Hoorah!

"Exactly my thinking," Spike said, a small smile curling on his lips. "There's no point wasting her time when there's probably a queue of firsties trailing out of the door after having bludger incidents in their first tryout." Firsties who most likely just needed some bruise paste, but ho-hum. He watched her expectantly, as she decided there wasn't anything worse. Phew. He nodded, knowing he'd been right all along. "You had ME worried there," he said lightly. Maybe she hadn't noticed his scar afterall.

Over the years, Spike had become quite the expert in injuries. Bites, burns, bruises, breaks...he'd had them all. And more often than not, he could now treat them himself. With most of his surfaces injuries that meant doing it the Muggle way, and leaving well alone.

His heart fluttered his she took his hand, and he squeezed it lightly. And as she agreed to his plan, he gave her a reassuring smile. "Off to the Common Room then, I guess?" he said, turning away from the path he'd previously suggested, and up towards the castle. He swung her arm lightly, feeling awkward as to what to do with it now.

This was new territory; he'd never held a girl's hand before.