Chapter 2
Terribly upset after what had just happened in the Common Room, Hermione walked to the library with her head down. She did not know who had walked past her or where she was except for the knowledge that she had memorized these corridors during her first year at Hogwarts. The newfound idea of her being a witch and not having to deal with the over privileged children in her town ever again had been a great incentive for her to get ahead of the rest of her year. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but lions always know how to stall.
Her gaze turned upward as she stepped into the library and a small smile played on her lips. This was her safe haven, the place that was hers and hers alone. Ginny never stepped into the library which is half of the reason Hermione loved this place. It was total privacy from the outside world, a place where she could pick up a book and pretend that she was anywhere else. This was her escape from reality.
Searching the shelves, she finally found a book that would be worth reading. Something she had never seen before in the library. Sitting down at a table, she opened the book and started to read.
In the Great Hall, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were laughing and talking about their last night of summer. They had been playing quidditch with each other and Ginny loved to tease her older brother about the sport. Ron may have been a good keeper last year, but that did not stop him from falling off his broom before he even got on it.
"Ron, how on earth did you manage to miss the broom?" Ginny laughed. Harry joined in. "I thought you had been playing quidditch since you were little. Or was that just what you told mommy and daddy so that you could go play dress up with the girl next door?" Ron's face turned a beautiful shade of red.
"Ginny! I've told you a thousand times. I have been playing quidditch since I was five. You know that. Fred and George taught me. You can ask them yourself!"
"I doubt they would admit to teaching you if they knew." Ginny poked him in the side.
"I told you! It was the broom! It's broken or something! It wasn't me!" Ron yelled. People from their table looked over at them.
"Shh guys. People are starting to stare," Harry said calmly. "By the way, you have syrup on your shirt, Ron."
"Blimey! You're right! Thanks Harry." Ron quickly grabbed a napkin and started to wipe the syrup off his shirt with a little water. "So what classes do you have today Ginny?"
After a long sigh, Ginny answered, "Defense against the dark arts and history of magic." Harry pulled her closer to her at the table.
"History of magic is going to be extremely boring," Ron responded oblivious to his best friend and sister's closeness. "I hated taking that class. I gave it up this year."
"Lucky you," Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh! I forgot my backpack!" She exclaimed while jumping out of her seat. "I have to go! Laters."
"I'll come with," Harry stood up as well. The two walked out of the Great Hall hand in hand leaving Ron to his food.
Just as they were walking up the staircase, Draco Malfoy sprinted up the stairs yelling as he went, "Sorry Pansy! I left my book in the library! I'll see you in class!"
Back in the library, Hermione turned the page. She was already on page 50 and she had been there for less than an hour. That is one great thing about being a bookworm. Bookworms tend to read faster than other people. As she went to the next page, a piece of paper fell out of the book. It was folded into a square and said Trust Me on the front in Gold ink. Curious, Hermione unfolded the piece of paper. To her dismay, there was nothing written on it except the letters: CDM. She folded the paper back up and put it in her pocket. She would find out what it meant later. For now, she had to get to the Great Hall for the announcement of the Head Girl and Boy for the new school year.
