Hogwarts Library Card
*Slam*
Draco threw his leather book bag onto Hermione’s table in the library. She was always there.
“Granger,” he growled.
“What is it, Malfoy?”, she said without looking up from her notes.
He pointed to the open text in front of her. “I need that book for Potions.”
She sniffed, “You’ll have to wait just like everyone. It isn’t due yet.”
“I need it for NEWTs.”
Hermione scoffed. “So do I! The world doesn’t revolve around you.” With a flick of her wand, all of her books snapped shut, including the one that Draco had his eye on. She shuffled, gathering everything to her chest quickly.
“If I don’t get up my marks, my father—“, he stopped talking.
“Alright there, Hermione?” Ron peeked his head around a shelf. She had banished Ron and Harry to a faraway table, because they were discussing quidditch. Seeing Draco, Ron gave him the two-finger salute. "What's the ferret want?"
"Nothing you have, Weasley."
“I’m fine. Just going to study in the common room.” Hermione stuck out her tongue at Draco.
Draco sneered at her.
Three days later.
While getting to his regular seat in Potions, Draco found a brown paper package wrapped in a bow.
"You have an admirer?" Theo nudged him in his ribs.
Draco shrugged. "Maybe it's Pansy. She's been hinting at the Ball again."
"A bit minimalist for Parkinson," Theo said before looking through his knapsack.
He undid the string to find the text, Advanced Potion-Making. His eyes snapped up and scoured the room to find the bushy haired swot. She was, as always, sitting at the front of the class.
Hermione never turned around.