Hermione, having grown overly familiar and bored of the selection in Draco’s library, had jumped on his proposal to replenish their stock. He had watched as she had set about going from aisle to aisle, section to section, that analytical gleam in her eye that he loved so well. She hadn’t spoken much for the first half hour of their mission and Draco had largely let her be, preferring to simply watch. She was rather like a hummingbird as she worked, flitting here and there to pick books that intrigued her. As always, her selection was impeccable, and he decided they would make a day of it to add this new stock to the library together. Usually, he might have Pansy do it, but felt this was something Hermione would want to do herself.