Draco Malfoy frowned at the books strewn around him in neat piles. Oh, but they were positively everywhere. He really wasn't terribly good at Herbology. He'd even have considered enlisting a Hufflepuff (not Smith), if he could have justified what he was doing. As it was, this was the sort of scheme that one pulled off solo, or not at all. Draco's eyes hurt, these past three days had been reading, reading and nothing more than reading. Now, he had a list of half a hundred different plant... possibilities. He just had to weed out the ones he wanted.
There were times that he was thankful that he was a Slytherin, and this was one of them. Besides Pansy's sighing, and a game of chess that he had needed to dodge, nobody really cared that he wasn't being sociable. Although the exact nature of the plot he was hatching would have scared Zambini's eyes out of his sockets.
Still nothing from Crabbe and Goyle. Not that he had really expected it. Well, that wasn't strictly true - he had some juicy gossip about Charlie Weasley's nocturnal habits, and some more about how the Patil twins couldn't stand the sight of each other anymore - but twins often fought, and acted out - and they were in different houses for a reason.
Looking over his research, he considered - dewdrops were looking tempting, but a tangletree would certainly provide some strength, provided no one set it afire... Maybe a pitcher plant might do better - did anyone know about the weaknesses of the lady's slipper? They were deuced rare.
And could he get a Chinese Shrinking Violet? Or one of the American Orchids? Thinking these thoughts, Draco Malfoy drifted slowly to sleep in the library.
[a/n: short chappies till draco's done researching. I could lump them all together, but then you'd miss the time passing, amiright?]