Draco watched with reluctant interest as the crazy curls stormed into the great hall that morning. She was late, very late in fact, which wasn’t like her. She grabbed a slice of toast and a mug of tea sitting down next to the Weasley girl, all the while muttering to herself and shaking her head. What was going on there then? He went back to eating his porridge trying not to pay too much attention to her when Blaise nudged him with his elbow.