Pale, almost colorless grey eyes looked up from the Slytherin table as Hermione entered the Great Hall with a secret smile on her face. Draco whittled thin slices from his green apple, tracking her to the Gryffindor table with a satisfied smirk as she sat down to eat breakfast with Ginny and Neville. Never, in all her years attending Hogwarts, would she have predicted that she’d find herself involved with Draco Malfoy. 