More Enchanting Than Magic - Harry Potter&Vocaloid

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The bell signaling the end of the final lesson rang, and the classroom immediately filled with activity. Students packed their textbooks and quills while discussing the magic they had learned that day. A few were already practicing the spells in the corridor, eager to put their new knowledge to use, bringing a lively atmosphere to the usually orderly halls of Hogwarts. Gakupo neatly placed his textbooks into his bag before turning toward Luka, who sat beside him. She was still organizing her notes, her long pink hair falling over her shoulders, with a few strands swaying gently as she moved. “Luka, do you still have anything left to pack?” “Almost done. Just give me a moment.” “There’s no rush.” Gakupo smiled faintly and reached over to pick up the quill that had slipped toward the edge of her desk, returning it to her pencil case. When Luka looked up and noticed what he had done, a warm smile appeared in her eyes, and she naturally moved a little closer to him. “You really do take such good care of me.” “Because I like taking care of you.” He answered so calmly that it sounded like the most ordinary thing in the world. Luka's cheeks immediately turned red, and the words she had been about to say caught in her throat. She gently tugged at his sleeve and muttered, “You can't keep saying things so directly every time…” “Then next time, I'll warn you first.” “Warn me about what?” “I'll tell you before I say something that will make you blush.” Luka froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. She lightly pushed his shoulder. “Gakupo, you're so sneaky.” “Thank you for the compliment.” They exchanged smiles, completely unaware that Harry and Draco had already finished packing their belongings at the other end of the classroom but had not yet left. Draco twirled her wand between her fingers and glanced at Harry, a confident smile curling at the corners of her lips. “Potter, you still haven't completely mastered the spell we practiced in class, have you?” Harry looked at her and made no attempt to deny it. “There are a few things I still need to practice.” “Hmph. I knew it.” Draco lifted her chin triumphantly, her long golden hair sliding over her shoulder. She had originally intended to leave immediately, but her gaze fell upon the practice equipment still arranged at the front of the classroom, and she suddenly changed her mind. “Since that's the case, let me show you what truly outstanding spellcasting looks like!” With that, she turned and walked toward the center of the classroom. Harry blinked, then looked at her with interest. “Are you going to practice some more?” “Of course! A truly excellent witch doesn't stop improving just because class is over.” Draco spoke with complete confidence. However, she secretly glanced at Harry to make sure he was watching her. Once she confirmed that his attention was indeed on her, the smile on her lips grew a little wider. She took her position, raised her wand, and recited the spell they had learned from their professor. In the next instant, a quill on the desk rose gracefully into the air. This was supposed to be one of the most basic exercises in class, but Draco did not stop there. She kept the quill suspended steadily, making it spin through the air while precisely controlling its height and direction. Then, she lifted several more quills, guiding them through the air in an intricate pattern before arranging them into an elegant circle. Her movements were fluid and composed, her wrist moving lightly with the tip of her wand. Not a single movement was wasted. Finally, all the quills descended simultaneously, landing neatly on the desk as though they had never left their original positions. The entire demonstration was even more polished than the professor's example during class. Draco lowered her wand and turned toward Harry with a triumphant expression. “Well? Are you scared now, Potter?” She was already prepared for Harry to look astonished. She had even thought of several ways to tease him afterward. However, Harry did not look frustrated or unwilling to admit defeat as she had expected. Instead, he simply looked at her with genuine admiration in his green eyes before smiling. “No, not at all. That's Malfoy for you. You're really amazing.” At that moment, Draco's triumphant expression suddenly froze. Her hand holding the wand stopped in midair, and every retort she had prepared vanished without a trace. That's Malfoy for you. You're really amazing. They were such simple compliments, without any elaborate embellishments. Yet because Harry said them so naturally, she found herself completely unable to respond. She had expected Harry to refuse to admit defeat, to insist that he could do just as well, or even to argue with her over who was the better wizard. She was used to bickering with him and to hiding her feelings behind her usual arrogant attitude. But instead, he had simply smiled and praised her. And when he looked at her, there was not the slightest hint of insincerity in his eyes. Draco felt her heartbeat suddenly fall out of rhythm. “What's wrong?” Harry asked, tilting his head in confusion. “Weren't you just so confident a moment ago?” “W-What's wrong with me?!” Draco snapped back to her senses, her cheeks already turning a noticeable shade of red. “I just find it surprising that you managed to say something so normal for once, Potter!” Harry couldn't help laughing. “Am I not