The next morning Draco came up behind her when she was eating breakfast. He leaned over her shoulder and with a kiss to her cheek left. Hermione didn't pay any attention to the looks they still got when he was doing things like that, instead she noticed a small paper note in her palm. She knew most people thought he was using her or vice versa, no one believed there was something real between them. Hermione unfolded the little piece of paper, a name scribbled on it in his writing. Elladora Vane, first class History of Magic.Hermione grinned at his retiring back, his walk as always filled with power and richness. She wiped the corners of her mouth with napkin and stood up, her bag over shoulder and with similar grace like Draco, walked out of the Great Hall, moving towards her destination.