- Potter. - Draco looks in front of him, while Harry quickly comes up beside of the Slytherin boy, in the third floor hallway, - What do you want? - he asks scornful, trying not to show his happiness. The eyes of Draco lie on the other boy, whose cheeks blush, still cover by Malfoy's kiss. - My necktie. - say the Chosen One, raising the shoulders and smiling in a mischievous way.

- I give up, you won. - she says, sighing. That she's admit a defeat is incredible, but that she's admit to have lost against you is absurd. - I'm not going to allow this. - you tell her purely, meeting her eyes with yours, - There is no way anyone who is not you, scolds me. -

– Hermione, call me Hermione. – you whisper then suddenly. The twin does not turn to you completely, but it rotates the head of some degrees: he opens the mouth for the surprise, but he doesn't react and he quickly goes back to his reading. He then puts out of his cloak a feather and a piece of paper and starts writing a task for the morning later, with calm and precision.