Draco was standing in the doorway to Hermione’s chambers, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. For three years they had successfully remained hardly acquainted coworkers, keeping their conversations brief and focused on their students. Somehow, Draco had made the mistake of assigning an essay to his fourth year potions students with a forty inch minimum. And they’d all nearly made it to sixty. grades were due in two days, and he needed help.