Draco wouldn't admit it, but there was one thing about the muggle world he loved. Uncomfortably tugging at the hem of his shirt, Draco pushed open the big double doors and stepped into the library, it was one of the largest in England and somehow he found himself lost in the millions of books that were displayed before him. The library seemed to engulf him in a unique and exquisite feeling, the cherry wood bookshelves and the low pulsing light of the lanterns around him seemed to illuminate the shelves with a honey color, it was an old fashioned library with shelves reaching to the top of the ceiling. The Hogwarts library was still the most glorious, but this would be the second. Walking down row after row of books, Draco walked to the back of the library, it somehow got older as he progressed down the blood red carpet, it was as if he was going through time.
Draco reached his favourite part of the library, it was not all the way at the very back, but it was well enough away from the entrance that no one was around. Two comfy armchairs were positioned in a special carved out section of the shelf that seemed to have been made specifically for the placement of those two chairs. Humming a tune that Draco had long forgotten the name for, he ran his pale hands along the delicate spines of the book, memorizing the way the rough leather felt against his fingertips and the sheen of the golden titles. To Kill a Mockingbird, Wuthering Heights, Romeo and Juliet, A Tale of Two Cities, Emma, The Odyssey and Of Mice and Men, Draco had not read all of these titles, but he was sneaking out of his house to come here and complete them. Smiling slightly to himself, Draco took down Romeo and Juliet and sat down, positioning himself comfortably, he set back to enjoy the adventures he hoped this book would take him on.
Draco was only a few pages into this book he had chosen of the shelf by random selection, but he was already slightly regretting it. When Draco was younger he had heard someone say how Romeo and Juliet was a priceless love story; however, this tale seemed to be largely impractical. Romeo giving up so easily on his supposed love for Rosaline, however, much Romeo was infatuated at first glance by Juliet, was highly unlikely. Aside from that point, was not loving someone back really such a cruelty as Romeo stated it. Blond strands of hair fell over Draco's eyes as he shook his head slightly, he would not be able to put down this book even if he found it to be the most treacherous thing he had read in his life. Gently putting the stray wisps of hair behind his ears, Draco continued on reading.