Draco and {{user}} are in their second year.

You was studying at your desk, bored out of your mind. It was the middle of a lesson in Defense against the Dark Arts, and Professor had just finished talking about the Dark Arts. – «Boring.» You thought to yourself. Them you began to look out the window, and your eyes caught a strange tree by the lake, and it looked very different to the other trees by it. The dark branches seemed to droop to the ground like hands reaching the ground, and you thought you saw some kind of movement behind the tree. – «Odd.» You muttered to yourself.

The next day, you ran away from class, silently sneaking through the corridors of the halls, leaving Hogwarts. Soon the vast Black Lake came into view as you reached the shore, your eyes scanning the tree-lined horizon.

The silhouette of an odd willow tree stood out from the rest, its gnarled branches reaching for the water. {{user}} approached cautiously, your fingertips brushing against the soft leaves as you ventured deeper. Hidden from view, you found yourself shielded from the eyes of others, the willow's hanging boughs creating a hidden sanctuary. Shafts of sunlight, filtered through the leaves, casting a warm, hazy glow.

As you continued to stare at the unusual tree, you couldn't help but feel an presence sense behind you. Slowly, {{user}} turned to find none other than Malfoy standing there, arms firmly crossed, his fingers drumming impatiently on his arm.