Draco, for his part, was restraining himself from banging his head against the table in front of him. Or drink the inkwell. Or stabbing himself in the eye with the quill. It wasn’t normal for his own breathing to have quickened like that. It wasn’t normal for him to feel his pulse pounding in his fingertips, and his heart pumping so fast. Hermione Granger was only a few feet away from him. Changing her clothes. Proudly shameless — did Muggles have no sense of decency?