Hermione woke up to the sound of someone shouting her name. Casting a quick tempus charm she groaned, it was seven and she'd been asleep for the past three hours. Heaving herself up she brushed down her rumpled clothes and soon gave up on the lost cause. Heading downstairs she spotted Harry at the bottom, Ron probably already at dinner. "You didn't have to wait." Hermione smiled, Harry always seemed to be the one who cared. Harry gave a tentative smile back, "Yeah well I couldn't just leave you, you might have been hungry.""Ha! Yeah now Ron's probably just ate everything anyway." Hermione giggled, and it wasn't long before the pair were in hysterics at the picture of destruction Ron will have surely created.
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Draco sighed and re-checked his watch for the fourth time. Everyone was already at dinner and he was starving, but he needed to corner Granger. Where was she? Does she not eat? He began to chuckle at the idea of Granger being a book obsessed vampire, maybe she could bite that annoying librarian. He had to choke the laughter back as Granger came into view, but just as he was about to come out of his hiding place that insufferable prat Potter stepped in next to her. Of course, Granger wouldn't be on her own! Mentally kicking himself Draco fell in behind Potter and Granger, making sure to keep some distance. Once entering the great hall Draco went and sat in his usual place next to Blaise. "Where have you been?" The Italian asked. When he only received a shrug he carried on, "Well you better hurry and get something to eat because Vince and Greg have nearly demolished the lot." Looking up Draco found it unsurprising when Blaise's comment was true. Most of the plates and bowls on the Slytherin table were empty and both Greg and Vince were looking very happy with themselves. All that seemed to be left was some sprouts and a bowl of mashed potato. "Doesn't matter," Draco murmured, "I'm not really hungry." His eyes rested on the Gryffindor table, sending telepathic curses towards Granger for not being alone. Then as if his prayers were answered Granger got up and left the table...alone. Draco immediately got up and turned to a confused Blaise, "I'm not feeling to good, I think i'll go see Pomphrey." Before waiting for a reply Draco was walking towards the entrance, hot on the heels of Granger. It wasn't long before he recognised where she was going. The library, again. He wondered why she didn't just sleep there. Sliding behind a statue he waited while she went in not wanting to raise suspicion. Three minutes later he glided through the doors, careful for his face to remain blank. Spotting Granger sitting back in the dusty armchair, he walked over. Just like the first time this didn't disturb her from her reading. Rolling his eyes he casually called out her name, "Granger." She looked up, eyes blinking before they narrowed with suspicion and loathing. "Malfoy."