just for you (years 5-7)

chapter 23

draco sits next to me, staring intently at the golden cup in front of him. his eyebrows knit together, his tongue poking out of the side of his lips as he concentrates.

the goblet comes flying toward him, and his hand lifts quickly to catch it

"easy" he smirks, shrugging his shoulders and placing the goblet back on the table, "your turn, champion"

i roll my eyes at his nickname for me from fourth year, moving the goblet to the edge of the table in front of me.

i feel his eyes on me as i stare down the goblet, focusing my mind on the motion of it moving towards me, imagining it lifting from the table and into my hand. today's lesson in charms is wordless spells- and first, we're working on accio. i repeat the words in my head, the goblet ascends, and in a second, i'm clutching the cool metal in my hand

i smile, looking over at draco, "i definitely did that faster than you." i raise my eyebrow and he rolls his eyes, scoffing and pulling the cup from my hand, setting it back down on the table and trying again. i laugh at his reaction, resting my chin in my hand as i watch him stare down the cup just like last time.

a crash comes from across the room. i tear my eyes away from draco, seeing theo holding his forehead and cursing under his breath. pansy sits next to him, giggling and picking up their goblet from the floor.

"oi! nott! stop showing off!" draco sneers, yelling to him across the room. theo scrunches his face, glaring back at draco, but then pansy's hand comes to theo's shoulder, her other moving his hand lightly away from his forehead- inspecting his wound. theo's eyes flick back over and he smirks, before looking back at pansy

"who's gonna tell him that being a menace at charms isn't going to get him laid?" draco leans his head towards mine, whispering by my ear and chuckling at theo

"i don't think he's concerned with getting... laid" i grimace at the crude terminology, crossing my arms and continuing to lean sideways towards draco, talking quietly back to him, "i think he genuinely likes her"

"i think every guy is concerned with getting laid," he pauses, "except me of course, that's the last thing on my mind" he nods his head, a small, unconvincing smile on his face

i roll my eyes, letting out a small puff of a laugh before sitting straight again in my seat

"nott likes her too," draco says as he readjusts the goblet, which knocked over when he lost focus earlier. i raise my eyebrows at him, catching his eye as he looks back at me, "can't imagine why"

"i recall you being rather fond of her-"

he laughs under his breath, shaking his head

"what?"

"i don't think fond is the right word to use," his eyebrows thread together again, his tongue pokes back out as he stares back at the goblet

"what word would you use?" i lean back in my chair, directing my attention towards him

the goblet wobbles on the table

"i don't know," he says quietly, "but not fond. that's too... intimate"

the metal scrapes against the wood

"it entails affection, liking the other person," he clears his throat, "i always hated it"

the goblet flies into his hand

"so no, i wouldn't say i was fond of her. she and i were never like that"

he puts down the goblet in front of me, quirking an eyebrow, "fifteen seconds, y/l/n, beat that." a smirk comes back onto his face, washing away the confessions he just laid out. i smile back softly, clearing my throat and looking at the goblet