I went to my desk and began working on the potion. “Cut? That’s impossible. Wait.” I tried pressing the knife down onto the sophophorus beans, and it worked. “Yes...” I muttered, pumping my fist slightly in the air.
I kept following my own terms until finally I was done. Harry had made a perfect potion too, but I was done first. “Well done Sara! It’s so perfect I dare say just one drop would kill us all! Here is your prize! Use it wisely!” Slughorn gave me the vial, and I beamed. Draco smirked.
When we came out of class, Draco pulled me into a Quidditch supplies closet and pinned me against the wall, smirking at me, his eyes filled with gratefulness. “Back left pocket.” I ordered.
He found the vial there.
“Were you just touching my butt, Malfoy?” I asked. “Oh, shut up, Sara.” He smirked. “But don’t you realize what this means? You can live. And we can have a future-“
“Just kiss me already, I’m getting impatient.” I rolled my eyes playfully. He kissed me, the soft hands pinning me to the wall moving down to my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I played around with his hair. “Don’t do that,” Draco murmured into the kiss. “Don’t talk.” I ordered, putting one hand on his cheek.
“Bloody hell!” Ron exclaimed. He was at the door. “You forgot to lock the door?” I asked Draco. “Yes.” He said quietly. “Everyone is going to know, thanks to us.” Fred and George chirped in unison.