It was after supper, so of course Malfoy and Granger were in the library, books piled everywhichway - Ron and Harry, were they here, would have wondered why they hadn't toppled yet - Granger and Malfoy seemed to have two antithetical systems of order, and Blaise, were he here, would have instantly placed a bet on how long until they got kicked out of the library for toppling books.
Halfway to curfew, or thereabouts, Draco Malfoy set his plan in motion. He looked up at Granger and said, in his smooth, unruffled voice, "Come with me."
Hermione Granger looked up, a thousand different thoughts tumbling through her brown eyes. "What?!"
"Why?" she continued, moments later
Her eyes seemed to light up as she asked, "Where?"
"Reverse order. To the stacks, it's obvious, and yes, I did notice you were using my books." Draco Malfoy smirked, leaning back on his chair precariously, before springing lightly and gracefully to his feet.
Hermione sprung to her feet, less catlike - more of a flowing surge - "I only did that because you used mine first! And I needed to know about the witchhazel's interactions with ambergris!"
"Just then, did you?" Draco Malfoy smirked, as he turned and walked towards a disused portion of the library. Granger trotted along after him, unused to the quick (yet elegant) walking gait of a Malfoy.**
They reached the next to last row of stacks, and Malfoy walked to the end, pretending to look around, before pulling a book right over Granger's head (his hand brushed her surprisingly soft hair, and he instantly tucked away the memory of her shaken face.)
"What, you didn't think I'd taken you back here to touch you, did you?" Draco smirked beneath a scowl. Not giving her a chance to protest, he said coldly, "Here, read this." And strode back the way he came.
Hermione took one look at the book, and caught easily up to him (naughty girl, running in the library!). "Why are you giving me this? What sort of a trick is it?"
"First of all, I don't need to trick you to win. Malfoys always do, you know." Draco Malfoy said, hiding a smile behind his normal impassive face. "It's just not sporting when you can't argue that the sky's blue and win the argument."
With that, Draco Malfoy turned to leave, as Hermione Granger called after him, "Since when have Slytherins cared about sporting?!" Silence, of course, was the only answer.
[a/n: gosh. even easy, short interactions turn long with these two. Anyone got a clue what Draco's up to? Read and Review, if you want more...]
**It's surprisingly quiet. And dainty.