A Helping Hand

1. Accio

“What’s happened, Granger, can’t reach it?” Draco sneered at the Gryffindor girl.

They were in the Library, near the Restricted Section. Barely anybody else was around, seeing as it was almost the en of the year and most students preferred to spend their lunch hour roaming the grounds outside. Not the two brightest students of the year, however.

Hermione was just having some trouble reaching a certain book when Draco happened to stumble across her. He couldn’t help but poke fun at her, of course.

“Not that it’s any of your business, Malfoy,” she retorted, frowning.

Draco didn’t answer, but instead pointed his wand at the shelf with something resembling a smile playing across his lips. “Accio, he whispered, and the desired book came flying into his hands.

“No need to thank me,” he said, handing the book to her and spinning around on his heel, leaving an open-mouthed Hermione staring at his back.

Had Draco Malfoy just been civil towards Hermione Granger? This just had to be the happening of the year.