Hermione found herself in the comforts of the shelves; there were a few spots within the bookshop where one could sit and read. She found herself frequenting a few spots on more than one occasion. The few workers in the store knew her by name and hardly bothered her, she remembered having a conversation with one about how comfortable the store was, and the worker told her how surprised Hermione would be with how many people would sit themselves to look though a book and fall asleep, Hermione laughed mostly because she had found herself drifting off more than once. People would go in and out of the bookshop some lingered some left in hurries, but everyone tended to let each other be.

Hermione had walked in and the sweet old lady at the register give her a quick smile, before turning her attention to another customer, a smile which Hermione gladly returned. Hermione let out a sigh as she went to a corner of the store to look for a book that she had glanced at the last time she visited. She always found reasons to go to this bookshop; sometimes while looking through a book she had purchased they would mention something in which Hermione would then go back to the shop and purchase another book for. Once she had a book about pirates which mentioned the sea god Poseidon; and on her next visit she purchased a book on mythology.

This time Hermione wanted to get a book she had read before. While going through her inventory at her flat she noticed that there was a set of book that she did not own. She lingered in a few aisles before making her way to her destination spot. The Classic books were located along the back wall of the store, and she searched for the book she had wanted to get. There it was, on one of the top shelves, Persuasion by Jane Austen. She had bought Emma a couple weeks prior and the cashier told her that there was a collection book with all the stories combined into one big book, Hermione laughed and stated that she much preferred to have the books separate, she would hate to one day want to read a particular story only to have to go to the middle of a gigantic book to read it. Knowing her she would have to read all the stories before it till she got to the one she wanted to read. Then she would have to finish it all because she just would hate to stop reading right in the middle of an open book. No, Hermione would buy them all separately.

She stretched her arm out knowing she would be able to reach the book, however her fingertips barely grazed it and she only managed to push the book further back, she let out a frustrated sigh. The last time she had been in the store she had been in heels. She had had a meeting that particular day so getting a book from the top shelf had not been that much of a chore.

Determined she pushed herself onto her tip toes and stretched using one hand to support herself on one of the shelves, while the other pulled to try and reach the book, a very odd noise slipped out of her lips as she tried to reach the book when suddenly a hand reached right above hers and she froze. The body was close to hers, she could feel the heat coming off the person and if she moved in the slightest she was certain that they would be pressed against her. It happened all within a matter of seconds and just as quickly as the heat from the other body was there, it was gone, the book was coming down and suddenly it was right in front of her waiting to be taken.

Hermione slowly took the book with both hands and looked down at it, face blushing with embarrassment; an innocent gesture turned wrong and perverted in her mind. She looked from the book to the face of the person who had just helped her ready to give out a thank you, when her eyes narrowed, and she was not unlike a cat that turns towards a dog becoming defensive readying itself to hiss and strike.


A/N: I apologize, I feel terrible, first off saying I would post this past weekend, and what happens I didn't. First relatives from out of town decide to show up, so there went Saturday. Sunday was an impromptu trip to the Bay, which makes me love living in California. All along the bay you could see whales spouting water and see their fins lift into the air. The way the water and the sky touched in a perfect line, it looked endless. It was beautiful to say the least.

I can't remember what I did yesterday, but in any case I will make it up by posting this chapter and the next. After I review the next chapter I will post it up.

Going off the chapter, I do have a collection book of Jane Austen's work, and I hate reading it I always have to read the books in order, so I did go and purchase a few books by themselves ^.^

Any who, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I will get on posting the other one right now.