Amera was walking alone to Demonology from lunch; Tashia had probably gotten there early because Amera went to the bathroom to clean tart out her hair. Someone had jinxed her in the Great Hall during lunch and sent a whole treacle tart straight at her head. Amera had her leather bag slung over her shoulder, carrying the many books from Arithmancy. She heard foul cackling coming up the corridor from the opposite direction. She heard a few voices laughing at one loud singular voice.

"Classic, wasn't it?"

She knew that voice all too well, the voice of Draco Malfoy. He had ignored her since his family's Christmas Ball, at which he called a truce for the rest of the year, but that didn't work. The only time he spoke to her now was for a few snide remarks and jinxing. Amera held her head down and walked faster, and tried to get to the class before Draco came past.

"Well, well, well…look who got herself all cleaned up!" said Draco snidely.

Amera said nothing and walked right past them. She didn't turn to glance at them, but when she tripped over nothing, landing hard on the stone and her bag sliding along the corridor, she looked back at Draco from the floor and shot him a nasty look.

"Tripping on thin air, Genesse?" said Draco returning the look and laughing.

The girl Amera knew as Pansy was clutching Draco's arm and laughing giddily, while two brutes behind him stood there stupidly.

"You three go ahead, I'll just teach miss Genesse here a little lesson…" He smiled at the three of them when they walked down the corridor and turned down a staircase, laughing loudly all the while.

"Are you OK?" Draco asked, his tone suddenly changed.

"Just bloody freaking brilliant thanks!" She shouted at him, pushing hard on the floor and standing up.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean…that wasn't…"

"Sure you didn't Draco. I was obviously so wrong about you, and so was your mother."

Draco looked shocked, and tried to say something nasty back, but he couldn't do it.

"You weren't wrong, it's just…I…"

"Trying to impress your girlfriend? I'm sure jewellery and candy would do a better job." said Amera dusting off her clothes and heading for her bag.

Draco grabbed Amera hard on the arm, stopping her dead in her tracks and making her turn around.

"I'm trying to explain something to you!" said Draco with a note of need in his voice.

"Then explain. I'm late for class."

Draco opened his mouth and closed again, but he kept a grip on Amera's arm.

"One question Draco, are you only like that around your friends, or were you only nice to me because your mother told you to be?"

Draco couldn't answer, and he couldn't explain either. He didn't want Amera to leave yet, he had so much to tell her.

"I have to go Draco." said Amera pulling her arm violently out of his grip.

She went for her bag again and only got about five feet away from him when he ran up to her and grabbed her arm again. Amera turned around and Draco immediately pulled her right up to him. He pulled her face right up to his and kissed her on the lips. Amera's eyes went wide and pulled out almost instantly.

"What are you…?"

Draco leant his forehead against Amera's and kissed her again, locking their lips tightly. Amera's eyes were still wide, looking at Draco in surprise. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even closer and tighter. Amera felt like she had to kiss him back, but she didn't want to…then she locked her arms around his neck and kissed him back, finally closing her eyes. She let one hand down and put it around Draco's back, holding him as tightly as he did her; and the other behind his head, pulling him into a deeper kiss. Draco's tongue slid into her mouth, and gently ventured around her mouth. Amera stuck one hand up the back of Draco's shirt, felling his warm skin on his toned back. Draco's hand caressed Amera's supple legs, and then ran his hand up under her shirt on her soft skin…

"Excuse me! What ARE you two doing here?"

Someone had just come around the corner and spotted them, by the sounds of it, it was a woman.

"Just because your girlfriend hasn't got such fantastic legs, doesn't mean you can touch mine!" Amera snapped suddenly, slapping Draco's hand away from her back.

"Please! You know that the only reason I did that is so that you could get some action for once!" Draco snapped back just as quickly.

"STOP IT NOW! Both of you!" Amera turned around to see Professor McGonagall looking at her sternly.

"Explain yourselves now!" said Professor McGonagall.

"I did nothing Professor, it was him!"

"What…I…"

"STOP! Fifteen points from Slytherin and Gryffindor. Hopefully next time you'll control yourself and save it for after school hours." Professor McGonagall looked down at Amera.

"Aren't you supposed to be at Demonology?"

"Yes ma'am…"

"Then off you go…" said McGonagall again.

Amera started off hurriedly, and picked up her bag, then turned back to look at Draco. He looked so innocent, standing there looking back at her. She smiled and carried on walking, turning into the next class for Demonology.