Author's Note: Hey guys, this is a first time I am writing a Draco and Hermione fiction. I've just been obsessed with this pair for a while now. There will be errors, so sorry about that. (I don't have an editor). I'm excited about writing this story. So please leave a comment! This story is completely AU. This story will be updated frequently, so no worries. I figured one chapter wouldn't be enough, so I'll be posting two chapters at once. ENJOY~

Rating: R / Mature (There is violence, torture, and sexual scenes).

Chapter One

I was late. Way to go on the start of the month. I could already sense bad luck heading my way as I rushed through the glass doors, putting my badge under the scanner and clocking in. It was chilly this morning in the beginning of October. The leaves were starting to transition and all the décor inside the library had bats, pumpkins, and pictures of kids who drew their sense on what fall was like. I took a minute to breathe and inhaled the scent of pumpkin spice candles and the rusty smell of books. I sighed in contentment, no longer worried about the rest of my day.

"Hermione, it's not like you to be late."

I turned to see McGonagall heading my way with a cup of coffee in her hands. She smiled briefly and handed me the mug before sitting at her desk by the entrance. Even though she was old enough to be my grandmother, we were good friends. We met when she interviewed me for my position as a Librarian. I had just graduated with a masters in Library Science and was eager to apply at the library down the street from where I grew up. It was the most popular library in town and always maxed its number of students. It's been a dream of mine to work here since I started college. I smiled back in greeting and went to sit down at my desk across from hers.

"I'm sorry, had a rough night." I replied, drinking the rich flavor of freshly brewed coffee.

McGonagall nodded in understanding, "It's quite alright I was just worried, you've always been on time since you started."

I know.

"I'm okay, just a bit of insomnia lately." I chuckled.

McGonagall laughed in return, shaking her head, "I know what that's like."

I nodded and started on my work for the day. Two hours later, I finished updating the library homepage and headed to the storage room. As I entered, I grabbed the list that sat on the desk to the right of the metal doors. The list was two pages long. As I read, I estimated the time it was going to take to finish the task. The books I had to put on the shelves were scattered in different sections but nonetheless on the same floor. I would say about an hour the most. I frowned, there should be more books than this. McGonagall and I ordered way more than two boxes. Maybe they were still in delivery. Nodding in agreement to myself, I headed to the cardboard boxes. Grabbing a library cart, I opened the boxes and started stacking the books on the shelves in sectional order.

"Morning Hermione," a soft hoarse voice replied.

I looked up and saw Ron shrug off his jacket as he smiled at me. Ron was a good friend of mine since High school. We were inseparable until our years in college when Ron had confessed. It put a strain on our relationship ever since except Ron tends to think it never happened. Nevertheless, we are still close even if he still tries to become more.

"Hey Ron," I replied, noticing his wet attire, "Is it raining?"

"Yea, it was pretty windy earlier and now it's a downpour." Ron shrugged, walking past her as his wet shoes noisily made squelching sounds. I winced, the sound now forming a minor headache.

Ron looked down at the boxes before me and then at the list in my hands. "I never got to finish the list last night," Ron said, shaking his wet hair like a dog, "But there's more than just those two boxes."

I sighed in relief. I knew there should've been more.

"Are you mad?" Ron asked.

I shook my head. "Can you let me know when you're down with the rest?"

Ron hesitantly nodded. "Ah, okay."

I began to push the cart towards the doors but Ron blocked my path. I widened my eyes in slight surprise and curiosity. Did he want something? His blue eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?"

I dramatically rolled my eyes, making sure he saw my reaction. "Really?"

Ron shrugged. "Just making sure, you looked like you didn't want to be bothered."

"That's not it, just trying to get things done. I'm feeling a bit restless today." I replied, pushing the cart closer towards him hoping he gets the message.

Ron moved to the side and nodded, letting me leave the room. Leave it to Ron to always interpret things as something else. I walked towards the elevator and read the list once more. The books belonged on the second floor. That's where the teachers usually held their lectures when visiting and where the college students mostly studied. I usually avoided the second floor since it was the loudest. Walking out of the elevator, I started with the first shelf, putting back books and organizing them in order. As I continued, I noticed there was multiple books disorganized and placed messily inside the shelves. I walked to the end of the aisle to glance at the desk. It looks like the librarian who attended this floor was busy helping students with their computer issues. Walking back to my cart, I grabbed all the books from the shelves that were placed wrong and fixed them each neatly. As I finished, I started my project, going to each row and fixing them along the way as I spotted more.

"Did you see the new updated chapter?" I heard a girl giggle.

I walked around the bookshelf, and checked my watch. It was now noon, almost time for my lunch break. My stomach grumbled, the thought of food bringing more hunger pains. I frowned, next time I wasn't going to skip breakfast. The coffee I was given only sated it for a couple hours.

A higher pitched voice responded to her friend, "Yes! I was waiting for you to bring it up, did you see how hot Draco looked when he ripped his shirt off?"

There was multiple giggles and snickers before the group of friends continued their conversation. "His body is to die for, I'm so jealous a person like that can't be realistic."

I dragged the library cart, it wheels squeaking along the carpet. In my peripheral vision, I could see the teenage group glance my way and start whispering as they went on. Good. I did not want to hear more about this character in some story they were reading and how attractive he was.

"I feel bad for Harry, don't you?"

"Yea, he thought he found Draco's hiding spot but was set up."

"I hope the author doesn't kill Harry off, I'm going to be so pissed."

"Harry? Don't you mean Draco? He is the antagonist in the comic."

Now I was intrigued. I looked slightly to my left and watched as the girls continued their rant.

The brunette shook her head, "I don't care what happens to Draco, I'm routing for Harry all the way."

The girl with red glasses and blonde hair look shocked, "You did not just say that."

Now it was turning into an argument, all of them getting louder and going back and forth on who was their favorite and why. Looks like I have to break them up.

"Girls, please keep it down, this is a study area." I spoke up as I walked towards their table.

They all looked at me with apologetic eyes and changed the subject. I was a bit disappointed since I didn't get to catch the name of this comic they talked about. Maybe on my lunch break I can search it on my phone. I looked at the cart and there was a couple books left. I glanced at my watch once more and it was now an hour past noon. Quickly putting them away, I took the cart back to the storage room, glad to find it empty. Walking back to my desk, I saw McGonagall putting on her coat. She looked up at my appearance and smiled. "There you are, I was wondering where you went to."

"Second floor sorting books." I shrug and grabbed my badge, clocking out for lunch.

McGonagall nodded. "I was going to the café down the street, want to join me?"

I looked out the window, the rain had stopped. Grabbing my jacket and scarf, I walked out the doors alongside her. I made a mental note to find out what the name of this comic was after lunch.