It was a month into the school year and I was swamped with homework.
I sighed as I tucked my legs underneath me and scribbled edits over my essay for my Magical History class, which was incredibly boring.
I was in my favourite corner of the library, tucked away from everyone else so I could have some peace and quiet. I tend to get distracted easily.
I was almost done my correction when a smooth voice broke my concentration.
I looked up, only to be met with stone cold eyes staring down at me.
I scrunched up my nose and raised my eyebrows.
"What do you want Malfoy?" I asked.
I didn't have time for him or his mind games at the moment.
I knew about his ongoing feud with my brother and his friends and I did not want to get involves. I had enough to worry about. I had to do well in order to keep on track to becoming a healer.
I had toyed with the idea of pursuing a career as an auror, but I felt a pull to the medical magic.
"It appears that you are in my favourite spot." he snapped.
He looked annoyed, but then again, that seemed to be his usual expression.
I nodded, urging him to get on with it.
"What I'm trying to say is, go away." he said.
I rolled my eyes.
"I should be the one saying that." I countered.
"I don't have time for this Weasel. I need to maintain my spot as top of the class."
"After Hermione." I smirked.
He didn't respond to that remark and sighed.
"This is my spot." he said again.
"Don't you have a whole room to yourself? You're Head Boy aren't you?"
"I like this spot." he said again.
"You sure are persistent." I groaned.
"Does that mean you'll go, because I really need to…"
"Holy Harpy Malfoy get a clue." I snapped.
He looked taken aback. He must not be used to being refused things, even if it is just a quiet spot in the library.
"Fine then. I'll have to share."
And with that, he plopped himself down beside me and pulled out a pile of books.
I turned back to my essay.
After a while, I realized Malfoy was reading over my shoulder.
"Do you mind?"
"You aren't the most eloquent of writers."
"It's magical history, not an epic battle scene." I replied.
"Add more of your opinion, this essay sounds like the rubbish they write in the textbooks."
"That's exactly what I was going for!" I explained sarcastically.
After he got back to his own work, I ended up rewriting some of the essay with his advice in mind.
After an hour of silent work, I had come to enjoy Malfoy's company. As irritable as his unasked for comments about my work were, he was a pleasant study partner if any.
We even walked to dinner together.
Maybe Malfoy wasn't so bad…