The scent of old books and leather overwhelmed her as Draco stepped away quickly to ward the room. Turning to watch him cast, she could feel some of her magic drain as he spelled the door. She hadn’t paid him much attention in classes, but she realized now that he was glorious. She could feel a weight drop in her chest as she watched him flourish his wand, the multicolor sparks flying across the doorway. He finished, turning to face her, pushing his hair from his eyes, as his face shone with the effort of his magic. He smirked at her and she schooled her expression into one of haughty indifference, turning to face the rows of books behind her. 