His lips were intoxicatingly sweet. I felt like I was fifteen again, kissing my first boyfriend in the parc behind my school. Except this one knew how to do magic. I couldn't get it out of my brain, this whole thing. I still couldn't believe it was all true. It was probably one of the reasons I was drawn to him too. I mean, apart from him being sweet, funny and incredibly hot.

As his lips left mine and my eyes fluttered open, I couldn't help but ask more questions. "What does it feel like?" I caught his questioning look "magic, I mean." He laughed incredulously for a second "Wait, I'm kissing you, like real first kiss material and you're asking me about magic? True Ravenclaw." I frowned. "A true what now? If you're insulting me you might as well use vocabulary I understand." He suppressed a laugh "Not an insult. I would have called you a Gryffindor instead. These are two of the four houses you're sorted into at Hogwarts." I frowned, needing more information. "Sorted? Like, you take a quiz and they assign you to a house?". Draco shook his head before replying "Nah, the sorting hat does that. It's a talking hat. As soon as it touches your head it makes a decision on which house you should go to."

I stopped dead in my tracks once again, reaching for the nearest bench. "Sorry, I think I'm gonna have to sit for this one. You're telling me a talking hat reads your mind and says 'oooo, this one belongs to whateverclaw?" Draco hummed while sitting next to me, stretching his legs in front of him as he did. "Yeah, when you put it that way it sounds weird. But yeah, you can either be a Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin." I nodded "Right, Ravenclaw. And why do you think I'd have been in that house instead of the others?" I looked at him suspisciously, expecting a sly comeback.

He looked at me before stating like it was obvious "Ravenclaws are smart, love learning and are witty. I think that fits." I pondered his answer, expecting a 'but' to follow it. When I realised he was being honest, I shrugged. "Thanks, I guess. These are pretty nice qualities in my opinion." He gave me a small nod "Yeah, nothing beats a Slytherin though." I lifted an eyebrow at his answer "And let me guess, you're a Slytherin?" He agreed with a nod of his head. "Well you can Slytherin my bed anytime then." I was so, so proud of my joke and my heart felt like it shattered in a million pieces when I heard his reply "Chloé, it's adorable really but if I had a galleon for every time I'd heard this phrase I'd be a billionaire."

I pouted for a bit while he tried to get me to smile but suddenly turned back towards him. "Wait, do you have your own money too? Is that what a galleon is? Where do you even use this money?" He looked at me frowning, as if he was making the biggest decision of his life. "Actually, we're not too far off somewhere we'd use it. Wanna see?" My eyes grew wider -if that was even possible- before I stood up. "Is that even a question? Of course I wanna see!"