Perfect. Of course he was listening to her repeated complaints of Ron’s near-continuous blunders. Draco had enough source material to write the next great British novel. Hermione didn’t mean to confide in him so often, but Draco Malfoy took the art of conversation to Shakespearean levels. He consistently showed up to her classroom, or in the lounge within the professors’ wing, with some deliciously baked good. He’d attentively ask about her students, or for her advice on something he was working on. Always challenging her. Pushing her.