Hey everyone !

I wanted to write this as an OS but I got inspired ! I wrote two parts and I may write about it again if I find some time between my studies and my life !

Anyway I really hope you like it.

I place it in the same time line as my other OS :)

Hermione Granger was not one to abandon.

She had already visited six bookshops and was rather desperate when she entered the last ne she had n her list for the day. The owner was a squib and had a hidden section with magical books as the shop was in the center of muggle London.

She greeted Greg, the owner, and he lead her in a corner, behind a magically hidden shelf, took three precise books in a precise order and pushed it to reveal another small room. She thanked him and he left her. He was used to her spending two or three hours in there to research something.

She looked at the rows, one at a time, shelf after shelf, grabbing books here and there. Finally she sat at the only table, putting all the books she had taken delicately next to her. And she searched through them. She searched for anything related to that strange plant Neville had offered her three weeks ago and what it could be used for.

She finally came across its name in the seventh book she read. She read the entire book : unfortunately the plant appeared only once. But someone had added some footnotes in the margins – a lot of footnotes. She put the books back on the shelves and grabbed the old potion tome she had been interested in. She would have to try and meet its previous owner so, maybe, he could explain to her things about what to do with her new plant.

She discreetly left the hidden room and went to the counter. She wanted for Greg to finish with his costumers and for them to leave the shop before she asked questions. Once they were finally alone she said :

"I've noticed this potion book, and I'm going to buy it, really, but I have a question : Who's book was it ? I found some really interesting notes and I'd love to know more about them."

"Well, I don't really know. All I remember is that it was a house-elf who brought is here. Hum… Tessy ? Tissy ? No ! Tipsy ! The house-elf's name was Tipsy !" Since she worked in the Reinforcement Law For Magical Beings Department (as she renamed it) at the Ministry, Hermione had help for the creation of a special House-Elf Register, to make sure wizards could not abuse them anymore. And Tipsy, well she knew who's House-elf she was. She was

"What has my house-elf done again ?" a deep voice echoed behind her.

"Malfoy ?" She jumped and faced him.

"Granger." He acknowledged her.

"Mister Malfoy" Greg bowed. "Thank you again for all of your books."

"It's okay Greg, nobody read them anyway." He took a shrinked bag from his pocket and enlarged it. He gave it to Greg and made his way back to the bookshop's door.

Hermione broke out of her reverie just in time : "Malfoy, Wait!" He turned towards her, an eyebrow raised as a silent question. "I'm just about to buy one of the books Tipsy brought last time and I'd have a few questions about some footnotes inside. I thought that maybe you'd be able to answer them." She looked at him expectantly. She really needed these answers. Different emotions played on the blond's face : "Well I'm sorry but I'm a bit in a hurry at the moment." She sighed, clearly frustrated. " Then when would you be able to meet me and help me ? I can be available whenever you want !"

He thought for a moment. "On Wednesday afternoon."

"Then on Wednesday at 2:00 PM I the Leaky. I'll buy you coffee."

He simply nodded before he turned and left the bookshop. But Hermione did not care, she was finally going to get her answers.