Santana looked at Ron.
And then looked at him again.
And again.
Over and over.
Finn looked at Hermione.
And then looked at her again.
And again.
Over and over.
Quinn looked at Draco.
And then looked at him again.
And again.
Over and over.
Draco looked Quinn over. She blushed. "You might want to change before we get to Hogwarts, you know." He told her. She looked down at her clothes. She had changed out of her Cheerios uniform before they had arrived at King's Cross, and Finn, Santana, and her had stopped at Muggle stores in London to pick up new clothes. Quinn was wearing a lace peplum top with mint skinny jeans and combat boots. "Into what?" She protested.
Ron had said the same to Santana, who was wearing a pink crop top and jean shorts.
Hermione had also said it to Finn, who was wearing a plaid button-up shirt and jeans.
"I don't know," Draco shrugged. Then he smirked. "Maybe into something like this." He pulled her in, and his lips met hers.
Quinn loved Draco Malfoy.
She really did.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth, which Quinn didn't mind. She put her own in his eagerly, and they danced together. They kissed for a while, it seemed, but to Quinn, it felt like only a few seconds.
Her mind seemed to register something that she hadn't bothered to think of before.
"I'm sorry." She said as she pulled away, and ran out. As she sprinted down the corridor, she asked herself how she could be so stupid. If she was in love with Draco Malfoy, and he was in love with her, something might happen, like it did between her and Puck.
And she did not want to be a pregnant, moody, hormonal teenager everagain.