Chapter Two: Charms, Spells, Enchantments, Oh My!

"You will be called up with your partner in alphabetical order," Dumbledore informed the school at lunch that day. Everyone was dead silent, nervous as anything about this connection spell. "Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick will be performing the spell so we can go a bit faster."

"Pansy, I can't have Potter in my head!" Draco complained. "There are so many things in my head that he could torment me with!"Pansy smirked, interested.

"Oh, really…Like what?" Draco frowned. "All right, all right. Think of it this way: you'll be in Potter's head, too." Draco rolled his eyes at her oh-so-obvious statement.

"Not. Helping." He sighed. "But you're right…Hey, who's your partner, anyway? I wasn't listening."

"First, of course I'm right. Second, Katie Stone, from Ravenclaw. Hey," she added, "Professor Sprout's shutting the doors."Pansy and Draco turned to watch the wild-haired lady push shut the large Oak doors to the Great Hall.

"Of course they're closing the doors, Pansy. They don't want anyone to leave before they get charmed. You of all people should know that, Ms I'm-always-right."Pansy folded her arms.

"I do not act like that, Draco Malfoy!" she shrieked. Draco rolled his eyes.

"What are you talking about? You make everyone in this school—except maybe Hermione Granger—feel like a fool when you talk!"

"How can you say that?" she cried, her voice revealing hurt. Draco paused, not sure what to do.

"Because…Whether you noticed or not, it's the truth," he said, trying to soothe her. She looked furious, and twisted around in her seat, refusing to talk to him. Annoyed, Draco turned away from her and set his gaze on the teachers, who had begun calling out names.

"Acun, Alexis and Raz, Rachel," McGonagall called out. Instantly, the food appeared and everyone began eating, watching the two first year girls shuffle over to McGonagall.

"Alanzo, Michael and Mic, Kevin," Snape called. The two boys approached him, looking terrified at the thought of having a spell cast on them by Professor Snape.

"Krous, Kayla and Omus, Lily," Flitwick squeaked. All attention, however, was on Alexis and Rachel, both of whom where on their knees, screaming horribly. Quite a few people seemed to have lost their appetite. McGonagall cast a silencing charm on the girls before addressing the students.

"Students, this spell is not painful. There is a tingling sensation, but other than that, you won't feel a thing. These girls are just experiencing the shock of psychic conversing."

Time went by too quickly for Draco's liking. It seemed like only an instant had passed before the first, second, third, and fourth years had been called. McGonagall shouted out the last pair of fifth years.

"Poles, Phoebe and Poles, Paige," she said. Immediately whispers sprang up.

"They're the seventh pair of twins to be put together!" a seventh year girl pointed out.

"QUIET!" Snape shouted. "Sixth years: Abbot, Hannah and Zabini, Blaise." Draco sat up, paying closer to the sixth years. He had only a few more minutes of freedom before…

"Macmillan, Ernie and Thomas, Dean," Snape called. Draco cringed as…

"Oh, dear." McGonagall's eyebrows were as high as they could go, and she turned to glance at Dumbledore, as if asking if it was a typo. He shook his head curtly, and she announced, "Malfoy, Draco and Potter, Harry."

The entire school gasped in unison and watched as Harry and Draco both clumsily got to their feet, aware of all eyes on them. They approached Professor McGonagall, who shook her head, still amazed.

"Face each other, boys," McGonagall instructed quietly. Draco and Harry faced each other and pressed their palms together, just as the other students had. McGonagall brought her wand down in a sweeping motion and said, "Connectus Eturnavous Proanus."

The boys' fingers entwined and held on tightly as the room began to spin. A tingling feeling was spreading through their heads. It wasn't painful, just very strange. And then the tingling was gone and warmth spread through each boy's entire body, light hot cocoa on a cold winter day. In an instant, it was over.