Hermione once again found herself in the library. She sighed as her hands skimmed across the crisp, white pages scattered with mysterious and unknown words that would soon form a tale in her mind. Wondering over to her favourite armchair in a far corner of the library she sat down and began to read. Soon absorbed by the amusing story within, she failed to notice someone when they stood over her. That is until she heard that all to familiar sneer. "Granger," Malfoy drawled, "funny i should find you here, unable to afford your own books are you?" Hermione sighed and closed the book, she would just have to try and finish it later. "What is it to you Malfoy?" She retorted, "it's not as if I haven't seen you borrow books from the library, in fact, it was just the other week I saw you take out that Jane Austen novel." She watched in satisfaction as the boy began to flush. "Isn't she a muggle?" Hermione asked innocently, "wouldn't want father to hear about that would we?" Malfoy dramatically paled at the mention of his father. "You wouldn't dare!" He growled, unconsciously taking a step forward. At this Hermione stood up so their noses were almost touching. "Watch me," she whispered and pushed past him to put her book back and leave. Malfoy just stood there, mouth open, as the curly haired gryffindork pushed past him. He had been so sure no-one had seen him take out that book and now Granger was threatening to tell his father. Mentally shaking himself he walked out and headed back down to the dungeons. One thing was certain in his mind, he needed a way to shut Granger up.