Draco made a point of looking his best when he got ready for detention. He wore a perfectly tailored black, pinstriped suit that had the long tails and lines that made it far more appropriate as wizarding fashion. His hair was perfectly styled and his shoes were brightly shined.
Sure to arrive right on time, hoping to make Hermione wait, he discovered that she was not there and only McGonagall was waiting for him. After a sever tongue lashing about his miserable performance last time, Draco had to fight from rolling his eyes.
Did the old bat ever shut the bloody hell up?
Banished to the closet, Draco found Hermione already there. Stepping inside, he leaned against the wall nonchalantly. "Hard at work already, Granger?" he snarled.