Draco Malfoy reached and rubbed his head, it was aching and he could feel a migraine coming on.... He marked his place and raised his eyes to scan the other occupants in the library. He saw Hermoine... Studious Bitch, why can't she leave this library... it won't fall down without her after all... ...and Potter, both studying, Potter looking bored. And her beloved Potter.... He's an easily trained dog... no other way Weasel could have gotten him so fast. Draco, yawning made a face at the book in his lap, it was full of Dark Spells, a "gift" from his so-called "father".... ("Memorize these or you'll find a pain farther than the night, Draco.") He glared at the book and left to put it up before someone noticed the spine. He shouldn't have brought it down; but then again, he did not really wish to remember his father's strict rules, rules that were enforced painfully. He moved fast, not wanting to waste the time he had carefully guarded to relax during... why he had been studying, he wished he knew. His head still pounded like hell and he could feel the veins rushing across his forehead. "Dammit!" Draco whispered, falling onto the steps, his hand running up to his forehead. He could see shapes floating in front of his eyes and he leaned his head on the wall, trying to forget how much pain, he was in. he realized he was losing consciousness and his last thought was... Damned Book! They'll find it!