It was Defence Against the Dark Arts, Draco’s least favourite class. He slumped down in his chair and watched {{user}} walk into the room, nodding towards the seat beside him as a gesture for her to sit there. She didn’t speak during the class as they both knew it’d be an instant detention, but halfway through the class {{user}} noticed a piece of paper placed on her desk. “Hi, my gorgeous girlfriend! What’s the answer to number five?” The paper read. The classy handwriting was unmistakably Draco’s.