After practice, I went to the library. We had a rather huge library. Half of which, I happened to know, was books on the dark arts. The other half was some of mom's romance books. Basically, our library was the weirdest one I had been in. I would go in there everyday, researching anything that could help me find her. Naturally, I started in the dark arts section. I don't think I would find anything in romance books, except for highly detailed sex scenes. All I have to say about that is:

EWWWWWWWWW.

But I hear that, for some reason unknown to me, girls read them like crazy. I wondered if Hermione had ever read one, but I slapped, mentally of course, myself. I had to focus. I was trying to take it one bookcase at a time. I had only gone through two. Oh yea, I was making a whole lot of progress. Not.

My hands glided over the books, skimming the titles. I saw the usual, How to Become the Greatest Wizard of All Time, (probably my dad was keeping that one for good old Voldemort), and How to Raise Your Son in the Dark Arts, (that one was probably for me, though it didn't help much), then there some ones that I didn't know why they were in there, like, One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish and If You Give a Pig a Pancake. Why he had these, I will never know, but I had a hard time trying not to laugh.

My hand caught on something. I thought one of the books had a tear in the spine, but when I looked at it, it seemed like it was in mint condition. It had a plastic covering on it. It seemed that my dad wanted to keep this one in good condition for one reason or another. I looked at the title, and suddenly, everything became clear to me.

I was running as fast as I could. Believe me, that's pretty fast. I ride a broom, but I still, if I do say so myself, run impeccably fast. I passed my mother, to whom I said a quick hello and goodbye, before rushing out the door and across the field. I was bursting with pride and joy.

I finally found what, or rather, whom, I was looking for. Blaise. He was sitting under the large oak tree in the garden, eating an apple and reading something. He looked rather bored, and I was surprised that he was still asleep. As I approached, he looked up, apparently glad to see me. His mother, I assumed, was making him read, and he didn't enjoy it.

"Hey man, what's up." He said to me as I held out a hand to help him to his feet. He stood up, brushed off his pants, and gave me a smile.

"I am so glad you are here! My mom is making me read some dumb book about someone named Elizabeth and her dislike for someone named Darcy." He looked agitated. I laughed quietly.

"What?" he asked me, looking confused.

"Pride and prejudice?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, you read it?"

"No, but I've heard of it."

"Really? Where?"

"Umm. Just an old friend."

"Oh, Her." I nodded.

Flashback

I walked through the portrait to the prefect common room, looking at the floor as I walked along.

"Watch it!" I heard someone scream. I looked up and I had knocked Hermione Granger to the floor. She looked mad, but I brushed past her. It was bad enough I had to spend every summer with her. But having to do prefect duties with her? That was worse.

"Urghhh!" she creamed in frustration. "Look what you did to my book! The pages are all bent." She sat down and tried to mend the bends. I was in no mood to be mean, for I had just spoken to my father, so I picked up the book, did a quick spell, and looked at the cover.

"Pride and Prejudice?" I asked confusedly.

"Yes, have you read it?" she looked interested.

"No, but my mom told me it was about some girl who does something or another." She looked amused. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. "I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention."

"Well, if you must know, it's about a girl from a poor family who hates this rude guy but ends up falling in love with him. It is a wonderful romance story." She sighed heavily. I shook my head in disgust.

"Why did she fall in love with him if she hated him so much?"

"His rudeness somehow attracted her towards him and he already loved her."

I nodded my head. "Sounds um... interesting, I guess. Well, I have to go. Bye."

"Bye," she said cheerfully. She turned back to her book, but I could see she was following me with her eyes. Then, for the first time all year, I smiled.

End Flashback

Blaise was waving his hands in front of my face as I came out of my fantasy.

"Earth to Draco. What's gotten into you man? You suddenly went all cuckoo on me."

I shook my head and laughed. "It's nothing, Blaise. I am just taking a trip down memory lane."

He put a hand on my shoulder. "Come on. Why did you want to find me?"

"Oh right. I had almost forgotten about that. Here, look at this." He looked at the book I picked up. He brushed off the spine and read the title.

"How to Become an Unregistered Anamagi? How is this supposed to help you in your 'quest'? I mean, if you are going to become one, you might as well register."

"It's not for me. Think Blaise, think really hard."

He shrugged and screwed up his face. He remained like that for a couple minutes than said, "Nope, I've got nothing. How the heck does this relate with Hermione."

"Think Blaise. Her father said, 'it's not what it seems.' Maybe, just maybe, this 'it' is an animal. Or, this 'it' is an unregistered anamagi."

A/N: Dun dun dun. Oh the horror. Oh the suspense. Alright, the winner is dragonriderhp! So I need your name so I can think of a character personality for you. The potion is Asapassria Potion. So, I hope you liked the chapter and I will see you next time. Ttfn!