Authors note: hi guys! It's been a while ay? Sorry, don't hate me! This is just sort of a filler because I have no idea what's to happen. So uhm, part of the reason why it took so long is because the characters were being difficult, and I also had to write a story for an anthology, so yay me! Anyway, here is this small little chapter. Oh, and P.S. I re-wrote the last chapter, so if you haven't read it, go do that. And sorry for mistakes, just wanted to get this out, and it's at Hpgwarts.


Hermione grabbed three slim volumes off the thick wooden bookshelf, adding them to her large stack of books that she had accumulated, the tall pile swaying slightly as she tried to see past the books to make her way back to the table she was working at. Dropping the varying volumes on the thin wooden table, Hermione felt a rush of satisfaction at the resonating thump that the books made as their covers slammed into the table.

Flopping down into a worn red leather chair, Hermione shot a glance at the grumbling ginger's that sat across from Hermione, if Ron hated homework Ginny hated it ten times as much. Having given the two their own smaller stack of books to look through, Hermione was positive that if the pair across the table were to take things seriously, they would be able to find what they were looking for.

"Mioooneee! Do we have to do this now?" Ron grumbled from behind his thick brown copy of, "Where to go Looking for Lost Wizards", (Hermione often wondered how these authors in the Wizarding World made any money with awful titles like that). Slowly lowering the book she had just picked up off of her pile and glared at Ron, a glare that to anyone else besides the dim-witted ginger Gryffindor would have sent screaming to be sent home.

"Ron." Hermione started, and a part of her started dancing on the inside as she watched the mop of fiery red hair start to slowly lower; the amount of ice in her voice enough to freeze hell over, battling with the flames that danced in her chocolate eyes.

"Harry Potter is no longer the 'Boy-Who-Lived', he is now currently the 'Boy-Who-Is-Missing-And-You-Aren't-Helping-With-Your-Selfcentered-Attitude! NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND, I'M GOING TO GO BACK TO HELPING MY FRIEND!" Hermione's words had the desired effect as she watched Ron pick up the book he had foolishly lowered.

Eyes flicking over to Ginny, Hermione-the-bushy-haired-menace saw that the younger of the Weasly's had also gone back to her diligent searching. Leaning back into her chair, Hermione brought her book closet to her face where she could closely inspect the headache inducing runes, when she was interrupted by a sarcastic, arrogant throat clearing.

Grinding her teeth, Hermione didn't bother lowering her book, hoping that for his own sake the nosy Slytherin would be able to see himself away. When it was clear by the lack of footsteps that the blond ignoramus wasn't going anywhere, Hermione sighed and lowered her book, directing another glare at the ridiculous smirking fiend before her.

"What in the name of Merlin's receding hairline, do you want Mr. Malfoy?" the peeved the Gryffindor asked snippily, she was already pissed and in no mood for the annoying little taunts of a rich daddy's boy.

Smirking in a knowing way, the skinny blonde let his elbows rest on the arm of Hermione's chair and smiled deviously as Hermione narrowed her eyes at the odd behavior.

"Sooo…still looking for the 'Boy-Who-Finally-Died'?" Malfoy asked smoothly, well as smoothly as he could without laughing, it was just so hard, the poor mudblood was trying soo hard; and to think Draco could probably put her mind at ease. Too bad Draco didn't like Gryffindors.

Rage boiled inside Hermione, an angry tsunami of pure hatred, God it felt good to hate someone. Smiling to herself, Hermione chuckled at the flash of confusion that passed over the pale features of Draco Malfoy, if only for a second.

Shoving back in her chair, Hermione watched as the Ferret lost his balance and fell to the floor, standing up abruptly, Hermione aimed a sharp kick to the tangle of limbs that lay in front of her; leaning over she quickly grabbed her books and rushed away from the cheers from the two Weasly's she had left behind.

Quickly telling Madame Pince that she would be borrowing the books she held in her arms over her shoulder, she ignored the shouts that told her she had to check them out, Hermione rushed towards the Room of Requirement, it was too loud in the common room and she didn't want to hide outside where just anyone could find her.

Draco lay on the ground of the library, pain blooming in his abdomen where the small bushy haired girl had kicked him, holding onto the part of his torso that he was sure was already bruised; Draco couldn't help but admire the way in which the Gryffindor had played things. He really should have seen it coming, done like a true Slytherin.

Sighing, the blonde aristocrat pulled himself off the thickly carpeted floor and headed in the direction of the room of requirement, he sometimes went there to think. Thinking of a 'quiet place', he opened the heavy wooden door that led to his temporary safe haven.

Closing the door behind him, he barely heard the high-pitched squeak over the heavy thud of the door closing. Slowly turning around, Draco jumped at the sight of a blushing Gryffindor. Running a hand through his hair, Draco sighed and walked towards one of the navy blues sofas and plopped onto the sofa opposite the still rapidly blushing girl.

Raising an eyebrow, Draco couldn't help but comment on the girls odd state, what was she so worked up about?

"Granger, you better stop that ridiculous blushing, or are you having a competition for Weasly's first place?" Grangers eyes narrowed at the boy and the brilliant red that had been consuming her face just a moment ago quickly dropped like the temperature of her tolerance.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Granger spat at the now smirking blonde, his icy grey eyes slicing through her peaceful mood. Leaning so that his sharp elbows rested on his knees, Draco relaxed his face on the bumpy ridge of his knuckles.

"How about," Draco started, letting the smooth charming voice he often heard his father use when talking business trickle into his usually irritating tone. Hermione bristled as Draco let his words hang in the air, just like he knew she would, Granger hated being left guessing, no matter how good she was at it.

"WHAT, Malfoy?" smirking lightly, Draco let his eyes that had momentarily trail downwards flick up to meet the mudbloods smoldering stare.

"How about you and I make a deal?" Draco suggested, and as the bushy haired girl across from him narrowed her eyes, Draco knew that she had already caught on that he wasn't asking. Shaking her head, the Gryffindor stood up, and Draco thought quickly of what he could do to salvage the quickly down-spiraling situation.

"Hermione, wait." Grabbing Grangers wrist as she spun around at the use of her actual name, Hermione tried to pull her wrist that had been trapped in the surprising grip of the blond aristocrat.

"I'm warning you Malfoy, let go of me or I swear." Letting icy malice drip off her every word, Hermione felt her fury grow as she didn't get anything out of the blond, not even a flinch.

"Oh please, you think you could possibly measure up to my father? All I was suggesting was that I help you look for your precious Potter." The way the Ferret spat out her friends name, Hermione had a hard time believing that anything he had just said held anything true.

"Oh, and what's in it for you?" Hermione asked, Malfoy was a Slytherin, and why would a Snake help someone without getting something in return?

"For me? Let's just say I have my reasons." Narrowing her eyes, Hermione brushed back a lock of thick bushy hair and extended a hand, if someone was actually willing to help her, she would find Harry that much sooner.

"Then you have yourself a deal." Turning away, Hermione couldn't have known that Draco had smiled at her as she walked away, or heard the quiet 'Thank you' that escaped Draco's unaware lips before falling into a tear-stained pile of relief.

She couldn't have known any of that.


A/N: well, that took waaaay too long, but I did it, yay! Looked back after not reading the first part of this chapter and all I thought was, "I'm so entertaining." That's actually how one of my friends describe me, there was a picture or something and it said;

I talk to myself, and then I start laughing, because I'm just so hysterical. :D hope you don't hate me too horribly much!