It was none other than Draco Malfoy. In the flesh and blood.
"It's amaxing how the ice in your veins can pump without a heart" said Hermione in a vioce that was just as cool.
"oh, I see that the Mudblood is trying to get dirty." He said as he stepped forward and smirked. "Though, your dirty blood is prety nasty as it is."
By this time Draco was close enough that Hermione could feel his hot breath on her face.
"Doesn't seem like you mind it." she said trying to back away a bit, but not wanting to get too far. "I found this book. It seems like it belonged to your father once upon a time." She heald up the book and flashed the title. It seemed like his smirk vanished imediately.
"So it does." His smirk was returning and he said. "But it also looks like we have a horny mudblood here."
He pressed his hips into hers and she squirmed under the pressure. It wasnt from pain, or her being uncomfortable with him. It was the fact that there was a very uncomfortable bookshelf behind her.
"Whats it to you?" she asked trying not to sound like she was enjoying what was happening.
He picked her up by her waist and walked over to a wall after he realised that the bookshelf was bothering her. He gently set her down.
"It's everything" He bent in to kiss her, seeing as she was a full six inches shorter than he was.
She dropped the book and then she knew that it was going to be over.
"OW! You little!" he screamed after the book landed hard on his foot.