Hypothetical Heart

“What if hypothetically—“

“You can’t do a hypothetical with that form of magic,” Draco argues immediately, and he can’t help the smile that curves his lips when Granger scowls at him.

She has possibly the most adorable scowl he’s ever seen. Her nose scrunches up like a rabbit sniffing in distaste, and her mouth purses, sour like a lemon, though he thinks she might taste sweet. He has to look away when she directs her fiery-brown eyes at him so she doesn’t notice the flush creeping up his neck.

Or: a hypothetical romance, but not.