"I hate that class," said Hermione, slamming her books down on a desk in the library the next week.

Ron and Harry started.

"What."

"It's so.uninformative. I mean, all we do is worksheets, and its tiring copying out of the book! There is no practical lessons, its all bookwork - "

"Hermione!" said Ron, cutting her off. "You love bookwork. You worship bookwork. I'm surprised you don't have a shrine by now."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, don't be stupid." She said, crossing her arms and sitting down. "Where would I put one?"

Ron smirked.

"Well, well. Look who it is." Said a cold voice from the bookshelf across from their table. "Pothead and his little sidekicks."

"Shove off, Malfoy." Said Harry angrily.

"Make me."

He stepped out from the bookshelf with a large black book in his hand, smirking broadly with his two cronies Crabbe and Goyle walking clumsily behind him. He stopped and sat down at a table opposite the trio, and started whispering to Crabbe and Goyle from behind the thick book.

Hermione stood up. "I don't want to be here if they're going to be here." She started gathering her things quickly.

"Hermione, wait!" Ron hissed. "You don't want to make them think that they ran you off, do you?"

"Personally Ron, I don't care." And with that she walked briskly out of the library, her arms full of books and probably headed for the spacey common room.

"Do you want to leave, too?" asked Harry.

"No." said Ron, glancing sideways at the three Slytherins.

Harry shook his head quizzically at Ron.

"Well, I'm leaving."

"Knock yourself out."

"You mean you don't want to come with me? Because I don't care either"

"Not especially."

"Alright." Harry trailed off. He stood, and, still glancing worriedly at Ron, strode out of the library to the common room.

"Yeah, well. I care." Said Ron under his breath.