Draco sat at a desk in the library as far away from everything else as he could, pouring over scraps of paper. An expression of deep concentration was plastered upon his pale, pointed face. Every once in a while he would let out an exasperated grumble and occasionally a soft decleration of "No, no that won't do...". This was usually followed by the immediate crumpling of one or several papers.
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing, Malfoy?"
Draco peered up from his work and looked around, finally spotting the source of the interuption. He could just make out thick, round spectacles and a pair of emerald green eyes between a gap in the rows of books on the shelf that separated the two. Judging by the disorganized look of the books around, the gap had most likely been made by the intruder.
"Better question", Draco said, standing up to stare at the boy through the books, "is what the hell you're doing, 'Master of Mystery'."
Draco could now see the other boy clearly from his new vantage point. Harry stood holding 'Hogwats, A History' up to his face so that it covered most of his features and would, every so often, steal a glance at the blonde boy through the bookshelf.
"I'm being discreet, can't you see?" the bespectacled thing whispered between his teeth.
"I can certainly see that you're painfully obvious, Potter."
Harry threw the boy a disgruntled look and lowered 'Hogwarts, A History'.
"Well, I thought it was a pretty good plan. Better than being seen with you out in the open."
"Right", Draco drawled, "I'd much rather be seen speaking to a deranged nympho than a Gryffindor." Then, seeming to think about it, added, "Actually, that's true."
Malfoy then donned an expression that was quite familiar to Harry. It was a look that screamed "I am always so bloody amazing all the time!".
"What do you need, anyway, Potter? As you can see, I was previously engaged."
"I just want to know what you were doing, is all", Harry said, peering around Draco's face to take a glance at the papers on the desk behind. The blonde boy moved to block his friend and donned a nasty look.
"None of your business. Don't you have some "blessed famous guy from heaven" duties to do? Autographs to sign? I'm suprised you have any time for us common folk at all, Potter", Draco sneered, using a less-than-friendly tone.
"You're more than common fo-", Harry started, but was interuppted sharply.
"Yes, I know. Everyone and their mother hates me and my family. I'm quite aware. I don't need reminding from the hero of the world, thanks."
"Malfoy, come on", the spectacled boy moaned, reaching out for the other. But Draco had already scooped up his papers and stormed out of the library, most likely to find a dungeon to sulk in. Harry checked the desk but to his dissapointment Draco had been dilligent and left nothing behind.