Meanwhile in Sixth Year Potions…
Hermione Granger glared at her Slytherin potions partner. “I am fully capable of .preparing these ingredients by myself, Malfoy!”
“I can tell from the Spleenwart you’ve just massacred,” Draco drawled, but his focus remained on cutting a new batch of the plant in perfectly even slices.
Hermione eyed her messy cutting board and frowned. Slapping the knife down, she stalked over to their boiling cauldron, her arm brushed against his as she stood next to him. The prat didn’t even attempt to hide that smirk of his. “Not one word.”