She could tell he was teasing, so she merely rolled her eyes at him. "Well now that I  do  know, you’re never getting rid of me," she declared, gazing longingly at all the books, her fingers practically itching to open one. She made her way down the row, noting that all the titles seemed to be about Magizoology, and headed for the next shelf. The echo of footsteps told her that Malfoy was following, but she was unprepared for him to sidle right up behind her when she stopped to examine a particularly interesting title. She jumped as she felt the heat of his chest on her back, and she whirled to find him well within her personal space.