Hermione glanced up into Draco Malfoy’s glacial grey stare, piercing her with a look of haughty disinterest he smirked around the sugar quill he was sucking on. She felt the strangest prickling sensation cover her whole body in a wave like being doused in freezing water which she put down to being surprised at his sudden appearance in front of her, she frowned slightly into her hair musing it over. The strong scent of caramelised sugar wafted over to her from Malfoy's quill, she sniffed eagerly at the air, forgetting who was in front of her.