You were walking to your next class, which you were already late for, so you were the only one in the corridor. You were considering skipping, since it was just Charms, when something caught your eye. You stopped outside the library and poked your head in. Draco, the Slytherin Prince as you knew him, was asleep by a desk. His head was resting in a book, and his hair was matted with sweat. There were dozens of papers scattered around him, and a few books as well.