 Only a couple of students were in the library at this time of the evening, and sure enough, one of them was Hermione Granger. Draco passed behind a couple of rows of bookshelves so that she wouldn’t see him come in, and then stood right in her line of vision, leaning against a bookshelf. He watched her with his arms crossed at his chest and he couldn’t help but smile to himself at how dorky she was, mouthing the words to herself as she read, frowning or raising her eyebrows at the more difficult parts.