Hermione had had some...interesting years at Hogwarts. Being friends with Harry brought more chaos than she (or anyone else) had been expecting. Still, Hermione wouldn't just leave him alone because their friendship was good most of the time.

Now they were in their Fourth year and Hermione was doing her best to keep up with her upcoming OWL's. It didn't help that they had Durmstrang and Beaubaxtons in the school for the Triwizard Tournament- which Harry had been dragged into somehow.

It ended up getting quite frustrating with how Harry and Ron were ignoring each other. The two boys seemed to think that Hermione would gladly be the connection between them when they couldn't be mature enough to talk to eachother.

It wasn't very easy to find a quiet place around Hogwarts, even the library was usually packed with students. Luckily, it was late Autumn so many people were staying inside. This gave Hermione a great place to stay outside.

She'd discovered a wonderfully large oak tree that gave her plenty of shade and silence. Hermione sorted out her books around her and let herself relax, bundled up in a scarf and coat against the harsh Scottish winds.

Everything was finally calm, until he walked by. Draco. The arrogant bully that made her life hell in more than one way. They hated each other, and yet her eyes lingered on his perfect form, blonde hair perfectly formed. It irked her off to no extent.

She let her gaze, subtly of course, follow his body. He walked along the shoreline of the Black lake- seemingly alone. Hermione watched as he glanced up and met her gaze. Then he was walking over with a smirk and Hermione didn't hesitate to shook him down. "Seriously, Malfoy? You really can't let anyone have a nice day, can you?"