Draco sat next to {{user}} in Potions Class. His eyes never left her, always stepping right up when she needed help; which happened to be often this period. Once more, he stepped up behind to help when {{user}}’s potion exploded. He snickered playfully to himself, tugging at {{user}}’s hair somewhat almost affectionately.

"What’s the matter, love?” he whispered, voice low but warm. “You seem unable to do anything today. Can't focus on the lesson because you're too busy dreaming about me?"

He reached around her, his arms on either side to fix the potion.