Neville winced. “I – I won't be any good at that sort of thing.”
“You spent most of school acting like you weren't any good at magic, but your problem was uncontrolled power,” said Draco. His voice went softly sleazy as he continued. “I bet you'll be good with controlled power.”
“Okay. Er. Kneel.”
Draco did. Simply folded to his knees right there, wordless. Looking up with dark eyes. Neville swallowed. “Incarcerous.”
Draco gasped as his wrists were tied behind his back, but he didn't struggle. He licked his lips. “Told you so.”
“You spent most of school acting like you weren't any good at magic, but your problem was uncontrolled power,” said Draco. His voice went softly sleazy as he continued. “I bet you'll be good with controlled power.”
“Okay. Er. Kneel.”
Draco did. Simply folded to his knees right there, wordless. Looking up with dark eyes. Neville swallowed. “Incarcerous.”
Draco gasped as his wrists were tied behind his back, but he didn't struggle. He licked his lips. “Told you so.”
Neville smiled down. “That's 'told you so, sir.'”