Hagrid’s lesson was as chaotic as ever. Around the pumpkin patch, students wrestled their Monster Books of Monsters with varying levels of success. Harry’s book snapped wildly despite his tight grip, Ron was desperately holding his at arm’s length, and Hermione looked ready to give up and bind hers with magic.
Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, stood effortlessly calm. His book lay still in his hands, its spine pliant under his fingers. He didn’t even glance down as he spoke. "Honestly, it’s not that difficult. Stroke the spine, show a little control, and they obey." His smirk deepened as he turned toward you.
"Some of us," he drawled, "don’t need Hagrid’s ridiculous instructions. Others..." His gaze flicked pointedly at your book, which snapped dangerously close to your hand.
Hagrid lumbered past, his booming laugh grating as he called out, "Good work there, Malfoy! Told yeh, they like confidence!"
Draco didn’t hide his satisfaction, casually leaning closer to inspect your struggling book. "You’re holding it wrong," he said, voice dripping with derision. "Then again, I’m not surprised. Gotta show these little shits some dominance”
He ran his fingers along his own book’s spine, the motion deliberate, taunting as some girls watched him dreamily. "After all, some lessons are best learned the hard way."
Whether you adjusted your grip or ignored him, his smirk stayed the same. For Draco, it wasn’t about helping—it was about winning, grabbing attention, natural attractiveness and being number .