After catching Ron and Lavender wrapped in an embrace once again, Hermione hurried off to the library to drown her distress in a good book. She couldn't, however, make it there unscathed. Draco Malfoy's voice rang out behind her.
"Off to the library, Granger? Heaven forbid you haven't shoved your nose in every single book at Hogwarts by the end of the year."
She turned around, reluctant, but thought better of it. She ignored him and continued on her way.
• • •
It was his 6th year and Draco was slowly going insane. He could recognize the signs: loss of appetite, inability to focus, and thoughts… thoughts about a certain mudblood. Draco's father would have a heart attack if he found out, but he didn't care. He had stopped the "my father!" crap months ago. Looking back on it, he could see how ridiculous that was; it was past time for him to grow up and be his own person. He wasn't going to inherit the manor or follow in his father's path. Draco wanted to want whatever he wanted, if that makes sense, which brings him back to his latest desire. His obsession was getting out of hand. She was so stunning, so enchanting. Her wit shined though her gleaming eyes. Soft skin and cascading hair held his thoughts at night. How would he get her? Maybe he should try being nicer… though not in public. He had a reputation to uphold.
He followed her to the library; all in all, it was not a thought-out move. He had just insulted her minutes ago. Then again, she seemed the forgiving type with Weasley falling in and out of her good graces when he should just stay out.
Draco spotted Hermione in the back corner of the library, already absorbed in her work. So he walked over to the table across from her and sat down, pulling out assignments not due for awhile. Hermione must have heard him because she looked up, and then stiffened. Draco didn't even glance her way. He started writing, watching her in his peripheral vision. She glared at him and muttered something under her breath. The air shimmered around her. She relaxed and put her wand on the table, returning to her studies. She used a shield charm. Nice.
This is a short chapter, but I'll try not to do that too often. It felt like a good place to stop, and I was kind of tired. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Be sure to review!
