"Christ, it's cold out there." You heard Draco mutter as he and his goons stomped into the pub. Hermione rolled her eyes but ignored it, wrenching your attention from them as she helped you with your work, Harry on her left, reading the papers, and Ron's tuft of red hair resting on the table as he snored. "See, in Charms, there are-" Hermione started, but cut off by Ron's loud groan. "Mione, keep it down, will you?" He whined weakly. "Go take your eyebags somewhere else, Ron." She countered, continuing on with her ramblings as she helped you understand a few things from your Charms and Potions class. From the back of the bar, you heard Draco, Crabbe and Goyle snickering as they glanced over at your messy quartet. With a scoff, you turned back to your work, sipping a small drink as Hermione gave you a worksheet and headed off to the bathroom. Your head was buried in your work, so much so that Draco was able to slide up into Hermione's chair beside you. "Boo." He snickered as you jerked.