A/N: sorry, this one's short too.

Draco

Draco slumped into his chair. Was this lesson ever going to end? He had been disgusted at Dumbledore's choice of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, then he had met Weasleby in the hall, now he was stuck in the most boring class alive. Crabbe and Goyle were both sound asleep, slightly snoring and heavily drooling onto their desks; but this wasn't uncommon for them. In fact, the only class that Draco hadn't seen them sleeping was Potions.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you listening?" asked Binns.

"Oh yeah, yeah I've been listening. Are we almost finished here?" he boredly asked, earning a few snickers from the Slytherins for Professor Binns.

Binns only looked at him with empty, haunting eyes, "Next time, detention for you," he said, then droned on with his notes.

It seemed like an eternity before the bell rang, causing the whole class as one to jump to their feet and run for the door.

Draco felt himself grin; this was going to be the best ever.

"Hey Granger, are you lost?" he asked Hermione as he passed her.

"Shove it, Malfoy," she yelled back, glaring at him.

He smirked at her, hoping his timing was right that night.