By the time they were sitting down for their final exam, History of Magic, Harry, who had been mentally done with the exams before they had even started, had well and truly had enough. He barely made an effort with the exam paper, writing down only the answers that he didn’t have to put any effort into dredging up out of the depths of his brain. He spent most of his time glancing listlessly around the hall, his eyes more frequently than not finding Draco, who was sat two rows ahead of him to his left. He looked just as apathetic as Harry felt, though he at least was bothering to answer the questions on the paper in front of him.