Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did. But I don't.

Draco hated Transfiguration. He could tell that McGonagall favored the stupid Gryffindorks, especially the mudblood Granger. And then there was 'The Boy Who Lived'. He was just so annoyingly perfect.

"Mr. Malfoy!" McGonagall's voice made him flush with embarrassment. "Would you care to pay attention?" She said, looking sternly at him before addressing the class. "I will be choosing you partners, Pansy and Hermione, Draco and…" She said looking around the class, seeming to be choosing partners who would get along the least. Draco assumed he was about to paired off with some idiot, probably Weasley. "Harry." She finished, and both boys gaped. Is she serious?

Draco answered his own question when he noticed the rest of the class reluctantly standing up around him. Apparently she wasn't kidding when she assigned me and Potter as partners… How am I ever going to get anything accomplished working with him? I have to keep all my grades high if I'm going to make anything out of my life… sitting next to Mr. Perfect during this class every day.

"What are you looking at, Malfoy?"

Draco jumped at the sound of Harry's lowered voice which had an edge of bitterness. When the heck did he get over here? He asked himself in surprise. He hadn't even realized he was staring into Harry's bright green eyes while his mind was wandering aimlessly. "Nothing Potter, just waiting for you to get your arse over here because w—ˮ

"Nevermind, I don't care," Harry responded, raising his eyebrow and looking at Draco as if he were insane, "we should really get to work, we don't have much time left."

Wow maybe he does care about more than just his looks and popularity…who would have known… Draco thought in awe.

"Okay, we need to start with the spe—are you even listening to me?" The irritation in Harry's voice was not very well hidden, but Draco didn't notice.

"Yes, I was just reading the spell we need to work on… Is that okay Mr. Potter?" The sarcasm in Draco's voice was hiding his amusement at Harry's annoyed tone. It's fun to mess with Harry, who knew how adorable he can be when he is annoyed…

"Oh okay, what page are we on anyway?" Harry said, slightly taken aback by the fact that Draco was already ahead of him. He knew Draco was a talented student and got good grades, but Harry always considered himself to be better mostly because of Draco's status of having been a Death Eater. Harry considered all of Voldemort's followers to be lower than him since they were all a bunch of evil prats. Take Bellatrix LeStrange for example: She had tortured Neville's parents to insanity with the Cruciatus curse. It was one thing to use an unforgivable curse, but a whole other story when it was used to do someone else's terrible deeds. But of course, that was just Harry's opinion.

"Page 351." Draco replied immediately, even though he had no clue what page they were on, he just wanted to look good compared to Potter.

"Okay," Harry said as he flipped through the book to find the page that Draco had mentioned, "you can start."

"You are on the same page as me, why don't you go first?" Draco asked, trying to listen and respond to Harry while discreetly working to figure out what page they were actually supposed to be on.

"Your arguing is not going to get this done any faster," Harry answered impatiently, "just go already."

"Fine Potter," Draco, whose mind was distracted by how even when Harry was annoyed, he was still able to keep his composure. It isn't fair. How is everything about him so perfect? Perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect voice, perfect body… Wait? Did I just think that? Wanting to forget about where his thoughts had just traveled,Draco, without thinking took his wand out of his robes, pointed it at Harry, and with the flick of his wand said the two-word spell written at the top of page 351, "FieriFemina." Maybe I should have read what that incantation did before I went waving my wand at Harry. Draco thought to himself in shock. He had no idea what made him say a spell that he didn't know the results of. The last time he was involved in a situation with an unknown spell, he almost bled to death on a bathroom floor…

Draco shook the thought from his head, and immediately noticed a cloud of dark gray smoke surrounding the floating body of his partner. The rest of the class had stopped everything that they were working on and were watching in confusion as the body of the boy-who-lived hung in the air with nothing holding him up. Harry hadn't moved since Draco had noticed what was happening and had his eyes closed as though he were sleeping. Just as Draco was positive that Harry was unconscious, he noticed the cloud grow thicker and darker. Then once he could no longer see his partner's figure he heard a scream- A Loud Scream -coming from the now black cloud. Shit. What did I do! By now the entire class's attention was on Draco who was blankly staring into the billow of smoke.

Draco, who was intently watching the cloud, didn't notice Ron striding angrily over to him from across the room.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU BLOODY FERRET? Ron screamed as he reached wildly for Draco's robes. Ron knew in the back of his mind that he was overreacting, but he pushed the thought away as he looked at where his best friend would be inside the billow of dark smoke.

"er… what makes you think that I have the answer to that, weasel." was Draco's startled response. He would have been more prepared had he expected the question, but not noticing someone stalking over to you definitely had an element of surprise.

"If you have done anything to cause harm, danger, or leave ANY permanent affects to my best friend, you WILL pay." Although he was no longer shouting, Draco could tell that Ron was serious.

"OKAY, would you PLEASE get off my case? It's not even my fault. Potter was the one who ordered me to go first after I told HIM to! So shut up." As much as Draco wished nothing would happen to Harry, he couldn't help but lose his temper with the way that Ron just barged into his situations. It was not Draco's fault harry was so damn distracting.

As the next few minutes went on, the screams got louder and started sounding higher pitched. Draco was terrified. He knew something bad was happening and he decided he knew it was his fault no matter what excuses he gave Weasley. In the back of his mind he could hear Professor Mcgonangall trying to get his attention after ordering a couple students to get Madam Pomfrey.

I swore to myself I would never use an unknown spell on anyone-whether out of revenge or just to try it out, and look what happens! As the students watched the scene with a mix of curiosity and shock, Draco idly stared off into the distance while internally regretting the mistake he made.

Draco was immediately taken out of his state of disbelief when he noticed that the screams were replaced by a loud 'thud' on the desk in front of him. When he looked down to see what had made the noise, he gasped in awe at the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. . .

AN: I hope you all enjoy this… it is my first time publishing so I hope I'm doing well. (:

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~alissa~