"I’ll do my best." She absolutely would be late again because she couldn’t resist the urge to continue to push him. It was an obsession at this point. Every time she found the tiniest little crack in his exposure, her subconscious would drive her to push and prod at it. She needed to see what actually lay underneath that pretty exterior. What kind of man had Draco Malfoy grown up into? She didn’t know yet, but she was committed to finding out. 