A/N: Here is chapter three. I'm really getting into this story. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

The next day began much the same. Although I was not penalized for waking up late, thank goodness for Saturdays. It was the first time the first day of classes fell on a Friday. It allowed me to get a jump start on the task the Dark Lord had given me. So, the whole day was spent in the library.

I got up and went about my morning routine as usual, although I choose to skip breakfast. I just wasn't hungry, hardly ever was these days. I was developing nausea as well. The thought of the task I had would make me stomach turn. Even though I had no clue how I would kill Dumbledore, I knew I had to do it anyway. For my mother's sake.

I didn't know how I would kill him, but I did know how to get my cover inside. A magical cupboard. Used by deatheaters back in the day it could transport you from one cupboard to the next without the aurors ever knowing you were there. I found one outside the school now i just needed one on the inside. One that worked. Easier said than done.

These were just a few of the many thoughts running trough my head as I searched the library's shelves. They were so bothersome that I didn't notice the person sitting on the floor until it was too late.

I tripped and tumbled forward, managing to hi my head on the stone floor. "What the hell?" I exclaimed. Under me something started to move. It was then that I realized it was a person who I had fallen over. ""Why are you on the damn floor?" I fumed. "Haven't you ever heard of a table?"

Whoever It was crawled out from under me as I stood up. "I'm sorry. I just get so into my books that I sometimes forget where I am." A pause. "Oh, its just you, Malfoy."

I stopped brushing the dust from my robes and looked up. "Granger!" I bent and picked up the book she was reading. "Sorry, that was rude of me to say."

She scrutinized me. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because we are study partners." I lied as I handed her the book.

"That doesn't explain why right now." She folded her arms over the book, holding it to her chest.

"You would prefer I be mean to you?"

"Well, no. Not exactly." Her shoes had just become the most interesting thing in the world. "Look, I just have too much on my mind right now and your head games are not helping."

"Head games me?" I faked a hurt look. "I would never do such a thing."

She put the book back on the shelf and turned back to me. "Oh, please. A cocky ferret like you gets nothing but joy out of the torment of others."

I shrugged. "Yeah, I can be a bully, but there is more to me than you know."

"More than I will ever care to know." she pulled out her wand, "Acio, History of Magical Objects." A rather large leather-bound volume floated down from a shelf just out of reach.

"So what kind of objects are you researching?" I asked as the book fell into her waiting arms.

"I don't think that is really any of your concern, Malfoy." She headed out of the seemingly endless maze of shelves and took a seat at an empty table.

"Maybe I can help." I sat down across from her. "I was raised around them after all. And there are some that I find very fascinating."

"One of those things I didn't know?" She open the book to the first page.

"Yes, actually." All of the information having been learned while learning about the cupboard,of course.

A group of Gryifindor girls walked by, staring and whispering as they passed. Granger maneuvered her book to hide her face. "Do I embarrass you?"

"To be frank, yes you do."

"And why, may I ask, is that?"

She still hid her face from vein. "Because I'm a Gryifindor and you are a Slyitherin."

I leaned across the table, causing the legs of my chair to make a scraping sound on the stone floor. This in turn made her jump. She must have been expecting me to lash out at her, but instead I just pulled the book down so she would look me in the eyes. " You never struck me as the type to buy into stereotypes so easily."

She just stared back out me. She was such a knockout. Those eyes looking like they could see into the essence of my soul. Worse was that I was close enough to smell her perfume. Vanilla and honey. My pants were growing increasingly uncomfortable with every moment I spent this close to her. "You're too smart for that."

She blushed and, just for a moment, looked like she didn't hate me, but then she said. " Surely you had another reason for coming to the library than just to hit on me."

"Actually, I did. " I settled back into my chair. "Seeing you was a nice bonus though."

She laughed. "That cocky ferret disappeared for a minute there."

I grinned. "See? I told you there was more to me."

"Still don't want to know it though." She was mocking me.

"You never know, you might change your mind." I pushed back my chair and stood up, intending to return to my research. But before I did, I had to try one more thing. "I still want to earn my grade, and that starts with those ingredients."

"Fine." She sighed. "Tomorrow. Four O' clock. The Great Hall."

I nodded. "I'll be there."