Pale digits tapped against the strong binding of a thick green book as the holder tried to find the exact place it belonged. Finally, the book was placed where it belonged. Dark eyes flipped over to the generic white and black clock to find that it was three thirty in the afternoon. Will had been driving Hermione back and forth to and from school until she could get her Green Card and get her own license and had told her to meet him back at the music room at three forty five. Apparently he was going to be working on the next assignment in there.

Hermione had decided that as one of her first duties as the librarian, she was going to completely reorganize the library according to the Dewey Decimal System, since the previous librarian hadn't been keeping up with such a method. Yes, the job could have been done within a matter of minutes had she pulled out her wand and said a couple of relocation spells, but she had to keep the magic to a minimum. That kind of job would take a good load of magic and she didn't want anyone locating her by her overuse of magic, especially in a place that is so consumed by muggles.

Throwing her dark satchel bag over her shoulder, Hermione tapped it a couple of times with her short fingernails.

If they tracked me anywhere, they should still be searching Australia. They don't know about Will, and my mum wouldn't tell them where I am if they found my parents. Would she? No, that's prosperous. They don't even care too much that I'm their daughter, why would they lead my friends in the right direction to find me?

The brunette threw her thoughts away and walked out of the library, locking it, the muggle way, as she left. Walking down the quiet halls of McKinley High School, she began to relive her day to herself. She chuckled when she got to the visit from Puck. She had seen the muscular male take the book from the student who had been studying and did the quick spell to put the book back into the proper owners hands. Watching the reaction was something of pure brilliance.

Hanging around Fred and George for so long had definitely rubbed off slightly on her.

As she starting to think of Fred and George a sinking feeling came over her. She began to think of the world and the friends she left behind when she left to go find her parents in Australia. Running away was normally not in her character, but she had reason for doing what she did. She knew that Ron and Harry would follow her and accompany her, but she was afraid of what would happen if she didn't return. What if she never found her parents? How would Molly react to her son and his two best friends (who had become her own themselves) were gone forever? What would happen if something happened to them along the way? Sure, they hadn't been fighting a war anymore but there was always the fluke accident to worry about.

No. She certainly couldn't let them come along with her, no matter how much she had wished them to have come along. So, she ran away with just a letter to the Weasley's and Harry on what she was doing and instructions to not try and find her. Of course she added her love, especially to a certain specific Weasley. Hermione's heart ached more and more as she walked, but was soon interrupted by a very unexpected source. A boy and a girl singing… Beautifully.

It was a wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh who would ever want to be king?

Hermione couldn't be sure who had been sung the song, but it still brought her in to examine what was happening. The sound pulled her into the auditorium and she stood there for a long moment, watching the performance. The brunette recognized the pair was Puck and Rachel.

"You're a little flat on the D cord in the second verse, but over all, you did well, Noah," Rachel said, which seemed to only irritate Puck.

"I'll tell you where you can shove that D cord," he said, through gritted teeth. Hermione walked closer to them, sensing the tension growing thicker with each passing second.

"I think you were both wonderful," she offered. The attention was suddenly on Hermione and she felt that she wasn't supposed to be there, although that didn't stop her from staying rooted in her spot.

"Er," she started, walking onto the stage and getting on the same plane as the others. "I know this isn't any of my business, but, is there something else behind the slightly flat D chord?" Normally, Hermione wouldn't have asked if there wasn't something that needed to be asked or said. Based on the hard expressions on both the teenagers faces, something wasn't right.

"She's banging the enemy!" Puck said suddenly. The brown brow perked suddenly and looked to the side for a moment.

Merlin, that sounds familiar.

Hermione shifted her attention back to the pair in front of her just in time to hear Rachel's defense.

"Jesse is not the enemy! He came to be in school here just so that him and I could be together and that people wouldn't think that he is trying to sabotage us."

"Yeah, okay. Like he wouldn't sell you out for another national title."

"He wouldn't!"

"Kids!" Now that was something odd for Hermione to say. "Just because Jesse is from another school, I don't believe that could completely make him the enemy."

Rachel's lips pulled themselves into a wide, satisfied smile.

"However," Hermione started, which was followed by Rachel's smile to fall.

"I can see where Mr. Puckerman and the rest of your team are coming from. He's a threat. And no one wants to be around a threat." Rachel didn't seem to like what Hermione had to say. She huffed and walked swiftly out of the auditorium. Silently, the librarian and student watched.

"Merlin, her and I are far too alike," she whispered under her breath.

"Merlin?" asked Puck. Dark eyes went wide in fear and turned around to give a plausible explanation.

"It was a thing between my friends and I. We didn't want to fit in, so we said different things." Puck didn't seem too convinced with his brow perked.

"And you are like Rachel?" Puck didn't want to believe that the hot new librarian was like the annoying ex-fling he had.

"When I was younger, I can see a lot of similarities." Puck nodded slowly. They were each seeing a side of the other that they probably shouldn't have but that didn't change that it was happening.

"Have you started reading the book I had you check out?" she asked, clasping her hands behind her body. Puck was in slight shock. He wasn't used to someone whom he barely knew, and wasn't family, care so much as to follow up with him, especially not a teacher kind of figure. He nodded.

"Yeah," he lied, which earned a lofted brow from Hermione.

"Are you lying?"

Something in the back of his head was pushing him to tell her the truth. He couldn't understand what it was. Hermione, on the other hand, was starting to get a little nervous. She had read about a deviant of the Impervius curse and was silently using it on Puck. She wanted, no, she craved the truth out of this young man. The young witch couldn't exactly pin point why, but the urge was there. She wasn't going to fight it. She only had to worry that the amount of magic she was using, couldn't be used to find her.

"Yes," Puck said finally, in disbelief that he had told the truth.

"Read it, you'll enjoy it. I promise," she offered him a soft smile before turning around on her heel and heading back on her way to Will's office. As she walked, she started to seriously think and fall into deep thought.

Hermione wasn't seventeen anymore, and Puck, although he looked it, wasn't twenty-four. Both could feel something in the space they shared made things feel different for the pair, but they wouldn't admit it. Hermione didn't understand why she felt so strangely comfortable around someone who was basically a student of hers, and Puck didn't understand why he wanted to spill all his secrets to the new librarian.

It was something that neither could explain about the other, and something they didn't really want to understand.

It was too dangerous to understand.

A/N: So, it was brought to my attention that I said Poe was a British author. My bad. EEP. I wasn't thinking at that moment. Lol. Anyway, this was a little bit of a filler chapter. It will get better, but I don't know how often I'll be able to update. I love this story, I honestly do, I just need some time to think and write. ILYGUYSFORREVIEWINGANDPUTTINGTHISONSTORYALERTTHOUGH. I honestly do. It makes my heart whole. More reviews are always nice though. Hehe.