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"Has anyone seen Granger?"

"Merlin's dick, Draco, no. We just left the same class as you. We haven't bloody seen her," Blaise snapped irritably.

Draco glowered at him, but Blaise ignored it.

"Well I thought one of you might have seen her before, you arse. It's not like that bushy haired know-it-all to miss class," Draco retorted, a pink tinge appearing in both cheeks.

"Well, it's not as if she missed much, with Professor Vector dismissing us twenty minutes in. Hopefully she's feeling better by next lesson; I need to take more notes if I'm going to pass the NEWTS," Daphne said, taking a seat at the table next to the girls dormitories, spreading her books and notes around her.

"Who needs to worry about taking boring notes when you can just swipe them off someone else?" Pansy asked slyly.

Daphne looked up from her work to stare at the empty space next to her for a few moments before shaking her head, resuming her writing.

"Why even bother taking the Advanced class if you're too lazy to do the work, Parkinson?" Blaise asked, uncaring of her nasty glare.

"Not all of us enjoy studying all the time like that Mudblood Granger…"

"Don't call her that," Draco and Daphne commanded at the same time. Pansy seemed taken aback.

"You shouldn't talk like that about someone who's treated you so well after the war. She even offered to let you read off her notes yesterday in class because you didn't think to bring your own," Daphne said, eyeing Pansy cooly.

"Granger may be a know it all, but at least she shows up and does her own work, Parkinson. Speaking of, whose notes were you talking about swiping?" Draco asked with an icy stare. Pansy shifted uncomfortably and said nothing.

"Parkinson, I heard Granger asking if anyone had seen her notebook after class yesterday. If you've got it, give it to me now," he said, and though he didn't raise his voice or his wand, the threat in his words was clear.

Pansy strode to the girls dormitories with a furious huff. Again, as she swept by Daphne glanced next to her with a slight frown. After a moment she stood up, collected her things and headed for the door, opening it and turning around.

"On second thought, I believe I'll study in the library. I don't want Parkinson sulking and distracting me," she spoke as she held the door open before disappearing through it.

Pansy came back up the stairs and fairly flung a notebook at Draco before dropping down to a couch with a ferocious scowl on her face.

"Thank you for your cooperation," Draco said smoothly before turning to Blaise.

"Walk with me, Blaise. I have something to discuss with you." Blaise let out a long suffering sigh as he strode to the portrait door with Draco.

"Tell me, how would you best go about complimenting someone if they assumed you were attempting to insult them?"