When she went into the library for study period fourty-five minutes later, Hermione looked very much like a cat that had been dropped down a well. It wasn't until she heard Pansy Parkinson's annoyingly shrill voice that Hermione remembered that Gryffindor had a study period with Slytherin. Just wun-der-ful.

"Oooo, she's been swimming in her robes. Sure you can afford to ruin those robes Muggle?"

Hermione ignored Pansy. The girl had the intelligence of a flobberworm. To hell with her.

Hermione went over to sit with Ron. Harry was obviously at extra Quidditch practice, as he was nowhere to be seen.

"So, becoming friends with Malfoy are we?" Ron said in a flat, emotionless voice without looking up. After a few moments of an awkward silence, he looked up to find Hermione standing over him, mouth open.

"Wh-what?" She spluttered. Ron shrugged and walked out of the library just as Draco walked in.

"Fancy seeing you here Mudblood." He said quietly. After making a few darting glances to check no-one was watching, he handed her back her book. Draco left the table as quickly as he had come, before she could say anything. Hermioned opened the book and a folded note fell out. She bent down to pick it up. As she read, her eyes grew wide in disbelief.

"Hermione, what's wrong" Hermione gasped and turned around.

"Nothing Harry, nothing at all." Her hand tightly gripping the note, Hermione sat down with Harry and worked silently until dinner. Nothing, however, could get her mind off the note, which she had slipped in between her notes for Care of Magical Creatures.