Disclaimer: Characters belong to J K Rowling.
Rating: PG
For Teija.
She's under a spell. That's what it is.
It's the only rational explanation she can think of.
Nothing else makes sense, with the possible exception of temporary
insanity. Why else would she be gazing over at that side of
the classroom right now? It must be a spell. She's certainly not
doing this voluntarily. She doesn't want to be staring at Malfoy
and admiring the way his hair – which has never seemed special
before – looks rather soft, begging to be touched.
She certainly doesn't want to be looking at his lips.
So often they're curled into a sneer, but now he's chewing
nervously on his bottom lip as he answers the questions on the test
Professor McGonagall has just handed out. It's rather endearing.
It's incredibly endearing, in fact, and she finds herself wanting
to hug him. Or more. No! Don't think like that! It's Malfoy. But
she finds that she likes the path that her mind has taken,
and rather than recheck her test paper, she daydreams.
She's definitely under a spell. There's no other explanation.