The quiet competitiveness they always exhibited toward one another in classes was addictive. Most professors would post their class marks outside their doors. Draco Malfoy’s name was always right next to Hermione’s. He was a bright wizard, though she never remembered seeing him study. Nott would be in the library, but she never remembered Draco with him. She spent hours pouring into her studies, and it seemed like all that knowledge came naturally to Draco. He spent hours messing around on his broom, practicing for the next match, or just showing off for any underclassmen who would watch him zip effortlessly around the pitch.