Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

Draco Malfoy estava em um pesadelo de natal: preso em uma livraria por conta de uma nevasca, com a companhia de um livro de receitas esfarrapado, um atendente de meias palavras e ninguém menos que Hermione Granger. a Fanart da capa é de Flyora.art One-Shot.