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The burn that Emily's hand left me with tingles for a few minutes after. When it leaves, I wish it would come back.

We reach Charms a few minutes early so we have the pick of the seats. I walk towards the back row, headed for my favourite seat in the corner. I expect Emily to choose another seat and wait for another friend who may have chosen Charms for a NEWT subject to sit with her, like Effy or her sister Katie, so I'm surprised when she stands next to my two-seater table. For pretty much every lesson, I'm alone, unless Pandora is on her own in that lesson too and joins me. Maybe this year I'll have some company.

"You don't mind, do you?" Emily asks quietly, her face slightly pink. "Only, no-one else is in this class. And you're good at Charms too so you won't be annoying me for answers."

"No, no, of course, sit down! I don't usually have company," I reply. "And none as intellectually stimulating as you." I say with a raised eyebrow and sly smile. Shit. Flirting. And I used the word stimulating. But at least she's smiling back. She pulls out the chair next to me, throws her bag under the desk and sits down. She smells so good. Like cucumber and newly cut grass. Clean, refreshing smells. It's an odd combination but I really love it.

"You could have been in Ravenclaw, Naomi. I know you're really good in class. And individual. And… interesting." Emily finishes quietly.

"Erm… Thank you. And you too, you're obviously great academically and I think you've become, sort of, your own person. You're not tagging after Katie like you used to and you called Hestia out on her being a cock-sucking failure." Emily laughs but I suddenly feel embarrassed for admitting I watch her and remember things like that. My palms are sweaty again. Shit. I wipe them down my skirt quickly.

A great flood of Sixth Year students suddenly burst through the wooden door of the classroom, knocking tiny Professor Flitwick, who had been busy charming a piece of chalk to write "NEWT Charms: Summoning Charms and their useful properties" in looped writing while Emily and I talked, flat to the ground.

The students bustle about and allocate themselves into seats as Flitwick tries to tidy his dusty robes and rearrange his toupee. I see that cock-sucking Hestia Bode's best friend, Francesca Cram, must have managed to scrape at least an Exceeds Expectations in her Charms OWL, and she takes one of the last remaining seats at the front beside a Slytherin girl with a mass of red hair. She turns around and glares at Emily, whose fists I see clench up on her lap. Emily manages to hold Francesca's stare until Professor Flitwick begins with his usual start of term dictation about his expectation of this class.

She drops her head forward and I turn to her.

"She's being a bitch too, then?" I whisper. She scoffs.

"Yeah, she always takes Hestia's side but I really don't give a fuck now. I just don't want her to…" she trails off.

"Don't want her to what?" I ask. Oh fuck, there are tears in her eyes. What do I do?!

"Nothing. It's alright." But I can see tears and she furiously wipes them away. I have to do something.

I wipe my newly-wet hand on my skirt again before putting it on Emily's and giving it a quick squeeze. She looks up at me and I smile reassuringly.

"Whatever it is, it's OK. You don't have to tell me what's really wrong. It'll be fine." Jesus, that was fucking soppy. What is this girl turning me into? She gives a small smile and sniffs.

"Thanks. I feel really bad for thinking that you were unapproachable and hard-faced before. I didn't even realise you were so nice. Wait, that sounded nicer in my head, sorry."

"Doesn't matter. And maybe it just takes the right person to approach me." I whisper with a soft laugh. What a cheesy line. Dear God. What am I doing? Why did I touch her? And why is she still so fucking hot?! Her voice is even more gravelly than before and it's turning me on ashamedly. Stop it, Naomi, she's still quite upset, don't fuck it all up now.

Professor Flitwick throws us into the deep end, teaching us the basics of the summoning charm, Accio. With a wave of his wand, he moves all of the desks to the sides of the classrooms and sets various small objects on the floor at the other side of the room such as quills, hair clips, and water bottles. He assigns each student their own object and prepares us to start.

"Wands out! Now, the movement for this spell is a sharp semi-circle from the left to the right. And speak clearly! Ak-ee-oh. Repeat after me! Ak-ee-oh."

"Ak-ee-oh." The class chants back.

"Very good, and after Accio, say the name of your object. I'll show you." Flitwick points his wand towards the opposite end of the room. "Accio sock!"

A tiny sock with a hole in the toe flies across the room and into the Professor's hand.

"Right then. Begin!"

Everyone in the room begins shouting "Accio", followed by various objects but no-one has any real success. Apart from Emily, that is. Her bracelet flies across the room and lands perfectly in her hand and I turn and stare at her. She laughs.

"What the fuck?" I ask.

"After the OWLs and we had a lot of spare time, I looked into the NEWT curriculum and perfected a few charms. This was one of them." Flitwick beams at her and asks her if she can summon anything heavier.

"Yes, Professor, I think so." She replies. "Accio chair!" She waves her wand and easily handles the flying seat hurtling her way. She earns a round of applause from everyone, aside from Francesca, who instead gives her a sour glare, and her face turns a rosy pink. Everyone turns back to their own objects and try the spell again. I attempt a few more times at summoning my earring but it does nothing aside from rolling over pathetically.

"Accio earring! Accio fucking earring! Accio, Accio, Accio!" I flail my wand about in frustration and Emily laughs.

"Stop it! It won't work if you keep getting frustrated," She says. "Here, like this."

She puts her slender fingers on top of mine and guides my hand into the correct movement. Her soft touch. Her hand against mine. What I wouldn't give for her to hold my hand every day, place my hands on her neck, down the rest of her body, exploring places- No. No, stop it, Naomi.

She's stood right beside me. I can feel her warmth. I turn my head towards her, my icy blue eyes melted by her warm, chocolate gaze. She's staring straight into me, some sort of strange glint in her eyes. I bite my lip slightly and I see her eyes flit towards it for less than a second. Say something! Fucking now!

"E-Erm, Accio earring…" I mumble, turning my eyes away from hers, worried about what such a prolonged interaction could make me do. Surprisingly, I find that the earring flies towards me, about a foot above the ground, and lands at my feet. Emily finally takes her hand from mine and steps back, grinning.

"See? You've just got to want it, Naomi!" she says. I think about the implications that sentence holds. Because I do want her. But that doesn't have to mean anything, does it? I mean, it doesn't mean I'm, like, gay or anything. Right?

Emily turns her head towards the other side of the room and I suddenly see her smile drop to a worried sort of frown. I follow her line of sight and see that Francesca Cram is smirking cruelly at her, evidently having watched our little, well… interaction. Emily takes a few more steps back and falls onto one of the chairs stacked against the walls, her mouth turned down, her face pale and turned away from that fucking bitch. What has she done to Emily?

I sit down next to her and ask her again.

"What's wrong? And don't say it's nothing. I know it's something about that bitch and Hestia. I mean, you don't have to tell me, just…" I trail off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

I notice her body shift slightly away from me. Shit. Shit! She noticed that I liked her touching me. A lot.

"OK, you're right. I just don't want to deal with it right now. Can you leave it? I suppose you'll know sooner or later anyway. I'm sorry." She gives me a sad smile before standing up and walking back towards the rest of the class and practising the summoning charm, although she doesn't need it.

I'm worried. I don't have a clue about what could be bothering so much her except that it has something to do with Hestia and Francesca. It could be anything. But I've realised something. I don't think this is just a crush. Or else I'd be worried that what's bothering her has something to do with me and would make her not want to even be friends with me anymore.

I know it's very soon but I think this is something more. I genuinely want her to be happy, with or without me.