Disclaimer- i really truly don't own Harry Potter and all the lovely goodness that JKR created... Waaaaa There was only one more week before Hermione had to take the train back to Hogwarts and she was going to spend every minute she had in her favorite place, the library. As usual Hermione paid absolutely no attention to her surroundings only focusing on the "How to play Soccer for Dummies" book in front of her. Hermione couldn't wait to tell Harry about Muggle sports. After reading and rereading, and taking detailed notes, she made her way up to the librarian. Hermione didn't want to wake the elderly librarian but she couldn't help her desire for more books. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you had any other books on soccer."
"Hmm, yes I believe we do there are some very good reference books in the last aisle on the top three shelves. But mind dearie they may be a bit, well dusty." Hermione thanked the librarian and walked down the many aisles until she reached the last one.
Looking up she saw the top three shelves were way too high for her, even if she stood on her tip toes. Muttering under her breath, "damn it, how in Merlin's beard do they expect anyone to reach those shelves without so much as a stepping stool?!"
After quickly looking around her to make sure nobody saw what she was about to do, Hermione started climbing the shelves. Praying the shelves wouldn't crumble under her weight and that nobody would catch her climbing, she ascended to the top shelf. After a few minutes of searching she found the one she was looking for, "The Ultimate Guide to Sports and Beyond".
"There you are," and just as she leaned over to pull the book out she inhaled some dust and promptly began to choke. She suddenly found herself lose the little balance she had and fell backwards.
Expecting to hit the marble floor she squeezed her eyes shut, only to find herself settled against someone's strong arms. Hermione swiftly turned around to thank her savior, "thank you so much, it was an accident really. I just couldn't reach this book and there was no one around…" Hermione stopped abruptly taking in the long blonde almost white hair and the trademark smirk his face held.
"Malfoy," she whispered in a scared yet defiant voice. Hermione began to back away trying to put as much distance between their bodies. Lucius followed her until she was backed up against the bookcase and he was less than a foot in front of her. "Well, well if it isn't the little know it all mudblood. It appears that you don't even need Potter to fall into trouble," he commented dryly. Hermione refused to let him intimidate her in one of the few places she considered safe.
"What do you want?" Lucius stepped closer enjoying the fear he was inducing in the girl, and put his arms on either side of her, trapping her against the shelf. Hermione tried to move desperate to get away from the death eater but to no avail, she was stuck.
"You know I only wished to speak with you, you needn't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid of you!" Hermione couldn't help a small tremor escape in her voice.
"Really?' Lucius leaned his whole body into hers forcing her to let out a small squeak of surprise, but Hermione refused to lower her gaze from his. Smirking, "ah yes that Gryffindor bravery." Lucius pulled away quickly giving the stunned Hermione room to move again. "As fascinating as this has been, I'm afraid I have business to attend to. When we meet again we shall resume this… conversation. Good evening." And with a pop he was gone. Hermione still frozen to the bookshelf shook herself and tried her best to ignore the uneasy sensation he left her with.