Quickly forming a plan, she stood from the table and left the alcove. Stepping between a few shelves where she could just barely see the space between books, she pointed her wand and cast a quiet Finite Incantatem towards the spot where she imagined Draco sat, and her breath caught in her throat as he was revealed to her. Sitting on the floor, one leg bent with his arm resting over his knee, and the other leg straightened out across the floor. His head was tilted back against the bookshelf and his eyes were closed. If she didn’t know better she thought he might be asleep. She quickly cast a a few protection charms on the alcove to hide it from view and repel other students from coming too close. Madam Pince would notice if she came near, but seeing as it was Saturday afternoon, Hermione knew that she would usually go visit the Headmistress or Madam Pomfrey for tea. 