I giggled and snuck into the Charms classroom. It was easier than I thought it would be, and kind of exciting. Draco was already in there, writing something on a large piece of parchment.

"Homework?" I asked, startling him.

"Oh, uh, yeah, for History of Magic."

"I'm already finished with mine," I gloated.

"Why am I not surprised?" He pushed it aside and sat on the table. "So, why is Hermione Granger, the nerdy-est teacher's pet I know, skipping class?"

"Well, I'm really sick. I'm sure if I stick my finger far enough down my throat, I'll throw up, so I'm obviously not fit for class."

"Okay, don't tell me," he smirked. "But why did you invite me? Wouldn't Potter or Weasel be more suitable companions?"

"Well, they would never let me live it down, so I thought; 'Hey, Draco's a Slytherin, he's probably skipped class before.'" Draco laughed.

"Of course, Slytherins have no regard for the rules, have they?" I shrugged. "Well, for your information, I have skipped class only once, and that was because we accidentally exploded our dormitory with blue powder, so I volunteered to clean it up."

"I never thought of you as the cleaning type, Draco," I teased.

"It was better than Defense Against the Dark Arts with that loon."

I laughed loudly and had to cover my mouth. "So it was this year? When?"

"A couple of weeks ago. Before we started . . . talking."

"Hanging out, you mean," I giggled, flicking his shoulder. He blushed a little, but smiled. "So, I've wanted to ask you . . . do you believe Harry?"

"About what?"

"You know, that Voldemort's back and he killed Cedric Diggory."

"Oh, yeah, I do. Can I tell you a secret?" he whispered. I nodded eagerly.

"He lives at my house."

"What? Voldemort? Oh my gosh! What's it like?"

"Creepy. I feel like he watches everything I do. And he's so . . . weird, like, he acts like everybody there is just best friends, and he's so happy to see everyone."

"Oh my gosh! How scary!" I'd never met He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but I'd always imagined him as this angry, conceited, power-hungry boss man. The thought of him being nice made me shudder.

"Yeah. Well. About those movies . . ." he said. I was glad the topic was changed. I squealed, excited.

"I got Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, and Beauty and the Beast! There are other Disney princess movies, but these are, like, the four main classic original ones. I'm so excited!"

"Princess movies? They're not gonna make me sick or anything, are they?" he looked a little reluctant.

"Well, the singing gets a little annoying . . ."

"There's singing?"

"Only a little bit! At least I'm not making you watch the sequels. Anyway, they're just . . . sweet." I smiled at him, but he rolled his eyes.

"Don't muggles have any movies that aren't about falling in love?"

"Let me think . . . NO! Well, I mean, I'm sure there are some, but most movies generally have some sort of romantic interest."

"Okay, are there any movies you think I would be more interested in?" I thought for a second. "Indiana Jones is okay. Star Wars is amazing, have to see it. You have to love Lord of the Rings, but I only have those on DVD."

"Okay, I don't know what that is, but can I invite Pansy?"

"Ew, no, she's mean!"

"So am I! Please!"

"If you have too . . ." we fell silent for a moment, listening as footsteps approached. "Filch!" I hissed.

We ducked behind the desk at a front of the room, but no one can hide from Mrs. Norris. I nearly jumped out of my skin when she came around the corner, her red eyes gleaming. I seriously thought she got some kind of sick thrill from getting students in trouble, even if she was just a cat.

I felt sick to my stomach. Getting in trouble was worse than getting low grades! I shivered violently when Filch's crackly old voice broke the silence.

"Anyone here, love?" I noticed Mrs. Norris and Draco staring at each other intently until she turned and left, along with Filch. We both let out the breath we had been holding.

"What was that? Are you and her in cahoots or something?" I whispered.

"I don't know what 'cahoots' means, but the Death Eaters have been teaching me wandless magic. I've been getting pretty good at it!" He smiled proudly.

"No way! Can you teach me?"

"I'll make you a deal. You tell my all about that phone of yours, and I'll teach you how to make animals do what you want. It's really hard, though. I mean, you're not going to be having Crookshanks bring you breakfast in bed any time soon."

I put my hand on my heart dramatically. "Aw, you know my cat's name?" He rolled his eyes. "Okay, deal. What do you want to know about my phone?"

"How does it work?"

To make a long story short, three hours later, Draco's knowledge of cell phones had tripled.

"Come on, teach me about wandless magic! What all can you do?" I asked eagerly.

"I can make things move a little. Making things spin is easiest. I can light little flames. I can also . . . control water and air, so to speak. Nothing serious, but I can make it get pretty windy. And I can make pretty big waves. Blaise made a little tornado once, just a little one."

"Okay, and the animals?"

"Mostly I can just make them go places. I made Mrs. Norris leave, and I've made your cat chase Pansy's pet rat a few times. That's all."

"Wow, I want to make a tornado!" I jumped up and down in my seat. "Why don't we learn this stuff at school?"

"Because, if you use a wand, and you do something illegal, the Ministry can take your wand away and you won't be able to do much magic anymore. They can control you, and wands are what have the Trace on them. So, being the son of a Death Eater, I need to be able to be out of control." He smirked again.

"Okay, so how do we start?"

"Let me think. What was the first thing you remember doing that was . . . magic."

"Well, I remember my cousin was picking on me once, and melted her Barbie doll. That wasn't the first, because my parents were talking about how I'd done stuff like it before, but it's the earliest I remember." Draco stifled a giggle.

"Okay, so try melting something." He took a small chocolate out of his pocket, unwrapped it, and set it on the table. "Melt that."

"How?"

"Just imagine it melting, concentrate on it, I don't really know how it works, it just does." Sure enough, after a few seconds of staring intently, the chocolate became a sticky river dripping off the end of the table.

I really don't know where I'm going with this. I just sort of started typing and "Unleashed my Imagination." So, too much dialogue? Not enough action? Not enough plot? Review!