If she hated the elder Malfoys" idea of art, however, she loved their library.  She turned in a slow circle and looked around as a smile took over her face. The room stood two stories high with windows and the doors Draco had mentioned along one wall. The rest held floor-to-ceiling books. A freestanding card catalog flirted with her, and she ran her fingers along the oak with utter pleasure.   A flash along the window pulled her eye, and she looked out to see the boys fly by.  They soared along against the sky, one swooping down to the ground in a sudden drop that was probably far more dangerous than either would admit, only to pull up at the last minute.  She doubted that had had anything to do with catching the Snitch.  They were trying to outdo one another.