Late one evening, she was wandering up to the Owlery, returning her father's most recent letter (which had been scribbled onto the back a piece of a cereal box). She began the ascent, her toes still dirty from earlier in the day, slightly chilly because she had forgotten her sweater in Transfiguration class.
She turned the corner, and there was Draco, checking that the doors to the classrooms were adequately locked. She continued forward, planning on just floating past him undetected, but he saw her and stood up sharply.
"Lovegood." He said, more of a statement than a greeting.
"Hello, Draco," she said, smiling slightly.
He seemed wary of that, an undeserved and unsolicited smile from someone who should dislike him.
"It's past hours," he said, but the warning fell flat. He seemed knocked slightly off balance.
"I was just going up to send a letter," she responded softly.
He should have taken points off. As Head Boy, and as a Slytherin, there was no question that points should be deducted from a wandering Ravenclaw. But he didn't, he didn't even reprimand her, he just turned and began to walk away, as though something had startled him.
She watched him as he went back the way she had come from. But he stopped suddenly, though he didn't turn to face her.
"Lovegood—" he began, but he halted.
"Yes?" she said, her voice floating through the air.
He cleared his throat. She waited.
"Do you—do you still count clouds?" he asked, his voice laden with something, as if his question was more than a slightly odd inquiry, as though there were something very meaningful at stake if she answered incorrectly.
She tilted her head.
"Yes… and I also think of you when I walk through fog," she said quietly, seriously.
He nodded, and though she couldn't see his face, she knew it was stoic as ever.
He strode off down the hallway.