They worked in complete silence— save a few words passed about the potion itself— until the end of their detention. They wrapped up what they had, waiting for Slughorn to approve their work. This time, their potion had come out surprisingly better, its faint lingering scent wafting through the classroom and teasing Draco’s senses with the hint of old books and linen. It was not perfect by any means, but it was acceptable enough to Slughorn that they were excused. 