The next morning Hermione Granger woke up with a smile on her face and a set of books outside her door. She'd squealed embarrassingly loud when she'd realized they were the family journals Malfoy had promised he'd send for. She was practically salivating at the potential of hidden ancient secrets written between their pages. It was unusual for anyone to touch an ancestral journal outside of one's familial line, let alone read them. It was for that reason Hermione had cast a slew of protective enchantments around the books and had decided not to have her usual morning coffee in favor of taking the journals to the terrace. Ginny could suck it, Hermione was spending the day amongst books.