Chapter 29
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After her last class that day, Hermione stomped her way to the library. Grumbling and fuming over the lack of attention and well wishes her friends usually gave her on that day. Happy birthday to me. She thought bitterly as she slammed the library door open.
Madam Pince glared with a menacing "Shh!"
She cringed slightly. "Sorry." She squeaked out and swiftly moved to the back of the library where large tomes, and a squishy arm chair in front of a window were calling to her. She dropped her bag and sank down into the chair and sighed. What am I so upset for? It's not like I ever cared before. I've only ever thought about it as just another day. She grabbed a random book from the closest shelf and opened it. They probably forgot what day it was anyway. It wouldn't be the first time that happened. She sighed again and turned the pages to the first chapter. After a few minutes of reading, she was lost within the pages of the book.
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As students and professors were making their way toward the great hall, four students stood outside the library talking in hushed voices. Harry, Neville, Luna, and Ginny were arguing about what to do with Hermione.
Draco was on his way to return a book when he found them. "What are you lot up to?" He stood next to Neville.
"Ah! Draco! Perfect timing." Harry slung an arm over the slytherin's shoulder. "We need someone to make the deciding vote for our little debate." He pulled his arm away and crossed his arms. "Luna and I think we should wait until just before the party to pull Hermione out of there," He nodded to the library. "but these two," He looked pointedly at Neville and Ginny. "want to drag her out now and have her join us for supper and possibly ruin the surprise."
Draco rubbed his chin in thought, looking at the door. "Well… we did want to build up the anticipation for her.." He trailed off pretending to still be thinking on the matter.
"But if we don't pull her out now, she won't get any supper." Ginny pointed out with a concerned look.
"Yes, but there will be plenty of food and other party related refreshments at the party. She can eat then." Harry countered.
"She'll probably fall asleep if we leave her alone much longer." Neville looked at the door.
"Doubt it." Harry snorted. "In case you didn't notice, she was fuming mad when charms let out. And when Hermione reads while she's like that, she'll spend the rest of the night going over every little detail of whatever book she grabbed." Harry knew her the best, was hungry and getting annoyed by this mess.
"I'm gonna have to agree with Looney and Potty on this one." He shrugged at their raised eyebrows. "I've been in the library with her loads of time- but not together- and Harry's right. One of us should just come back when the tables are cleared and bring her down then." Without waiting for any other response he slipped inside the library and strolled to Madam Pince. After handing the book to her, he silently crept through the isles and peeked around the last corner. There she is. Just like we thought. Her hairs a mess and a huge book in her lap. He smiled to himself. I think I'll just stay here with her.
Hermione noticed Draco as he leaned against the window behind her. She rolled her eyes when grabbed a book and pretended to read. She made a mental note of her place in the book before speaking. "What do you want, Malfoy?" Closing the book, she turned to look at him.
Draco closed his book and placed his other hand on his chest, acting hurt. "Back to using my last name again?" He smirked and leaned down close to her face. "I thought you got over that, especially after the way I had you moaning my name this morning." He whispered suggestively.
Hermione's face burned red and she snatched book he was holding to whack him on the arm. "Shut up!" She whispered waspishly, her voice quivered slightly.
Draco chuckled and sat on the arm of her chair. "No, really. I came to return a book and saw you sitting here and thought I'd join you." He smiled softly and tucked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear.
"Really?" She looked at him sceptically.
"Well.." A sly smirk crept onto his face. "I was hoping you would come with me to the restricted section. I need to do a bit of research and I would like you to help me." He stood up and offered her a hand.
Helping with research in the restricted section? Sounds fishy. She eyed his hand then turned to place the book where she had gotten it from. It's only Draco. He's harmless. She looked at him and smiled. How bad can it be? She place her hand in his and stood.
He moved his hand to the small of her back and smiled. "Shall we?"
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Supper seemed to be over it record time, Harry noted. He stepped inside the library and saw that it was empty, save a couple Ravenclaws and a dozing Madam Pince. He crept down the rows of bookshelves in his hunt for his best friend. He reached the back of the room and with no sight of her there, he knew what to do. Restricted section it is. He peeked around the end of a bookshelf to see Madam Pince still dozing before quietly slipping into the restricted section.
The restricted section wasn't nearly as large as the main library but there were still plenty of bookshelves stuffed with books. The room seemed to emit a very faint buzzing noise, barely audible.
Harry ignored it for now. The light in the room came from a lamp on each of the two small tables in the middle of the room. A corner of the room was hidden by shadows and a large bookshelf. It looked to be just enough space for a single person to walk between the back of the bookshelf and the wall.
Stepping closer, his suspicions rose as the buzzing grew louder. He made to step down the small path but hurriedly stepped back. Well I found Hermione. Draco, too. Taking advantage of them being so caught up in each other, Harry watched them from the end of the bookshelf. Hermione was topless, limbs wrapped tightly around Draco, a hand tangled in his hair. Her eyes were heavy with lust and locked on Draco's and her mouth hung open in what he knew was her loud moaning. Draco's body was pressed harder into her body against the wall as his pace quickened. After seeing them climax, he moved quietly to sit at one of the tables, watching for them with a wicked grin.
