The day went by slowly, with Draco counting off the time to his detention. He barely took any notes during his classes, daydreaming about kissing his favourite Gryffindor. They shared only one class that day, and he spent the majority of it staring at Hermione’s hair falling in waves over her back. He wanted to snatch a place next to her, but he came too late to the classroom and had to take a place three rows behind her.