Draco woke up late the next day, so he hurried to change into his school uniform. He grabbed his Potions book and the parchment he was using for his homework for the class and stuffed the items into his school bag. Once he was packed, he left for the Great Hall for breakfast.

When he arrived there, he found that he wasn't the only one to sleep in. A small number of students were scattered all around the Great Hall. He saw some students eating with their friends from other Houses. That was the neat thing about the weekend, since there wasn't a set schedule, like there was during the school week; everyone went about on their own schedule. Which meant that seating in the Great Hall was usually free game for students to sit where they pleased.

Draco settled at the far end of the Slytherin table, close to the door, so that he could run as soon as he was done eating. He made himself a small plate of bacon and eggs, which he consumed rather quickly. Then, he was off to the library. Draco planned on using his unfinished Potions homework as an excuse to go up to the library, so that he could check on Hermione.

As he entered the library, he found that it was as eerily quiet as always. Madame Pince was sitting at her desk, sorting through papers. He could barely hear the faint whispers of students that were there for various reasons. Draco made his way through a couple dozen bookshelves before he reached Hermione's favorite study area.

Sure enough, as he came around the corner, there sat Hermione with, as usual, her nose in a book. She was so engrossed with what she was reading that she didn't seem to notice that he was standing there.

What else is new? He thought with a silent chuckle.

She had her hair pulled back into a braid and, also, was wearing a thin black headband. She was sitting with her elbows resting on the arms of her chair, holding her book up, covering most of her face. The only exception was her brown eyes. They were exposed as they kept moving back and forth across the page. Draco tilted his head to the side to read the name of the book. Judging by the title, he knew she wasn't reading school material. In fact, it sounded like it belonged in the Romance genre. Even the expression on Hermione's face said that she was reading something dreamy.

"Hermione Granger?" Draco whispered, trying to get her attention.

Hermione jumped at the sound of his voice. Then, she quickly tried to hide the novel she had been reading and pulled out a random school book from her bag, on the desk, to try to cover the novel.

"H-hey Draco," she stammered as she was frantically trying to set up a quick study area, she apparently wasn't expecting anyone to come looking for her, "What brings you up here?"

"Potions." he answered as he pulled his bag off of his shoulder and set it down on the floor. He really didn't need to come up here to do his homework. He only needed to add a few more terms to the parchment and it would be done, but he wasn't going to tell Hermione that. He grabbed a chair and sat down next to her. "And to see how you were doing today."

"I'm fine." she answered, fidgeting with a paper.

"Bit of light reading?" Draco asked, looking towards the novel that was still in sight, despite Hermione's quick attempt to hide it. Hermione usually didn't read anything fiction. She liked the straight facts. He figured she might be running out of non-fiction to read.

"Yea." she replied, her voice sounded far away.

Hermione turned and looked out the window. Draco followed to see what had caught her attention outside. He could see the Quidditch Pitch and saw that the Gryffindor team was practicing for their upcoming game against Slytherin.

"Draco?" Hermione slowly turned back to face him with a serious expression on her face as he reached for his book and a few pieces of parchment.

"What is it, Hermione?" he said, setting his things on the desk.

"Well, can I ask you a…personal question?" she asked. Her hand dropped down to her bag, and then her fingers grazed the binding of her novel. Her eyes followed the trail of her hand.

"Yea, sure." he said, pretending to work on his homework.

Hermione turned her body to face him, placing her hands in her lap.

"If you…say, if you really liked…someone a lot," she hesitated, rolling her thumbs over one another, "How would you…you go about telling them?"

Draco stared at his book, not focusing on the words. He was trying to find his voice to answer her, but couldn't. He was thankful that he was sitting, because he was sure that he would have hit the floor if she asked him that while standing.

How can I give advice on that if I can't even do it myself?

"What brings this about?" he asked, trying to fight the funny feeling that was building in his stomach. At least his voice wasn't as shaky as he felt. He was grateful for that.

Hermione let out an exasperated sigh.

"Nevermind, just been…thinking about stuff," she said as she turned back to the desk, "Maybe I'll just ask Luna about it."

As happy as Draco was that Hermione had another friend, especially one that was a girl, so that they could talk about this kind of stuff, he had a feeling that Luna wouldn't be much help in this particular field. Not that he would ever admit this to Hermione though. Now, if Hermione had a…what was it again…a Nargle problem, whatever a Nargle was, then Luna would have the perfect solution to fix it.

After all, it was a well known fact that Luna's father wrote for the Quibbler. It was similar to the Daily Prophet. You could find top stories of the wizarding world in there. But, different from the Prophet, the Quibbler also covered stories of strange creature sightings. This was where Draco figured the story of the Nargles came from.

"Well, just be cautious when you ask her," he warned her, "She might think that Nargles did something to your brain." He was trying to lighten the awkward mood.

Then, Draco reached up his hand and placed it on her shoulder. He, himself, was being cautious with his next move.

"But being serious, if I wanted to tell someone that I really liked them…" Draco paused, waiting for her to look at him before he would continue; she turned her head towards him, and "I'd want to make sure it was the perfect moment."

He looked into her warm, chocolate eyes. Suddenly, the moment felt as perfect as any to Draco.

"Hermione, I-"

"Hermione?" a dreamy voice, which had drowned out Draco's own, called out from not too far from where he and Hermione sat.

"Over here, Luna." Hermione replied back to the voice.

Then, a girl came around the corner. She had long, blonde hair that reached down to her waist. In her arms, she held the latest edition of the Quibbler. Most of her face was covered by a strange pair of, what looked to be glasses. The rims were jagged, like an explosion. The actual lenses, which had a sort of silver shade to them, looked as if they could spin. On the outermost part of the jagged rims, set something that looked like antennae-like receivers. The girl smiled as she entered the study area.

"Oh, Hermione, I was wonder if I could ask for your assistance with something?" Luna asked.

"Sure," Hermione said with a smile for her friend, "What do you need?"

"Umm…" she said as she turned her head down to look at her feet. Draco and Hermione did the same. They saw that her feet were bare. Apparently, it was a running gag in the Ravenclaw House to take Luna's things and hid them in various places over the school. Draco thought it was rather stupid and immature.

"Oh, ok," Hermione said, "As long as Draco doesn't need any help with his homework." She looked back to see if he did.

"No, I'm good." he replied as he pretended to get back to work.

So, Hermione gathered up her books and put them in her bag. Then, she threw her bag up on her shoulder. Draco had to stand up to let her out. As she passed, he could smell something floral.

Wait! When did she start wearing perfume?

"I'll see you later." she said, once she was out of the study area and had joined Luna.

"Yea, ok." he sat back down and grabbed his quill.

Hermione waved good-bye, and then she and Luna went off on their new mission. He waved at the air where she had just been standing. Then, laid his head down on the desk.

You have some damn good timing there, Luna.

After a moment or so, he sat back up, put away the clean parchment that he pulled out in front of Hermione and got the parchment that he had actually done his homework on and finished up the last few things that it needed. Then, he gathered up his things and left the library.

Draco made his way through the castle to the Ground floor. He went outside and headed towards the Quidditch Pitch. He was planning doing something about the way his friends acted last night. As he approached the field, he could see the Gryffindor team heading towards the ground. He knew that meant practice was over for the day.

Perfect. He thought as he picked up the pace of his step.

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