She threw her hair over one shoulder and knelt down on her knees, groaning at the site of blackened pages and a broken ink bottle. “Well, well, well.” Hermione snapped up, face turning to a scowl. She remembered that “Well, well, well,” very clearly. Malfoy. ~~~ Hermione placed a hand to her lips, glanced this way and that, speaking after a moment. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Draco turned his head, looking up and down the corri