Draco heard low, familiar tones, and the coo of the maiden in the portrait before it swung open. "I didn’t think you would show," Draco said, glancing up from his thick tome. There was never a shortage of books with Granger around, all of Slytherin knowing better than to rest their drink or prop their feet up on one. Draco was still smarting over the bottle of firewhiskey that she'd taken from him after he’d left it near her open textbook, and roll of parchment paper.