Year Four: Anything That Moves
"Excuse me, Professor Snape?"
Harry and Draco exchanged vary glances. They seemed to be doing that a lot, whenever Alexandra spoke up. Snape closed his eyes.
"What is it that you want, Miss Potter?"
She gave him a sultry smile. Harry put his head in his hands. Draco let out a long sigh.
"Has anyone told you that you look very handsome lately, Professor?"
There was a thump as Draco's head hit the desk. Otherwise, the class had gone dead quiet. Snape considered her for a long moment.
"…No, Miss Potter. No one has."
She shrugged innocently. "I can't imagine why, Professor. You are a very handsome man."
Harry groaned silently. Just what they needed…
