Hermione flipped through her textbook, trying to figure out what Nirnroot was.
Sighing, she closed the book, giving up on potions.
"Need some help?" Ron questioned, making Hermione roll her eyes.
"No. Now leave me alone dimwit." Hermione said, slamming her book down onto the desk.
"¡Oye! ¡Quédese callada, señorita Granger!" The librarian said, making Hermione flinch.
"Lo siento, intentaré estar más callado." Hermione said, picking the book up and walking down the isle of bookcases where she found it. She then slipped it back into the empty slot, adjusting her bag on her shoulders before walking gracefully to the table, where Harry sat, reading a book on broom flying.
It was third year and Harry had been studying like crazy with his flying abilities. Hermione still couldn't fly as well as Harry.
It was Harry's strong suit. Just like transfiguration was Hermione's. Ron's was potions. He knew potions pretty well. Snape still hated him though, sterner than ever with Ron.
It disappointed Snape that Ron was doing so well. No one liked Ron. No one even wanted to speak with him except for his brothers and sister.
"Draco Malfoy and his stupid hair." Harry muttered, seeing Draco walk into the library. Hermione couldn't decide how to feel when he looked at her. Her heart was warm at the thought of Draco actually paying attention to her.
She had had a small crush on him for a while. He didn't know that, of course.
Little did Hermione know... He liked her as well.