Madam Prince clicked her tongue in frustration. Like every other day the desk Hermione chose was covered in all kinds of books. She knew that she didn't have to worry about the books getting back to their proper places, but it didn't please her to see them piled on top of each other, opened to different pages, and pieces of paper marking different chapters.
'Why can't she take just one at a time?' she mumbled to herself. She watched the younger girl study intently for a few minutes before going to yell at a group of third years that were getting to rowdy.
No one stopped Hermione anymore when she headed for the restricted section. Due to her "curiosity and love for knowledge" McGonagall had given her a permanent pass. Running her fingers along the bookbindings, she searched for one she hadn't yet read.
101 Ways to Make Magical Artifacts Better
"Oh, this looks interesting. I wonder if it's new." She picked up the book and was slightly amazed and its weight. It was fairly large (after inspection it had almost 800 pages) but it weighed close to nothing. 'Must be a charm.' She thought as she walked back to her desk, flipping through the first few pages. After taking a moment to clear a place at the desk, she sat and examined the book more closely. While the binding appeared to be brand new, the pages were a pale yellow from age; the writing was faded but legible.
"Guess it's not as knew as I thought." She murmured. "But how could I have walked past it before? Valloriey Allsprand. I usually get past the A's."
Looking through the index, a chapter caught her eye. Time Turners. Having used one in her third year, she had plenty of knowledge and experience under her belt and the pages intrigued her more as she read. While knowing so many things, she never imagined a simple potion (not that simple, maybe even Snape would have trouble with it) could let the user go back decades or even centuries. "This is amazing!" she said a little too loudly and earned a severe 'shhh' from Madam Prince.
Not wanting to anger the librarian any more, she quickly got up to place the rest of her books away. Then hurrying back to her table she grabbed her bag and the book and went to place the book in Madame Prince's hands. Hoping to everything she would be allowed to borrow it.
Murmuring the title to herself the librarian readied Hermione's card. Just before singing though, she let out a soft gasp and put her quill back down. "Oh no, Hermione dear, you aren't allowed to barrow this one at all. I told the headmaster not to put it in this library. I told him that it would do no good. You children and the ideas you concoct. Please go and put it back.
"But, Madam Prince…" she started, but it did no good. The librarian just shook her head and extended her arm, pointing back to the restricted section. Crestfallen, Hermione walked back to where she had first found the book.
But then, instead of the returning the book like instructed, Hermione did something she rarely did, on her own at least. She disobeyed. Opening the book back to potion she had seen, she sat on the floor and copied it into her notes.
Madame Prince looked at her strangely when she left more then half an hour later.