"Please?"
"How many times have I told you no?
"Not enough times to make me stop asking,"
"Do your own damn Transfiguration essay, Jack."
"Sophie, please?"
By this time, the tall Gryffindor boy was leaning against Sophie, looking at her pleadingly, though she made sure not to look because she knew she would cave immediately.
"You are certainly smart enough to write it yourself, so I don't know why you ask me."
"Because you are smarter than me,"
"I'm also much lazier than you. I barely finish my own homework most of the time," Sophie shot back, still not looking at him.
"Liar," he sang. That's when she gave in and looked over. There he was, brown hair hanging in his face again, stubble running along his jaw from not shaving in a few days, hazel eyes shining, smile lighting up his face.
Sophie sighed heavily, "I'll do half of it and I expect a box of Honeydukes chocolate to be in your hands next time I see you."
He kissed her cheek swiftly, "Thanks, babe. You're the best."
Sophie watched as he got up and sauntered back to his own table, a dreamy smile on her face. A snort from the opposite side of the table brought her back to reality.
"What happened to not doing his homework anymore?"
"Shut up, Fae. No one asked you." Sophie grumbled, making the girl beside Fae laugh.
"Actually, you did,"
"Not helping Mel,"