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Classes had started and everything was in order, except that Hermione wasn't the school's head as everyone had expected. Instead it had gone to a Ravenclaw girl, who was behind Hermione in all the classes. Everyone had been confused by what seemed to be a mix-up.
As for Hermione, it was hard enough dealing with not being picked as head girl, it was even harder to deal with everyone telling her she should have been it. She knew that Ron and Harry were only trying to make her feel better by saying it, and so was everyone else, but really it just made her feel worse. She hid it well though. Even though everytime the head girl was to make an announcement every Gryffyndor and sometimes Hupplepuff would insist to her that she should have been the one picked.
The only thing that comforted Hermione was thinking that maybe Dumbledore needed something else from her.
And the only other eventful thing happening in her life was that Ron seemed to be getting up the courage to finally ask her out.
Hermione wasn't sure quite yet how she would deal with such a thing.
It had been so different with Krum, he hadn't been her best-friend first. And Hermione knew just how much more sensitive Ron was. It was a hard situation all over. And yet, she felt flattered, and there were certainly butterflies in her stomach whenever he looked at her in that way.. But she was still so unsure. And felt that there was something she must wait for.
So she lived the days as she would normally do. Waiting. For what she had no idea.
Draco Malfoy was waiting for something as well. The day when he would be offered a position inside Voldemort's inner circle as a death eater, and refuse.
Refuse the dark lord and suffer death for it.
But at the present, he was alive, and for once living for himself.
It had freed him somehow. The decision to take death instead of serving Voldemort in his massacre of innocent wizards.
He was also not chosen as head boy and so had ample amounts of time in his hands. And since he had ordered Crabbe and Goyle to leave him alone permanently he had no one to spend his time with.
So he read.
Draco had always been an average student, excelling only in potions and defence against the dark arts. Mostly because his father had made sure he learnt skills in both early in life. Although he knew the dark arts even better than defending himself from it.
And so boredom had driven Draco into the library.
And there he would meet his fate.
"Honestly you two" Hermione exclaimed getting up with her books. "It's always about Quidditch, can't you two talk about anything else?"
Harry and Ron smiled at each other for a moment before turning to her and saying " no" .
"Well I'm going to the library to study. I'll see the two of you later." She said turning to walk away. "Honestly I don't think it's healthy to obsess over a sport that way." she muttered to herself.
The boys just laughed and shook their heads. She was the one to talk about obsessions....
The library was nearly empty as always, and hauntingly quite. But Hermione couldn't have wanted it any other way. She loved having the place to herself. Would live there if she could.
Heading to her favourite table at a secluded area of the library she had to do a double take when she found Draco Malfoy pouring over a book there.
She stared for a moment observing how concentrated he looked. He didn't look so arrogant when he read.
So she quietly turned to walk away. She didn't want a fight after all.
"Hello Granger."
Walk away.. Walk away Hermione...she told herself. But something turned her around to him.
"Hello Malfoy. Did you get lost on the way to a date?"
"Clever. No as you can see I'm trying to be more like you." he retorted sarcastically.
"Trying to be like me? Sorry Malfoy but I don't read dark arts."
He flipped the book shut and showed her the cover. It was about Medicine. Hermione was somewhat surprised.
"But now that you mention it..I could use a little brushing up." Malfoy said smirking reaching for another book, tucked away in his bag. This one clearly said. Dark Magik, Ancient Wizarding Rituals.
The title alone spiked Hermione's curiosity. She was so weak when it came to a chance to gain knowledge.
Draco noticed Hermione's curiosity. And without speaking he pushed the chair across him with his foot. And put the book there. He continued reading the book that was in his hands before.
Hermione didn't know what to make of his move. She didn't know whether she should take him to the hospital fearing Malfoy might have gone nuts..What was he doing?? And yet she knew that it was an offer she couldn't refuse. After all how many chances would she get to read a Dark Arts book like this...
So she moved to sit. She waited for a moment for him to make a comment. Waited for Draco to do something to make her leave. But nothing. And after a few seconds it became obvious that he wouldn't fight with her.. At least for today.
So they read. In silence.
Hermione reading the Arts she would later master....
End chapter
There it is.. Another chapter..hope someone still remembers this fic...also hope it doesn't bore...pls
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