Her immediate look of relief sent a zing through him. He wondered why she was so desperate to have this particular table.She was still just looking at him, not speaking, but it didn’t look like it was because she didn’t want to, it looked like she was lost in thought, almost had a glassy look to her eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed. Finally she spoke."Th-Thanks Malfoy." With a slight nod of her head, she scooted past him towards her preferred chair.He finished clearing up his parchments and books, and stepped away, starting towards the exit but something held him back. He couldn’t get the image of her face, flushing with relief when he said she could have the table. He turned and shuffled down between some stacks, finding a spot where he could peek through to see where she was pulling out her quill and parchments.He watched for a bit, as she finished setting everything out, and then she stilled. He stared, entranced as she sat still with her hands in her lap, leaned slightly forward towards the table, taking deep breaths. He wondered a bit if she was ok. Suddenly she looked up, peering around the library quickly, and then reached back into her bag. Pulling out a strange green object and quickly tucking it up under her skirt. It was cylindrical with a fat flat base, looking a bit like the consistency of a jelly slug. His mouth dropped open. She couldn’t be - could she?Granger seemed to be rooting around under her skirt, squirming a bit in her seat, her knees parted and it was obvious her hand was between her legs. Just as quickly as it started, she had her hand back on top of the table, reaching for her wand. She held it for just a few seconds, rocking back and forth in her seat. A quick swish of her wand and a small quirk of a smile on her face, she exhaled in a way that seemed like her whole body was relaxing.