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"Anyway, Hermione, you have to teach me!" Ginny said excitedly.
"I will. Wait a mo…" she peeked down the stairway. It was still empty, save for Seamus. "Let's do it right now."
"Yes! Herm, you're the best!"
"Hey, just out of curiosity…why're you so eager to learn this?"
Ginny blushed furiously.
"It wouldn't have anything to do with a certain boy…with messy brown hair and a quite distinguishing scar right on his forehead…would it?" Hermione poked her stomach.
"No! Well…maybe a little…"
"Ginn-ee…"
"Okay, yes."
"Knew it! Anyway…let's get started."
Pretty soon it was time for bed, and Ginny had gotten the hang of the incantation.
Hermione didn't see Draco until a few days later in Potions. Harry and Ron were talking loudly over her head about bloody quidditch. One of the obvious downsides to having male best friends was the fact that they were…male.
"Switch me spots, Ron. I've had enough of this," she said sulkily.
Ron stood up and took Hermione's seat, not even stopping to ask what was wrong. Honestly.
Hermione looked around. Still no Draco.
Just as Snape was standing up to start the lesson, Draco swept in. He was late, but it wasn't like Snape would give him a detention.
Draco looked around and started to walk towards Hermione. She held her breath. What was he doing?
She looked to her left and realized that the only empty seat in the room was beside her.
"Taken?" he asked. What? Of course she wasn't taken. What was he thinking? Why was he asking that? She hadn't—wait. He was talking about the chair. Only the chair. Calm. Stay calm.
"No," she said, her face a hundred different shades of red.
He sat down, and Snape started class. In her five years of potions classes with the Slytherins, she'd never once actually sat by one.
He smelled good. Really good. Better than Ron or...
"All right, Granger?" She looked at him, startled.
"Wha—? Er…yes. Fine."
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was writing something. Just then he stood up and walked up to Snape's desk. She quickly slid her chair closer to his. When he sat back down, their legs were touching.
She leaned into him so her chest was touching his shoulder. He flinched. "What effect on skin does the Flitterbloom powder have, again?" she asked.
"Severe rash," he said. His voice cracked.
"Oh yes. I'd forgotten."
She looked sideways at her.
He knew she hadn't forgotten.
When class was over, they both stood up at the same time. She found herself in the same position as she was with Seamus a few days before…right up against him. She could feel everything (as could he), and there were some pretty interesting things going on downstairs, if you catch my drift.
Looking up at him, she touched his arm.
"Later, Draco."