The little plot bunnies attacked meJ
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I shuffled out of the common room, towards the general direction of the library. Upon entering the large hall the overbearing odor of the dusty tomes immediately filled my nose. Over the years at Hogwarts I had come here when I was tired of fighting with 'Mione or Harry and I found the musty room quite comforting. I was sick and tired of hearing Hermione complain that me and Harry didn't pay enough attention to our studies. So I left her sitting on the floor with her mouth wide open, she looked like goldfish. I couldn't wait for her to leave for the holidays tomorrow. I love Hermione and all but she can get pretty bossy. Another thing is people just assume I love Hermione more than I do, I'm only thirteen for Christ sakes! I'm not ready for a serious relationship yet.
Arriving at the wide oak doors I peeked in to check where Ms. Pince was. Weasly's are generally not welcome at the library since Fred and George "accidentally" lit part of the restricted section on fire with one of their "experiments." Being as late as it was I didn't think anyone would be in the library, it was almost curfew by now. There was only one person reading by firelight near the back. I grabbed one of my favorite novels -yes I do know how to read! I'm not as stupid as people think I am.- and meandered back to the squishy, cozy dining table sized armchair in the far right corner.
"Weasly?" Oh great! I mentally groaned, of course the only person left in the library would be the Ferret.
"I didn't know you could read." I could tell he was baiting me, bloody hell! He needs a new target for his scorn, and if I wasn't so tired I probably- no definitely- would have taken it.
"What do you want Malfoy." My tone dead. He seemed almost surprised by my reaction. Or lack thereof.
"Are you going home to your weasel nest for the Holidays." His attitude less malicious than normal.
"No… And you?" I replied returning to my book. Feigning boredom.
"No. The manor, is uh- full for the season." Wait a minute, did Malfoy stay last year too? Ya, I think he did. What happened to the mommas boy, 'I'll tell my father on you!' Malfoy that I had grown accustomed to hating?
"Family problems?" last time I checked, he and I weren't friends so why was I treating him like a real person?
"Ya," He said, his voice resigned. "Ya has been for a while." He finished lamely.
"Wanna talk about it?" Finally sitting up to listen.
"Libraries closed boys!" So much for our heart to heart.
"Uh never mind I guess." He ran his hand through his once perfect hair, it must be a nervous habit. Red and green lights filled the air, not only Christmas colors but also a mix of Slytherin and Gryffindor. Before we drifted our separate ways I grabbed his arm.
"Merry Christmas Eve, Malfoy." A slight smile quirked his lips. Before he disappeared into the shadows.