It was just a whisper down the back of her neck, but she shivered anyways. Just a simple request to pass a note to the boy in front of her who looked exactly like him. But Dominique could barely stand to sit in front of Lysander Scamander. Because he drove her crazy. But not in the bad way. He drove her crazy in the good way, where she wanted him to be hers.

But it was obvious that Lysander was oblivious to these feelings. Or he was choosing to ignore them. Either way, it hurt. She wanted it smack him and at the same time tell him he was hopelessly in love with him. But somehow, she didn't think that would win her any points unless he was a masochist of some sort.

He really was driving her mad.

"Dominique." Lorcan breathed, handing her a folded piece of parchment to return to Lysander. She slid it back to him as surreptitiously as possible, not making eye contact with the boy behind her.

After class, Dominique packed her things slowly, waiting for Lysander and Lorcan to leave. She left after she thought they had gotten far enough away.

Unfortunately, they hadn't. Or at least Lysander hadn't.

"Dominique." He whispered, coming up behind her.

She jumped and turned around, "L-Lysander! Hi…"

Way to be smooth Dom.

"Hey, I was wondering if you could help me out with something." Lysander said.

"Oh… umm… what?" Dominique floundered for a second, and then regained her composure.

Lysander looked around as if to make sure no one was following them, and then pulled her into an empty classroom.

"So, here's the problem: there's this girl that I like." Dominique's heart sank as she heard those words, "But the problem is, she keeps avoiding me and I don't know why. Lorcan votes that I should talk to her about it. What do you think?"

"Well, if she's avoiding you, it might mean that she doesn't like you and wants you to lay off."

"I haven't said anything to her yet, about me liking her anyways. I don't think she knows."

"Maybe you make her uncomfortable then."

"Mhm… so should I talk to her about it or not?"

"You should figure out what's going on, and if you are making her uncomfortable, stop doing whatever it is that is making her so uncomfortable."

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" Lysander whispered.

"What?" Dominique was now completely bewildered.

"It's you who keeps avoiding me, Dominique. Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"N-no. That's not it…"

"Then what is it?"

Dominique felt the classic Weasley blush coming on.

"I-I… Lysander… I like you. I really do. It's just, I wasn't sure if you liked me like I like you and I didn't want to creep you out, so…"

Lysander shut her up by pulling her close to him and kissing her. Dominique's face became even redder, but she enjoyed it while it lasted.

Was this a dream? Would she wake up from it, wishing that same aching wish?

"Dominique…" He whispered her name as he pulled away from the kiss. "I think I might be in love with you."