Yoga
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Yoga time. Best time of the whole day, lately. Ginevra Weasley, a yogini, who would have imagined? She wasn't the most patient witch he knew, and how the hell did the girl know how to yoga?
Ginevra surely was in that after-class optional, that's presumably the reason she could do a downward dog in front of him. And damn, that girl, who never showed up anymore to their morning runs, was flexible as hell.
"You yoga." Draco said, finally deciding to approach.
"For Quidditch." She answered, maintaining the position. "Lower back problems, pain in my tail bone, laying in bed at night is uncomfortable." The girl continued, standing up, locking eyes with him. "Yoga helps."
He knew he should leave.
"How?"
He should go back to his Common Room.
"It teaches you how to use your body properly."
But again, she was talking to him like he was anyone.
"Imagine a sweater too small. You can't move around on it, right? But over time, it stretches. This is the goal of yoga."
Like he wasn't a Slytherin.
"And there's also a spiritual side. Yoga means union, two things becoming one. When you are in an extremely difficult pose, you can't think of other things. It's like meditation. Your body and soul become one."
Like he wasn't Draco Malfoy.
"So, it's basically meditation with your body."
Like he wasn't the one who would kill-
"Sometimes, something, like a trauma, it stays in your body." She said, and he could briefly see a twinge of pain in those brown eyes. "That part of your body stays like, trapped in that emotion. You lose flexibility. When you meditate, you forget about this. And when you forget about this, you become more flexible."
He should have left.
"Can I try?"
And she smiled.