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…