Hermione was sitting in the library reading a book when she noticed someone sit down across from her.

"Hello."

She lifted up her tired eyes from her book and gazed longingly upon the handsome man in front of her.

"Hi." She managed to get out.

"You are Hermione, yes?"

"Umm, yeah. You're the exchange student from Beauxbaton aren't you?"

"Yes."

"So, do you umm, like it here?"

"It's not bad. I just have this feeling that no one likes me."

"Oh, now why would you think that?"

"I don't know, maybe just the fact that no one talks to me or if I try to have a conversation they just completely ignore me and walk away."

Hermione unconsciously grabbed his hand and started massaging it. It was extremely cold but she just ignored it.

"I'm sorry. But I wouldn't worry about it, sometimes it just takes a while for people to warm up to new people."

"I guess you're right. Anyway, I just came to ask you if you would like to take a walk with me after dinner."

"O umm, yes, I would love to. "

"Great. So, I meet you outside the great hall then?"

She nodded her head in a 'yes' and watched as he walked away. He seemed to move so effortlessly and so full of grace. So beautiful.

Harry was sitting in the common room thinking about what he had seen in the tunnel earlier that afternoon. 'God, why do I even like him anyway. I mean, it's Snape, no one likes Snape. I mean yes, he is devastatingly good looking and whenever he moves across the room of his class in that sensual, yet, proud manner, I get shivers down my spine. Shit, I felt that since about fourth year. But really, why do I like him? He doesn't have what you would call the best personality. But then, who would after what h\'s been through. And his eyes, you can see all that pain and torment, years of repression and constant agony, all reflected in his big, sad eyes. If only I could make him smile for once, I just know it would be gorgeous. But then, he would never want me. Why would he? When he hates me so!"

A single tear slid down his cheek.

"Hello Harry." Ron had sat down next to him, breaking his train of thought. He quickly wiped the tear away hoping he hadn't noticed. But he had. 'Damn Ron.'

"Harry, are you crying?"

"What! No! Of course not!!"

"Ok, sorry. It just looked as if..."

"It's nothing Ron! God, can I not just be alone for awhile!"

"Well I'm sorry to have disturbed you your highness! And I'm sorry for fucking caring!" Ron had gone completely red in the face with anger, the same red as his hair. Harry didn't realize how badly he had hurt Ron.

"Ron, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Oh fuck off!" Ron stormed out of the common room, leaving Harry alone to his painful thoughts. 'Great now Ron's mad with me! What next? "

Hermione met Louis outside the great hall and, hand in hand, walked down to the lake.

"It's beautiful out here." The wind was ripping through her small jacket and lifting through her soft hair. She noticed that Louis wasn't wearing a jacket, and had but a small black shirt. "Are you not cold?"

He looked deep into her eyes, as if he could see into her soul. "I'm always cold."

She felt a wave of pity rush through her. She pulled him close to her warm body, and felt for the first time in her life, truly happy.