"Well, well, well," came the sneering familiar voice Hogwarts had grown to know and hate. Coming up from the distance, heading in the two lovebirds' direction, was a particular blonde headed boy and two rather large cronies.
That's right, Draco Malfoy, followed by the lumbering Crabbe and Goyle team, walked cockily toward Harry Potter and Mandy Brocklehurst. He had a smirk on his face, as though he'd been plotting the right moment to enter the scene. He walked till he was parallel with the two, about 20 feet away, and stood there, arms behind his back, posture straight, staring off into the lake. "Crabbe, Goyle, I hope we didn't ruin a moment..." then, with a mean laugh, added, "Oh, it's Potter, any moment he'd have he's more than likely ruined for himself." The cronies laughed.