Don't Slouch
By Tasha

Rating: PG (Me thinks.)
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Adrian/Hermione
Summary: Drabble She did what she always did after class in the library, until he came in...
Word Count: 359 words (Drabbles are 100-500 words, so there. :D )

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It was her usual routine; right after class, she would go right to her usual spot in the library, dump all of her homework on the table, find the books corresponding to her subject, get back to her spot, do it all in about two hours, clean up, and go back to the Common Room.

That is, until he came.

After reading a page from a couple of books, she began to write an essay about the properties of dragon blood on a fresh piece of parchment. Propping up the book, upright, in front of her, she leaned forward, took her quill, dipped it in the ink well, and started to write.

"You know that's bad for your back."

She jumped, sitting up straight, and putting down the book. "Pucey?" She said, slightly shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"There, that's better."

"You didn't answer my question." Annoyed, she finally stood up, her hands on her waist.

"Studying." He said, with a smile playing on his lips.

"I don't see any books."

"Who said I was studying for the N.E.W.T.s?" She rolled her eyes at this.

"Then what are you studying?" She folded her arms in front of her chest and had walked up to him, smiling a little and her eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"You."

"Beg your pardon?"

"You." Now it was his turn to fold his arms in front of his chest, he was starting to walk around her, orbiting her. "You drink two cups of coffee every morning, you take twenty books of the same subject from the library, you absolutely hate sherbet lemons and your favorite book is 'Alice in Wonderland'."

"And that would be called stalking."

"I call it research."

At this point, she realized that they were inches apart, her eyes wandered over to his lips, but as she snapped back to reality, she kept the eye contact.

"I've got to go and finish my homework." She walked away, plopping her self back down on her chair, picked up the quill and wrote on the parchment.

She heard him walk out of the library, but he had the last word. "Don't slouch, kitten."