I feel like Im so behind with this story, but my brain keeps spiting out one-shot ideas when turn out really good, but im back to this story i like how this chapter turned out enjoy:

Hermione looked around the library. It was much bigger than she thought it would be. She still couldn't believe that Draco Malfoy was allowing her to enter the room that had taken generations to fill.

After she had finished her tea she had asked if she could go back to her house to change before going to the library. She didn't know why she asked, she had already know that she could leave that anytime. But it just seemed proper to ask. After she had asked he led her to the floo room. Without much hesitation she entered and went home.

Quickly she showered and got dressed. She also grabber her wand, placing it in her pocket. After brushing her hair she quickly went back, hoping that the offer still stood.

Once she had come back she noticed that Malfoy had taken his chance to also get dressed. He was now wearing a black dress shirt and dress pants. 'Of course those would be his day cloths, he's Draco Malfoy!' She thought after seeing it.

He seemed to have been board. Without saying anything he began to walk away. Hermione noticing he quickly walked after him. Walking behind quietly. She didn't really know how to act around him. After all she and him had been at each other's throats for years.

After about five minutes of walking, he stopped in front of the door of the library. He pushed it open and let her in first.

The minute she walked in her eyes grew huge. The library was huge. No that was an understatement. It was bigger than any room she had been in. Well with the exception of the Hogwarts Library. She gave a small smile.

''You can start anywhere you want.'' She jumped at the sound of his voice. ''But be weary Father had a habit of setting traps around things he thought to be important. I think I got all of them but I could have missed a few.'' He too looked around the library.

Hermione pushed what hair fell in her face. ''Thank you for the warning.'' She said before going to the book case. Slowly she began to look through the books. Most she had never even heard of before. Some were externally hard to find. She looked over at Draco to see that he was also looking through the books. For her or for him she wasn't sure.

Noticing that there were books almost to the ceiling she took a couple of steps back. One book stood out and she wanted it. Looking around she found a latter that moved around the room. She wasn't one to use magic for every little thing. So she was pleased to find that the latter was here.

Carefully she made her way up the latter to the book. She was about to grab it. But one thing she didn't expect was a painting to be right next to her.

''You there! Who are you!'' She about fell from the step she was on. She looked at the painting. She pointed to her chest. The painting nodded. ''Yes you, girl with the brown frizzy hair!''

She gulped. ''I-I'm Hermione Granger.'' She said nervously. The painting stroked his chin. He seemed deep in thought. Hermione took in his features. No doughty he was related to Draco. His hair was the same white color, his eyes also the same color.

He looked back to her. ''Granger, Granger, I do not know that name,'' He started. ''Is it possible that you're a granddaughter?'' He asked her.

Hermione blushed. ''Oh no, I mean no, I'm not related to the Malfoy's in anyway.'' She said still nervous.

Again he looked over her. ''Is it possible that no one has spoken to me in that long, that someone out of the family has moved into my old home?'' He asked more to himself than anyone.

Hermione frowned. She was finding it harder to find that this man was related to the Malfoy's. He was much to kind.

''Who are you talking to up there Granger?'' She looked down at Draco. He was standing that the bottom of the steps.

She looked back to the painting. ''Is it ok if I move you to the floor? It will be easier to talk there.'' She asked him.

He looked at her with shook. ''No one has ever thought to ask a painting how they felt about being moved.'' He said with a frown, but then smiled. ''Of course dear girl you can move me.'' Hermione couldn't help but smile back.

Carefully she took her wand out of her pocket. She said a spell and he began to float down. Hermione set him down before going down herself.

Draco stood confused by the painting. ''What are you doing Granger?'' He asked her. She shrugged.

''He was kind and I was having a nice conversation with him. But standing on the latter gets boring.'' She said simply. She turned back to the painting. Picking him up and setting him on the table that was up agent the wall. It was easier to prop him up this way.

''Are you sure I don't know you? You look familiar.'' He said to Hermione.

''I'm sure after all I'm a muggle born.'' She said knowing that would end his kindness.

He shook his head. ''No I'm sure I've seen bushy hair like your before.'' He gave a nod of his head. Hermione was taken aback by that. After hearing her blood statues he was still kind.

Draco stepped in. ''How long have you been up there?'' He asked the man.

''Oh about 100 years, maybe a little shorter, I'm not sure.'' He turned back to Hermione. ''It's irritating that I can't place you.'' He said annoyed. ''And as for you Miss Granger, I don't care about blood statues. Well not yours anyway you look to familiar and until I can place your face I won't be judging you.'' He said firmly.

This left Hermione and Draco in a state of confusion.

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