Draco had a fantastic date and he seemed to be reliving it in his head, which made him a terrible conversationalist, so Blaise had ditched his friend with Crabbe and Goyel and was wandering the halls of the castle. It was almost the last week of the school year, if someone had told him that by the end of this year, Draco and Hemrione would have Potty and Weasel’s blessing he’d have told them to check into the magical maladies ward at St. Mungos. No one could have predicted that, no one could have even predicted Umbridge, Merlin! that woman was horrible. He had a scowl on his face as he thought of the toad and turned a corner. He was instantly met by a feather duster hitting his face