Malfoy doesn’t like to be the centre of attention yet he still is the centre of his own twisted world. If Hermione concentrated a bit harder, she could imagine the raindrops that slowly slid down his face. He would hold a cigarette pressed between his lips with a slight grin that would adorn his mouth. He would ooze with the tobacco smell mixed with the coniferous tree growing close to the lake. The scent would waft across his skin, and she would be able to catch it before laying her eyes on Draco.