***I think I have finally figured out how author's notes work... We'll see. Anyways, I want to thank all the readers for their support, especially those that left a favorite! My cowriter and I were so excited to see that! Short announcement: I will be starting to publish another fic. I haven't titled it yet, but it's a Dramione. I also have a Supernatural Fanfiction in the works and would love to hear about interest for both. Thanks!***

For exactly two minutes and fifty two seconds I spastically fixed my hair in the hallways leading to the dungeons. It was after flight class, and Madame Hooch did not mess around! She was really upset to see Mcgonagall with our class after she had come back from the hospital wing. By the time the class had ended, and Madame Hooch was done yelling at us, I had barely three minutes to sprint down to potions. The corridors were emptying out quickly so I had plenty of room to run, which was good. My super-clutz status meant that I ran into people way too often.

I managed to arrive just before the classroom door closed. Everyone was sitting or was already seated and I freaked out about where I would go. All the open seats were disappearing before my very eyes. I caught a glimpse of a slender pale arm waving at me out of the corner of my eye, and I turned towards them. It was Draco and he had saved a seat next to him. I smiled, hurried over to him, dropped my school bag on the table to claim my spot, and plopped into the chair next to him. Just as I was about to breathlessly thank Draco for the seat, professor Snape whooshed into the room, nearly scaring everyone out of their seats.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class…"

Professor Snape rolled into a whole speech about flame broiling victory or something like that, while I became distracted once again by the dream I had the night before. The current Draco seemed so cool and collected; this Draco was far from his dream self. I never had wanted more to know what he was trying to tell me, what he looked desperate for me to know…

I snapped back to reality in time to catch Snape in the middle of a different speech. He had begun to berate Potter for some complex potions knowledge, definitely not things first years were supposed to know. Hermione was the only one who raised her hand to volunteer an answer in place of Harry though, and it didn't look like Snape planned to call on her. I felt bad for the boy; even though he had been mean to Draco earlier, nobody deserved to feel pressured by a professor like that.

I started to zone out again, but Draco interrupted my thoughts. He had turned to me and asked me a whispered question.

"So what'd you think of flying then?"

I was halfway tempted to come up with some smart comment about the incident he had caused earlier, but I bit my tongue. Not every moment is a teaching moment and with boys that standard applies twice as much. I did regret how harsh I was to him on the train, so I granted him a simple response.

"It really was wonderful! It was windy though."

"No way you could've looked worse than Granger over there."

"Stop it! It would do you well to remember she's my dorm mate and I think she's very pleasurable!"

He blushed ashamedly, and I realized that I preferred that look over some of his others. He seemed less cold and closed off, and like he actually felt emotion when he talked. I granted him a peace offering sentence.

"...Anyways, I agree with you. About flying. I find it to be a rather—exhilarating escape from reality."

Draco and I spent the rest of the class taking notes, assembling ingredients for simple potion bases, and having small conversations about both everything and nothing. I thought that potions class would be intolerable, but Draco made it so enjoyable that I might have actually had a good time that first day.