For the next hour they worked with minimal conversation then exchanged papers to look over each other’s work. Hermione silently noted how excellent his penmanship was. It looked like pearls on paper. He in turn silently sniffed her stationary, it smelt like patchouli from the baths. This revelation had Draco’s pants getting uncomfortably tight. When Hermione extended his sheets back to him he snatched it out of her hand so that he could get out of there. What happened next, would change his world...