 Draco passed the next couple of days in a state of numbness. He was present in classes but not paying attention, he talked to his friends but didn’t really contribute to the conversations, he shared some time with Pansy, but she might as well have been any other girl in the world. All he could think about was the vanishing cabinet and how to make it work, and the only thing that could pull him out of his reverie was Hermione Granger. He spent an entire Potions class watching her work away on her potion and throw nasty glances over at Potter and Weasley. Once or twice their eyes met and it made him feel oddly warm that she also spared glances in his direction.