It was a warm night during winter. Everyone was prepared for a good night sleep after the long day of examinations. Well, almost everyone. Young wizards inside Hogwarts didn't stop talking about how they did in the examinations.

Inside the Gryffindor common room were the trio Harry, Ron and Hermione. Harry and Ron were lying on the floor who just finished eating chocolate frogs while Hermione was sitting down on the couch, staring at the fireplace.

"Bloody hell, is it just me or Hermione's so speechless for the first time after exams?" Ron exclaimed with a laugh as he turned to Harry and then Hermione who looked a bit lost.

"Oi Hermione, stop being such a grumpy old woman, will you? Exams are over and you need to breathe," he shook his head and once again looked at Harry for agreement and as expected, Harry did.

Harry stood up and held Hermione's shoulder and sighed, "Hermione, you're the smartest witch in our year! Blimey, don't worry about it. Let's just have fun!"

Hermione gave them a weak smile and instead of a long whiny speech, she just said, "Of course, I'm not worried at all. How silly! Um, I'll go to sleep now, okay? I'm just a bit tired."

She stood up and headed upstairs but then she stopped and turned around, "Don't worry. I'm fine, it's just another headache. See you guys tomorrow, good night."

Confused as if they were looking at a person they never knew all their life, Harry and Ron looked at each other, expecting answers from each other.

"I have no idea, don't look at me like that Harry!" Ron stood up from the floor and frowned at Harry who was confused as him.

Meanwhile in the Gryffindor girls' common room, the girls were all sleeping tightly, each in their own little world of dreams. Only one lady was widely awake.

Hermione stood up in front of the humongous window, watching snow flakes fall. She had never been this lonely before, she had never expected something like this to happen.

As her forlorn eyes followed the snow flakes sway downwards, her eyes ended up gazing at someone under the huge tree whose eyes were also fixed on hers. She flinched and felt her heart slowly pounded in her chest.

Immediately, she thought of a reason why the young man who made her feel dejected was there as if waiting for her to notice his existence. Slowly, she saw the man's lips curl up into a warm smile. How extraordinary! She never thought that this young fellow could actually smile like that. As if her senses were thinking on their own, her lips smiled back at the young man. She knew right away that her cheeks were rosy pink.

"Draco Malfoy," she whispered under her breath and once again, as she expected, she felt the heart-pounding sensation. Draco, as if he heard what Hermione said, nodded with a warm smile and then suddenly made a gesture with his hand which Hermione thought he wanted her to come where he was.

Instantaneously, she looked around the common room to check if someone was still awake. Good news to her, no one seemed to be bothered knowing what she was up to as they were dreaming of their own adventures.

At a snail's pace, she walked down the isle and then to the staircases and so on.