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                                                                        Chapter 7

            "You know Hermione you really don't need to go to the library tonight.  The essay isn't due till next week."  Harry protested trying to get her to change her mind.

            "I know that Harry.  It's just that I want to get it done so that I don't have to worry about finishing it this weekend.  Remember it's our first visit to Hogsmeade on Saturday."

            "True, but we have the whole rest of the week to finish it.  It's only Monday."  Ron piped up.

            "I know that too Ron, but I just want to get it done.  I have nothing else to do."  Harry opened his mouth to object again but Hermione was quicker, "Harry, Ron just stop trying to convince me to stay here.  Ok?  I am going to go to the library whether you like it or not!"  She smiled sweetly at them, turned on her heel and left the Gryffindor Common Room.

            "You know Ron, she's quite the debater."  Harry said quietly. 

            "Yeah I know, we're obviously are no match for her.  We lose every time."  Ron responded staring at the spot where Hermione moments ago had been standing.  "Well, are you up for another game of Exploding Snap?"

            "Yeah your on!" Harry replied with sudden excitement.

"The library, it's just another one of the many things those boys don't understand about me.  They get so annoying; they try and persuade me out of doing things I clearly want to do.  Ron and Harry still don't think I have a mind of my own, they don't think I can make my own decisions.  I am the top of my class and they still think I am not capable of taking care of myself.  They are such male chauvinists; they think a girl should be told exactly what to do and when to do it.  The girls should listen to their every word.  They say, "Jump!" and she should say, "How high?"    It just infuriates me sometimes!"  She went on like this grumbling to herself as she walked down the deserted hallways.

She finally reached her destination, the library.  She pulled open one of the large lumber doors to reveal a magnificent, area.  She stepped into the library taking a deep breath and inhaling the brilliant aroma of old and new books alike.  She loved the place; it was like her second home. 

It was a large circular room with seven smaller rooms extending from it.  In the middle of the round room sat Madame Pinces' desk.  Encompassing  her desk was a dozen burgundy, extremely comfortable armchairs and a couple of couches.  Running along a few sections of the back wall, in between the entrances to the extended rooms, were long wooden tables with timber stools. They were used mostly for writing or studying.

The seven connected  rooms were used to sort the books, so they would be easier to find.  The rooms were basically separated in to subjects, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures (which are put together under one subject), History of Magic and Potions.  There then was a room for smaller subjects such as, Muggle Studies, Ancient Runes, Divination and Arithmacy.  The last room was the Restricted Section, only students with a signed pass from a teacher was allowed to scan through those books.

                        Hermione strolled into the library, waved at Madame Pince and walked over to the far left were the History of Magic section was located.  She figured she would start there.  She walked up the few steps and began searching through the titles trying to find one that might have to do with Dragon's Blood. 

            Draco Malfoy sauntered into the library.  He nodded at Madame Pince then made his way over to the History of Magic section.  If there were any major accomplishments having to do with Dragon's Blood it would be in that section.  And if there wasn't, then he had no idea what he was going to do.  He sighed heavily and walked up the couple of steps leading in to the small area.  He then stopped dead in his tracks when he saw who was also present in the History of Magic section, Granger.

            "Great, as if I didn't know that Granger would be here.  She practically lives in the library.  But, of course she would be working on the same exact essay I am.  At least she has friends to hang with, why isn't she with them.  She should consider herself lucky.  I, on the other hand, have nothing  better to do then my homework.  I had better do my school- work or like my father said quote, "Let's put it this way boy, if you don't get top grades this year, there will be dire consequences." Unquote.  That's just how my father is, he thinks if he threatens me enough he will scare into actually doing better.  That's what he thinks."  Draco was jolted out of his thoughts when someone lightly tapped him on the shoulder.

            "Malfoy?" a feminine voice said his name.  He wheeled around to come face to face with Granger.

            "What?" he snapped.

            "Well, I was just wondering if you had had any luck finding a book on Dragon's Blood?  At least I am assuming that's what you're here for."

            "No, actually I haven't.  I just got here."

            "Oh," Her face fell.  "It's just that I am having a lot of trouble finding a book on it."

            "Well," he retorted, "If  Potter and Weasel hadn't gotten Snape furious at them, then we wouldn't be stuck doing this stupid essay!  Now there would we?"

            "Well, no, but it doesn't matter now, because we are stuck doing it anyway."  Hermione shot back.

            "Fine whatever Granger, now would you be so kind as to leave me alone?"

            "Wait Malfoy, one question."  Malfoy looked at her pleading face.

            "Fine, what?"

            "Why have you been acting so differently this year?  You haven't called me "mudblood" or say any rude comments to Ron or Harry.  You don't hang around with Crabbe and Goyle, I don't even see Pansy hanging all over you.  You seem really quiet and I haven't even seen you smirk.  What's gong on?"

            "Ok, first of all Mudblood," Draco emphasized 'mudblood' as he spoke, "It's none of your business what's going on in my life, secondly it shouldn't matter to you why I don't hang around with those blubbering idiots.  Plus, I haven't at all been quiet and how is this for a smirk?"  He then shot her one of the best smirks he could muster. "Now, leave me alone Granger."  And with that Malfoy turned around and stomped out of the library slamming the huge lumber doors behind him resulting in a loud echo that filled the huge room.  Madame Pince scowled at the door were Draco had just moments ago been standing.

            "Well that was certainly entertaining."  Hermione let out a small chuckle.  "He wasn't very open now there was he? There is obviously  something that Malfoy is trying to hide.. But what?"  And with that last thought Hermione continued her search for a text that contained something about the stupid Dragon's Blood.

A/N: Ok, I know this chapter was not one of the longest I have ever written but Hermione and Draco finally 'conversed' like she wasn't supposed to.  LOL, that is if you remember in the 2nd chapter, but anyways I know it was a tad short but I think it had some good stuff in it, so please, R&R, Thanks!!!!!!!!!

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