"Elladora Vane ?" Hermione's eyes followed a girl, who exited through the door, students stumbling behind her. Hermione shut her book with a "slap" sound, tucking it in her bag, doing this without looking down. The younger girl looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Her eyes were wide and filled with what seemed like worry."Y-Yes ?" Hermione wouldn't have heard her small voice in the crowd of loud passing people if she hadn't come closer to her. "Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, Prefect of Gryffindor's house." She extended her hand, her smile warm but her eyes showed authority. Of course Elladora knew who Hermione was."I guess you already know my name." She shook Hermione's hand lightly, her damp palm showing nervousness. She looked around them and that made Hermione frown but once the girl turned to look at her again, her face became friendly and nice again. "Care for a stroll to library, I could use a hand ?" Hermione wasn't exactly asking. Moving past the girl knowing that she would follow. Indeed she did, her footsteps coming behind Hermione quickly, making her smirk. ~Draco already caught whispers around him about what happened, his almost calm reaction to it made Blaise wary. Ron didn't even get suspended from playing on the field that day, for Merlin's sake. Is there no justice in this world, or do they have to take care of everything, Blaise thought."Why is Weasley still standing with his limbs attached ?" His head was tilted sideways slightly but his face was natural. The fact that Draco was calmly putting on his gear before their Quidditch practice with Gryffindors was making Blaise's warning bells ring. "I already beat up Potter for putting his hands on Hermione." Draco finally spoke when they stood on the frozen ground, strapping his right glove on, making it tight. "I have to get creative, don't I ?" He sneered, humor missing from his tone. Blaise smirked, already sensing trouble for the red-head.Draco kicked off from the land on his broom, zooming a few laps around the pitch, cracking his head from one side to another. Blaise followed him closely behind but he wasn't as fast. The cold weather didn't bother them at all. The pitch was enchanted so they could still play during the winter, wouldn't be fun otherwise.Draco's face was so calm and collected it even un-nerved Ron Weasley himself, who was watching Draco fly past carefully. Flying steadily on his brand new broom, that Ron spent hundreds on, his eyes followed Draco around, knowing that he was up to something even if the named boy didn't bother to cast single glance at him. It was a friendly match, only practice of course, but since when do Slytherins and Gryffindors ever play nice ? Slytherins were winning by more than a couple points, thanks to Ron getting distracted every time Draco flew a little closer to him. It caused quite the disturbance, his teammates getting angrier with each point that Ron had lost.When Ginny started to yell at him down from the ground to get his head out of his arse and play, for fuck's sakes, he nodded dumbly, only managing to swallow hard. The glares form his teammates and mocking laughs from their enemies got his nerves worked up. He shook his head, wobbling a bit on his broom, when Blaise scored again. The bludger came too close to Ron's head that time, making him sharply sway. Sweat ran down from his forehead to his chin slowly, his heartbeat erratic. "Oh come on, Weasley, don't be a disappointment for your sister now." Blaise had time to look menacing and sneer at Ron, then he flew away, ignoring the "Sod off!" from the red-head.He wiped the sweat away, gulping the air like he was starved for it. Why was he so nervous ? His heart felt like it would explode right now. He managed to block a few hits, but one Slytherin girl could still get one point though, a cocky smile on her face making Ron angry even more."What's got you so worked up, Weasley ?" Ron almost twisted his neck when he turned his head sideways. He could recognize that voice anywhere. "Maybe you have something to be afraid of ?"