Draco had managed to shake Blaise off by telling him he was going to the library. Blaise would never be caught dead in Madam Pince’s domain. He wandered up and down the stacks, not sure of what to do. He’d brought his books with him but he wasn’t sure he could concentrate on his work. He just needed the solitude and quiet. His head turned at whispers and giggles and he looked down towards the end of the long aisle just in time to see a shock of red hair and familiar bushy curls pass by. The Weasley girl and Granger, giggling together. He cautiously walked up to the end of the aisle and peered around the corner. 