"Grace," Draco said, walking down the corridor towards me. He had something glittering in his hands, but I couldn't quite tell what it was.

"Hey," I say, grinning. I motion to the shining in his hands. "What do you have there?"

"It's for you," he says, holding it up. It's a crystal prism, shimmering from the sun in the hall. He held it up to the sunlight, and it shimmered brightly. "It's a beautiful crystal for a beautiful girl."

I blushed at his remark. He was always saying things like that like they had no consequence or anything, like they had absolutely no effect on me. Like they didn't make my heart race and my head hurt and a bunch of other things that made her really confused. "You're doing it again," she says, taking the crystal from him. But she didn't care. She was shining like the crystal.