The Perfect Gentleman

Scorpius Malfoy is like a walking Calvin Klein ad, but that glossy exterior is where the compliments end. I hate him. I would rather kiss a toad. Which is why, right now, as his hand sits perfectly on my waist, guiding me round the Great Hall, my heart is going 100 miles an hour and I feel like I'm floating. It's moments like this that I forget how much of a jerk he can be.