"We apparently weren't as discreet as we thought we were. Your Gryffindor blundering must be infecting me; I am a disgrace to the Slytherin name. You know, if I had been sneaking around with another Slytherin, no one would ever have suspected a thing," Draco said, a smile playing about his lips as he leaned comfortably back on his pillows and drank Hermione in. This was when she was at her most gorgeous, he decided; when she was all angrily flushed cheeks and furiously sparking eyes, dark brows drawn together, radiating an air of utterly indignant affront.