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Several hours later, Draco slumped into a library chair, incredibly exhausted. He would have liked nothing more than to lay his head down on the polished wooden table and sleep through his free period. But considering that at mid-day he had four inches of Potions homework, an review essay on Dementors, five rune translations, and a brand new spell to practice, that would be impossible. With a sigh, Draco took out a roll of parchment, his quill and ink, and a stack of heavy books from his knapsack. Dipping the green-feathered quill in ink, he started to work.         Since the Potions fiasco, Draco's day had only gone downhill. After Potions