allowed to compliment you?” “I-I never said that!” “Good, then.” Harry's answer remained perfectly straightforward. He even took a step closer and glanced at the neatly arranged quills on the desk. “Could you teach me how to control their movements like that? I want to learn how you did it.” Draco's cheeks turned even redder. Not only had he refused to back down in response to her challenge, but he had also admitted without hesitation that there were things he still needed to learn. Now he was even asking her for guidance. Harry's behavior left her usual air of superiority utterly useless. “...You're such a troublesome person, Potter.” She turned her face away, trying to hide her embarrassment behind her familiar tone. “If you want to learn, then stand properly and pay attention! I certainly won't slow down just because you're a clumsy Gryffindor.” “Sure. I'll leave it to you, Miss Malfoy.” Harry answered with a smile. There was not a trace of mockery in his voice, only a warmth that made her even more flustered. Draco silently took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure before raising her wand again and explaining the important details of the spell. Harry listened attentively, occasionally asking questions and attempting the movements according to her instructions. When he finally succeeded in making several quills float steadily through the air, Draco was the first to smile—not Harry himself. “See? As long as you practice the way I told you, you can do it after all.” Only after saying that did she realize how genuinely pleased she sounded. She hurriedly added, “Of course, this also proves that I'm an exceptionally good teacher!” Harry looked at her, his smile never fading. “Yeah. You're a really good teacher.” Draco froze again. This time, she completely forgot how to argue back. She could only turn around quickly and pretend to inspect the equipment on the desk, allowing her long golden hair to conceal her burning cheeks. At the other end of the classroom, Luka had witnessed the entire exchange. Leaning against Gakupo, she quietly moved closer to his ear and whispered, “Did you notice? Draco completely froze just now!” Gakupo followed her gaze and happened to see Draco standing with her back to Harry, trying desperately to hide her flushed face. Harry, meanwhile, remained beside her, completely unaware of what was happening, still earnestly asking her for advice about magic. The corners of Gakupo's lips lifted slightly. “It seems Harry knows how to make her happy. He just might not have realized it himself yet.” “But Harry was only giving her a sincere compliment,” Luka replied with an amused smile. “Sometimes, the most natural words are the ones that make your heart flutter the most.” “That's true.” Gakupo lowered his gaze toward her, his eyes gentle. “Just like when you told me you liked being taken care of. That made me happy, too.” Luka unexpectedly met his gaze, and the smile she had been wearing while watching Harry and Draco immediately turned shy. “Why do you always turn the conversation back to us…?” “Because I want to make you happy, too.” Gakupo said it as though it were the most natural thing in the world, then gently took her hand. Luka looked down at their joined hands and couldn't help returning his gentle squeeze, a smile she could no longer conceal appearing on her lips. “You already do.” The two of them looked toward the center of the classroom again. Draco had finally turned around and was continuing to instruct Harry, still reminding him not to make any foolish mistakes. Harry maintained his cheerful smile, occasionally asking her questions on purpose and provoking an irritated glare from her. Yet whenever he successfully cast the spell, Draco couldn't help showing a hint of satisfaction. Their way of interacting was different from Gakupo and Luka's. Gakupo and Luka shared a natural, gentle closeness. One was always willing to care for the other, while the other openly accepted that affection. Harry and Draco, however, drew closer through teasing and challenges. A single sincere compliment was enough to make Draco's heart race, yet she continued struggling to maintain her usual proud demeanor. Luka watched them, her eyes full of amusement. “I think they're really adorable.” “Mm.” Gakupo gently squeezed her fingers. “Especially when they clearly care about each other but still pretend nothing is happening.” “Are you talking about Draco?” “Perhaps.” “What about Harry?” Gakupo didn't answer immediately. He simply watched Harry praise Draco again with a smile, while Draco blushed but, this time, did not rush to argue with him. “I think he's slowly beginning to understand his own feelings, too.” Luka quietly watched them, then leaned gently against Gakupo's shoulder. The four of them had originally planned to pack their belongings and leave as soon as class ended. Yet thanks to a little magical demonstration, they had stayed in the classroom longer than expected. For Harry and Draco, this seemingly ordinary afternoon might one day become a memory worth looking back on. After all, some moments of heart-fluttering affection do not require grand confessions or carefully arranged romantic gestures. Sometimes, all it takes is a sincere smile and a compliment spoken from the heart to leave someone who is usually brimming with confidence utterly at a loss for words. And without either of them realizing it, two hearts that had yet to openly acknowledge their feelings had taken another small step toward each other.