I don't own these characters! They belong to J.K. Rowling! Onto the story!
All anyone in the corridors could see was a flash of bushy brown hair as Hermione Granger sped away to the library. She needed to look up an ingredient to a sleeping draft that she had to write an essay about for Professor Snape. He had been grading pretty harshly lately, and she couldn't stand to be behind. That just wasn't the way she worked. As she grabbed a particularly large book on potion ingredients and sat down at one of the many long, empty, tables, she noticed she was no longer the only person in the library. Draco Malfoy had just come strutting in with Crabbe and Goyle lumbering in his wake.
"Look boys, it's the Mudblood in her natural habitat!" Draco drawled while the two cronies guffawed.
"Can't you ever think of anything else to say to me? You could really use some new material." Hermione shot back at him.
"You know, you're really not worth my time." And with that, they whipped out of the library, ignoring Madam Pince's constant shushing. Shaking her head, Hermione went back to her book.
Soon dusk was falling upon the grounds outside the windows. A beautiful purple light shone through them.
"Harry and Ron will probably want to look at my essay… I'll just take this book up for them as well. Everyone's probably in the Great Hall for dinner. I'll just drop my things off in the common room first." Hermione thought to herself, gathering up her books, parchment, and quill.
She walked out into the corridor, feeling like she was juggling a million things at once, and noticed a platinum blonde young man walking alone a ways ahead.
"Not again… I don't want to listen to him right now… But why is he alone and not in the Great Hall?" She wondered to herself. She suddenly found herself extremely curious and following him. She was also quickening her pace, as if to catch up to him. Her feet slapping on the stone floor, she soon caught up to him.
Trying to keep from sounding at all concerned, she approached him and asked, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"
At first, she could have sworn that his eyes lit up a bit when he saw her, but he quickly hid it. "I can do what I want, Granger."
Blushing slightly, she asked another, "Where are the boulders that usually follow you around?" He was now walking so fast, she was having trouble keeping up with him…
He frowned a little at her and said, "Insult my friends. That's a good way to get me to talk." He sighed, "They're probably in the Great Hall stuffing their faces."
"And you aren't with them because…?" Hermione inquired.
"I was waiting for….someone…" He trailed off. "I just wanted to see someone," he suddenly spat, and continued to walk away down the torch lit corridor, fuming.
"What's his problem?" She said quietly.