"It sounds like she’s positively horrid - hopefully you won’t have to deal with her much longer. I doubt she’ll last the school year," Draco nodded, and sipped his tea, "From what Minerva has said, I wouldn’t worry about her affecting your OWLs at least - it sounds like you and Harry have both really started to shine this year. Would you pour me a cup dear? One sugar, a splash of milk - I’m nearly done with these," Draco did as she asked, and by the time he had added the milk, she was sitting down heavily opposite him, "Ah, thank you dear," she accepted the mug from him, and took a sip, "Ah, that hits the spot," she placed the cup down, and pushed it to one side, folding her hands in front of her.  