"I'd prefer otherwise."
Crabbe's face fell and, after muttering a soft, "okay" turned from the shadowy figure and lumbered around a corner, efficiently out of view.
Draco stood there a while longer, looking in the direction Crabbe had gone before letting out a tired sigh and continuing on his way down the corridor. Poor Crabbe had pleaded with him for help on an extensive potions essay, one conveniently due the following day. Procrastination and utter lack of knowledge on the subject matter could not be helped this late into the night. He doubted Crabbe had even started yet. Draco pushed the thought out of his mind – he had more important things to dwell on.
He finally came upon the library and breathed in deep, letting the smell of books fill his nostrils, bringing a certain calm within him. Books only reminded him of her.
He quietly walked down the rows searching for his target. He was nonchalant, though, so as to not be obvious, walking slowly and checking book titles as if searching for something. Though in a sense, that was not a lie.
He finally found her stuffed in a far corner, the stacked books surrounding her keeping her almost hidden from view. Her hair was carelessly tossed to one side so as to not encumber her fast-flying quill which scribbled page after page of her chicken scratch writing.
Granger.