He spotted her even before he entered the library. It was like an instinct. As if it was not his decision anymore, but he for some reason knew where to look to find her. She was standing by the bookshelf, trying to reach for something from the furthest shelf. Draco bit on his lower lips, suppressing a smile that begged to crawl to his lips. The last reminder of the sunlight fell over her body, consuming it in its dying light.