When Draco came into view it was like her world froze in place. Surely there was a time turner at work here, pausing the sands between its glass so she could enjoy this moment for an eternity. Silver eyes glinted beneath his lashes and that trademark smirk was nowhere to be seen. Instead a smile so wide that Hermione's dad mentioned - Draco's wonderful teeth as they walked - could be seen from her bond. His hands rested together behind his back and his black robes hung snuggly from his shoulders, draping him in shadows. He looked like the devil, waiting patiently for his next meal before he devoured her piece by piece. Hermione hummed in wonder and picked up her pace. If he was the devil then she was certainly an angel, dressed in white and surrounded by a halo of honey brown hair.