She may not have recognized him at first, the usual stark contrast of black cloak and blonde hair had etched itself into her memory as Draco’s only form. This shirtless stranger whose public undressing had caught her attention - and whose subtly chiseled form had caught her off guard - was the bane of all her six years at Hogwarts. What else could Draco have been to her? He was her tormentor, with an irreverent need to remind her of her lowly place in wizarding society. She was best friend to his mortal enemy, and worst of all... muggleborn.