"I can assure you; he is well aware." Hermione spun around. Draco was leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed. It seemed the only items he owned were well tailored suits and it was fine with her. His jacket was open and the top buttons of the white shirt were left undone and she could see the strong column of his throat. It really was unfair how handsome he was. A small smile lifted her lips and when he returned it, she blushed.