Disclaimer: as much as I love them, I own no one in this or any other chapter.

A/N: sorry, this is just the first chapter, and if I don't have it mentioned in there somewhere this is in their fifth year. Read and review please.

Hermione and Ron walked down the Hogwarts halls giggling and laughing at one another's stories on their way back to their dorms. Classes were out for the day. Their homework had been finished the day before and they had the entire afternoon to do whatever they pleased.

"What do you want to do?" Hermione asked as they set their books down.

"Want to play Wizard Chess?" Ron hopefully suggested. He was always up for a round of kicking someone's ass.

"No. We played yesterday. I want to do something different. I want to something fun, something exciting." She sighed.

"Like what? We could go pick on Malfoy. We could practice Quidditch. We could start some trouble in the library. Take your pick." Ron smirked.

"I have no athletic ability. So Quidditch is out. I don't want to go anywhere near Malfoy, don't even think about it. And how could you even think about starting trouble in the library? We could get kicked out and not be allowed back in for weeks, and in case you have forgotten, we have a major project coming up in muggle studies and in care of magical creatures in a few days." Hermione responded.

"Ok then. I'm going on the field to practice for the big game on Saturday. Come if you want to, or stay, but I'm going." He threw his hands up and headed for the door.

Hermione remained in her seat. She hated sports usually. She didn't want to play. However she was in the mood for a good book. The library had just bought several new books. She decided to go and check them out.

She whistled to herself as she made her way to the library. She had already read all the books worth reading and was in desperate need of something new. This would be perfect.

She walked inside and saw that Madame Pince was momentarily on her ten-minute break. There were very few people there. A few second years sat at three separate tables. A group of fourth years scanned the shelves on transfiguration, and then she saw a streak of blond hair quickly moving from one shelf to another.

She walked over to see what was going on. When she turned the corner and looked to her side, there was Malfoy. He was taking books from one shelf, and putting them on shelves in separate isles. He grinned and laughed to himself. Hermione was disgusted at his juvenile antics and cleared her voice to make her presence known.

"Wha? Oh its just you Granger. What do you want?" He spat.

"What are you doing Malfoy?" She asked.

"None of your damn business. Why don't you go and bother your little boyfriends or something?" He snarled.

"Why are you doing that? You know how often these books are used. What if someone needs them and can't find them?" She questioned.

"That's their problem. Not mine, and didn't I already tell you to get lost?" He stopped what he was doing to glare at her.

"Whatever. Who want's to hang around here with you anyway?" she shook her head and walked over to the shelf of new books.

She looked on a sheet of paper listing all the new books and tried to find a good one. There was a new one on fifth year transfiguration, but it wasn't there. She shrugged, thinking it had been checked out. But as she looked for a book on muggles, then on the more recently discovered magical creatures, they were missing too. She went through fifteen titles and found that not one of them was anywhere to be seen. Then one word popped into her head, Malfoy.

She sauntered over to him and just stood there waiting for his attention. She knew that he was aware of her presence. He was ignoring her and he continued to shuffle numerous books up. Then finally he turned to her and sighed.

"Is there something you want you little muddblood? If there is would you please get it out now? I'm a little busy here and I'm having trouble concentrating with you hovering over me like that. I would understand if you liked me or something, and if that's the case then join the fanclub and leave me alone." He growled.

"Believe it or not it is extremely easy to be immune to the Malfoy charm. I want a book, one of the new ones. What did you do with them?" she placed her hands on her hips.

"I don't know. I've already gone through hundreds of books. And how do you know if I did it? They could have been checked out." He glared.

"No. I looked, all fifteen of the ones I want are gone. Maybe one or two of them are gone, but I know you did something with the others. Where are they?" She demanded.

"I don't know. Why don't you get out of my face and go look?" He suggested and went back to his activity.

"You are so pathetic. You do know that right? I've seen first years more mature then you. Hell, even the first years don't do this? Are you really that bored?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I could ask you the same thing. Why are you still here? Are you so bored that you have to stand there and bother me? Or do you have a thing for me?" He asked.

"Neither. I just want a book." She answered.

"Here then. You wanted a book." He pulled some random book off the shelf and handed it to her.

"Not that one. I've already read it. I want a new one." She sighed.

"You have absolutely no life. You know that right?" He walked around the corner and came back with one of the new books.

"I thought you said you didn't know where they were?" She arched an eyebrow.

"Look, I got you the book. Would you go away now?" He walked away from her.

She ignored his last comment and went to get her book checked out.













A/N: So, what do you think? Bear in mind that this is just the first chapter. I will try to have the next one up tomorrow. Review please.