Angrily she shoved her bag on the floor. "Alright." She stood, waiting for Draco to get up. That wicked grin was back and he rose to full height in front of her. His black suit was perfectly tailored. She had read that the Malfoys hadn’t lost their fortune after the war. But his father was serving a life sentence in Azkaban. Draco was staring at her with satisfaction. He had always been very competitive and for some reason, it felt like he was winning at a game she didn’t even understand.