It was a friged December night, one where you could see your breath in little puffs as you silently exhaled. The moon hung in the inky sky, a giant, silvery orb surrounded by a scattering of stars, glittering like diamonds.

A lone figure sat beside the frozen lake, wrapped tightly in her cloak and scarf, her long, curly hair flowing down her back like a waterfall. She stared out into the gloomy darkness of the Hogwarts grounds, numb and shivering but too lost in her thoughts to care anymore.

Suddenly, a noise sounded behind her, a soliatry twig snapping.

Jolted from her thoughts, the girl spun around, a startled gasp escaping from her cold, blue lips. Her honey eyes widened as Hermione Granger came face to face with the last person she would have ever expected.

Draco Malfoy

"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly.

"I could ask you the same thing." he pointed out.

"But I asked you first." she said turning back around.

"Point taken. I was looking for you. I saw you out here from a window." he said.

"Why were you looking for me?" she asked.

"We need to talk about our little situation." he said.

"Tell me, what exactly is our situation?" she said in a cold tone.