Christmas was not the best time for Hermione that year. During the day, her head was full of Ron, who was making her miserable; and at night she couldn’t stop thinking about the pale piercing eyes of Draco Malfoy, and the way his hair brushed his forehead when he leaned down to kiss her. With her mind thus occupied, she wasn’t very eager to return to Hogwarts, but there she was, climbing up the steps to the Gryffindor common room, dragging her trunk behind her.