Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic. It moves point of view but will hopefully be very clear all the same. Thanks to whytejigsaw for helping me with the beta.

Madame Pince only allowed one Hogwarts student to enter the stacks, one student ever: Hermione Granger. Madame Pince wasn't prone to displays of affection, or affection at all really, at least not for humans but Miss Granger held books in almost the same regard Pince herself did. She was reverent and kind to them and what's more she was Muggle-born. Unlike the other students she understood that someone had to get the books, sort the books, replace the books and even more surprisingly she had realised it was house-elves. It was two years ago now that Miss Granger had approached and asked to re-shelve her own books. She spoke with passion about S.P.E.W and how little there was that she could do to lighten the elf work load but she could do this. Pince had agreed, thinking to herself that Miss Granger would make a fine librarian herself some day and where better to apprentice than Hogwarts' own library.

This is how Hermione Granger came to be in Muggle literature stacks after curfew early in her sixth year. She was in no humour to return to the common room where Ron and Lavender would be expressing themselves all over the couches. She was deliberately taking her time re-shelving the library copy of Jane Eyre, dawdling amongst these unloved muggle books while she tried not to think about why Mrs Rochester had suddenly changed appearance to look like an older Lavender on this her fifth time reading the book. Hermione stopped abruptly as she walked into a warm space in the air, a warm space that smelled amazing. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Warmth and a tingling feeling spread through her, subtly exciting her. She sighed with contentment. A terrible thought occurred to her. Was Ron here under the cloak? Had he seen her smell him and sigh? She stepped back and her eyes opened wide.

'Ron?' she asked quietly, although she simply couldn't imagine what he would be doing using the invisibility cloak to get into the Muggle Stacks.

There was no answer and in a clumsy effort to cover up that she knew exactly who she had smelled she added

'Harry?'

Still nothing. Her own breathing seemed deafening and her pulse was running away with itself but she listened for breathing. Nothing. The silence of the books was absolute. She waved her arms through the space in front of her, brandishing Jane Eyre as a possible weapon. Her arms met no resistance, the space was empty. She stepped forward again and the same sensations washed over her. Another step and she was out, back in the chilly stacks. She took several experimental steps into and out of the spot. It was consistent every time.

Hermione shook her head, trying to resolve an inner struggle as to what happened next. She thought about the sight awaiting her in the common room, she looked down to Jane Eyre and seemed to make up her mind. She breathed out and stepped forward into the spot. She placed her feet consciously in second position, years of childhood ballet lessons coming home to calm and strengthen her. She straightened her shoulders and raised her head, eyes lightly closed. She had decided to enjoy this. Giddiness surged through her. She felt light, warm, excited and really peaceful all at the same time. It was like dancing with Victor times ten, times a hundred.

Many, many minutes later she stepped forward and hastily reshelved Jane Eyre walking the long way back to the Library in order to avoid the temptation to go back into the spot. She picked up Mansfield Park as she passed it and tried to repress the dreamy grin on her face. She knew what she was doing with tomorrow's free period.

Three weeks later

At the portrait hole music poured into the corridor. The Fat Lady could barely hear the password.

'Hermione will bloody kill them!' said Ron with a grin, pleased that for once it wouldn't be him she raged at.

As Ron, Harry and Ginny entered the common room with the other players they were greeted by the sight of Hermione, Luna and Parvati at the centre of a heaving, makeshift dancefloor. Hermione was jumping up and down with her arms in the air shouting out the lyrics and shaking her hair to the beat. Harry and Ron looked at each other in wide-eyed surprise Any Gryffindors who weren't throbbing along on the dance floor seemed to be watching Hermione and other girls. Before they could even look to Ginny for an explanation she dropped her broom and ran into the dancefloor scrum hugging Hermione and joining in the jumping. The room then realised the team were back and they noise level rose a couple of decibels with the cheering.

'What is going on with her?' shouted Harry but Ron was simply awestruck, unable to look anywhere but at the middle of the dancefloor, for all the world as if he'd been petrified. He didn't even really notice that his girlfriend was kissing him until one of her rings accidentally tugged on his hair. Harry shrugged at Ron and Lavender and joined the dancing receiving enthusiastic hugs from Hermione and Ginny when he made it to them. Seamus, Dean and Neville were all throwing some serious shapes eliciting uproarious laughter from the girls. Seamus was twirling and dipping Hermione, while Neville fake-tangoed with Luna, Ginny and Dean were doing the robot and Parvati was teaching Harry some sort of Muggle dance with actions. For the first time Ron thought that a serious snogging session looked like less fun than everyone else was having. Hermione's eyes were shining, a massive grin on her face. Harry had a point what was going on with her?