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Chapter One: Dazed and On the Run.
Hermione:
Perfect, Hermione thought, just perfect, she had failed to acquire three of books she desperately needed for her Potions assignment and now would she would end up having to suffice with the books she already had at her disposal. No matter though, her work would still be more the sufficient enough for the snarky Professor Snape. With a curt nod to Madame Pince, Hermione set her mind to the next task at hand, how to climb up three flights of stairs with fifteen large books.
Draco:
Draco felt antsy. He wasn't sure why, this had been happening quite a lot lately. He wasn't sure of anything even as he blasted down the halls directly into a brown haired girl. Her books seemed to explode all over the floor. He counted fifteen quickly. Absentmindedly, he picked up a few in a slight effort to help. Who had the time to take so many subjects? "Why are you being nice to me Malfoy?" The girl asked, her tone was incredulous, allowing a bit of venom to seep through. It took a moment to snap from his daze. It was that Granger girl, the Mudblood... Immediately, he recoiled and walked away, disgusted with himself. What would my father say? He asked as he ran to his destination. The door appeared magically from the grayish tan stones. Magically was a word taken for granted he decided, as he opened it quickly, not taking time to study the intricate carvings this time. Weaving his way through the crowed aisles, he was afraid he would never find the cabinet, all too frequently he spent several hours looking for the elusive item. Each time he found it was in a different place... Finally, he approached it. Slowly opening the door with what seemed like the loudest creak recorded in human history; he set the apple on the bottom and closed the door with baited breath.