She observed everyone from the tower, where almost everything was laid out on her palm but close enough to recognize familiar faces passing by and letting her clearly see their expressions. Hermione's icy stare focused on three students who stood near the fountain, hard to mistake who they were since two of them had familiar flaming red hair. Hermione knew both of her former friends were getting a lecture from Ginny since loud talking- yelling could be heard only from her. Judging from how Ron had his hands folded behind his back, shoulders tense, he wasn't happy as usual about having to listen to his sister. While Harry couldn't do anything more than look tired and embarrassed, his eyes searching for anything else but not Ginny's murderous glare.Knowing what happened just a few days ago, what they both did, made Hermione scowl at them even though they didn't know she stood above them, watching. Her hands itched to pull out her wand and kill them right there, right now. But the rational side of her brain just tried to calm down, knowing that she'd be doing a favor for them, even without them knowing it.Draco stood further back, not visible for anyone in the shadows, studying her further. Catching every little twitch of her nose, every hitch of her breathing. Admiring how the wind caressed her curls, exposing her face and neck. She wasn't shivering though, not when she had all this hate to burn her, dramatic isn't ?He knew what, or who, she was watching right now, just by the look on her face. Draco came closer slowly and stood beside her, their hands touching. Her fingers instantly held the tips of his cold ones. The contact made his skin heat up, just because she touched him, making him feel something twitch where his heart was supposed to be. This girl didn't know what power she had, what she could do to him, to everyone.Draco looked down too, his head tilted sideways as he judged the scene before him. It was a typical sight in front of him. Even up here, he could hear the anger in youngest Weasley's voice. He scowled at how scratchy it sounded in the winter air.