Page 101: Anteoculatia is a hex that causes the target to grow antlers or horns.

Draco had a spring in his step when he entered the building the next morning, and he was actually smiling – so much so that several heads turned incredulously in his direction. The only person who seemed unsurprised was his secretary, who had just laughed when Draco hummed A Cauldron Full of Hot Strong Love on his way into his office.

A few hours later, mind-numbingly bored with all his paperwork, majority of which he'd managed to salvage despite their rough treatment the previous day, he exited his office. Miss Macavoy watched him knowingly.

"Don't think you're going to escape from seeing the Minister again," she warned him. "You should probably go to his office already – he asked you to see him at eleven o'clock, and that's in five minutes."

"Of course, I'd nearly forgotten," Draco lied. There was no getting out of this – he was due a reprimand, and the Minister would hunt him down if he didn't come quietly. He sighed, walked over to the lift, and pressed the button that would lead him to Level One.

The doors slid open and he paced out into the hall. His mood improved considerably upon seeing a familiar man standing near the lift and chatting animatedly with Percy Weasley. It seemed that Draco wasn't the only one in a good mood. Harry hadn't noticed him yet, being too focused on getting his message across, and Draco decided to take advantage of that. He raised his wand and whispered "Anteoculatia."

A rush of red light hit Harry squarely in the back, and he stumbled forward. Weasley caught him before he fell over, and Draco only had a moment to register a pang of jealousy before Harry spun around and glared right at Draco, a pair of rather majestic antlers now coming out of the top of his head.

"Nice," Draco noted. "Really brings out your eyes."

Harry reached for his wand, and Draco dashed down the hallway and rounded the corner, only coming to a stop outside the Minister's office, where he knocked quickly and was admitted immediately. The door opened for him just as Harry came into sight, and Draco smirked at him before escaping to the safety of Minister Shacklebolt's office.

Not much had changed despite the new development in their relationship, Draco was pleased to know. He still very much wanted to spend his free time hexing Potter, and Potter still wanted to murder him each time after that.

But some things had changed, too. For example, perhaps Harry would be very, very cross with Draco's unrelenting hexes, and would punish Draco very, very severely when they met up for dinner later.

Oh, if he should be so lucky.

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