Hey guys! So this piece started out as just a one-shot, and then my imagination kicked in, and well… here we are. I'm not quite sure how much longer it'll be, maybe two or three more chapters depending on how much I change, write, and edit.

Though, without further ado, on with the show!


To say the young miss Sagitta Malfoy was confused would be an understatement. Damn that boy who always managed to have better grades than she did, even when she sat in the library for hours on end working her arse off. Damn his old fashioned cardigans and messy hair and lopsided little smile that made her stone-cold heart flutter a little bit every time she saw it. Damn his parents- those muggles- for raising such a bright and amazing boy, who just had to be a mudblood, creating the perfect predicament for Miss Malfoy. Damn that Henry Granger for having such a sharp wit, and an intellect to rival that of her own.

She was overall quite convinced that Granger was purposefully messing with her, and the world was just playing tricks on her, which once she thought about it, was quite impossible and… shit, she didn't have a crush on Granger, did she? No, no that was even more absurd than the idea that the universe was out to get her.

Sagitta realized that she had been pacing around her dorm room for the past twenty minutes, and sat down on the trunk at the end of her bed, rubbing her temples. Taking a minute to gather her thoughts- and direct them away from Granger- she decided that perhaps she just needed to get out of the dungeons. Yes, that was it, the dungeons were simply too stuffy. She would just spend the evening reading in the library, that would be that, and she'd forget all about that silly boy in no time at all.

Well, at least she told herself that.

Down in the library, Sagitta had yet to find a book that piqued her interest, perhaps subconsciously more interested in a particular bookworm than anything. The blonde haired girl wandered farther and farther into the library, pleased to have seemingly banished all thoughts of Granger from her ever-wandering mind.

The messy-haired boy pushed himself to the front of her mind, however, as she saw him sitting at one of the tables, surrounded by an impossibly large amount of books and papers. Sagitta's first thought was to immediately turn around and leave, though that changed when she realized Henry could most likely see her out the corner of his eye. So instead, she strode confidently towards the bookshelf right in front of the boy, her usual haughty manner coming through as she did so.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Henry asked, in a tone that sounded quite angry to the blonde's ears.

Sagitta's lips curled into an amused smirk as she turned around to face him, intending to appear cruel and malicious to the boy in front of her. "Who said I wanted anything from you, Granger? This is a library, is it not? And not your private collection, certainly." She turned her attention back to the books behind her, grabbing the first one within arm's distance and flipping to a random page.

Something about the scene caused Henry to smirk, immediately making Sagitta suspicious. Looking up and then around, her smirk turned to a glare as she looked at Henry, expecting perhaps an ambush from Potter and Weasley to get information from her. It was clear to her that they knew something was up, but they weren't getting any more from her.

Still, Granger apparently found it hard not to comment on what was amusing him so. "What's gotten you so interested in muggle sports all of a sudden?" He asked, referring to the cover. His smirk could only be described as smug, amused by Malfoy's obvious discomfort at the situation. Crap, was really the only thing going through Sagitta's mind. She looked down at the cover, and indeed had managed to grab a book on her least favorite subject matter- muggles.

Sighing, she turned around and replaced the book on the shelf, grabbing another not too far away. "Oh and now you're into knitting?" That time, Sagitta decided a reaction was not in order, and kept reading. Thankfully, Granger wasn't the provoking type, and kept to himself after that episode.

Ten minutes passed. Silence. Books. Maybe the occasional furtive glance from the female. To an outsider, the scene might not seem so odd, but to anyone who knew the pair even remotely well, they would find it to be extremely strange, almost worrisome. It was an extremely rare sight to see the two together without some sort of antagonistic conversation going on. Sagitta was getting antsy, not even a quick remark from Granger's end, nothing to remind her how much she absolutely detested the boy. So she decided to look up, trying to figure out what exactly Henry was working on.

It didn't look quite like school work, too many newspaper clippings and not enough textbooks. Surreptitiously, she tried to poke around, trying to read some of it upside-down.

"I can't imagine you have a good reason for ferreting around like that, Malfoy," Granger spoke up, though without looking up. Sagitta wrinkled her nose in disgust at the mere mention of a ferret, knowing Granger had his word choice planned out just to make a dig at her. They, of course, both remembered the incident in which Mad-Eye Moody transfigured her into a ferret in their fourth year. Malfoy had found it to be extremely humiliating, while Granger and his friends were greatly amused.

"My motives for doing anything is not of your concern," Sagitta scowled, immediately reminded of why she didn't like the boy. Too pompous, too smart, too witty. But then again, wasn't she as well?

No, no she wasn't. And even if she was, she had good reason to be. She deserved to wear every ounce of pride her name gave her like a badge of honor, meanwhile this boy- this mudblood- didn't.

Realizing it was late, Sagitta gathered her belongings, almost a bit too quickly, and stood up, her nose held high in the air. The only thing that could perhaps be considered a 'goodbye' was a curt nod in his general direction as her hand swept over the desk, causing several of the papers Henry was looking at to scatter all over the floor. The ghost of a satisfied smirk etched its way across Sagitta's features and a smug little hum was the only acknowledgment given.

A frustrated sigh escaped from Henry's lips as he knelt down on the floor to gather the paper's and reorganize them, obviously none too pleased with the action. "I'll see you around, Malfoy." His tone wasn't malicious, nor was it nice, though amicable enough to easily stop Sagitta in her tracks. Since when did Granger ever say anything like that to her?

Her mind was playing tricks on her, she decided, and without so much as a glance over her shoulder, the faint echo of a 'not if I see you first' the only hint that she was there previously. Too nice, she thought, as she backtracked the way she had come through the library. That's why I don't like him.