His hair was really far too long; she mused, and wondered if he would let her cut it for him. Draco shoved a fall of white-blonde hair out of his eyes as if he knew what she was thinking, and Hermione pondered whether she should attempt to lie to him just to make him drop the issue. Not that the chances of him believing her lie were high. It was strange, dealing with a Draco Malfoy that showed concern for her. Sometimes too much concern. If he showing any more concern he was going to be as bad as Harry. Hermione held in a chuckle; that wasn’t a bad idea, actually – nothing would shut Draco up quicker than being told he was acting like Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.