The words echoed around Draco's head the rest of the movie, late in the night as he stared at the vaulted ceilings above his bed. Who was this witch? A week ago Hermione Granger was a stubborn, know-it-all, thorn in his side that he'd love nothing more than to give a dose of reality to. Now though...his thoughts wandered back to the tiny curls falling out of her bun to the way her mouth would twitch with familiar lines in the film. Now, she was an entirely different witch. Or maybe she was the same as she'd always been, he'd just been too ticked off at her to notice.