snatched it away. His eyes widened for a second as the object from his hands were yanked away. He rested his eyes on me and let that arrogant smirk spread across his lips. I cursed myself for feeling my heart beating so fast in my chest.

"Weasley it's amusing to see your parchment actually blank," said Draco. I glared and took a seat. He sat on my desk. I could feel his gray eyes on me as I rewrote my ideas, leaving out that name. After a few minutes of feeling his stare on me I lifted my head and looked around for Professor Burbage or anyone who would get Draco to go back to his seat. Draco noticed this because he took out a folded piece of parchment from his pocket and placed it on my desk.

"I have a knack for poems." he said and got up. He went back over to his desk. I looked at him and then at the folded parchment on my desk. I unfolded it and read the black ink.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

How would you like it

If I came home with you

I blushed and looked over at Draco. He had been staring at me the whole time. When I met his eyes he winked. I looked down at my desk and took my quill. I dipped it in the ink and wrote on the parchment. I blew onto the ink and waited for it to dry. When it was dry enough I folded it into a paper crane. I blew onto it and it flew its way over to Draco. It landed neatly on his desk. As Draco opened it Professor Burbage released us. I walked out and made my way to Magical Creature Care, but a hand firmly gripping my robes made me stop. I turned around to be met with blond hair and that arrogant smirk.

"Who cares if your family disapproves of me coming home with you," he said and lightly grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me down so we were just a few inches away from each other. "All that matters is what feels right..."

I noticed him staring at my lips. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine softly. It took a frustrated groan from Draco to get me to return the kiss. Our lips moved softly against each other but before it could get any farther I pulled away at the realization at how wrong it was. My head said it was wrong but my heart says it felt right.

"I-I... It's w-wrong..." I sputtered. Draco frowned and pulled me flush against his body. I blushed furiously.

"Did it feel right?" He asked. I nodded. "Then it doesn't matter if it's wrong. The only thing that matters is that it feels right."

"You know, I think it's okay to bring you home with me." I say with a smile. Draco smiles back. He actually smiles, not smirks, smiles. "Why do you never smile like that?" The question is asked timidly.

"Because this smile is just reserved for you." he says before he presses his lips to my own again.