"So you say," Draco said, puffing out laughter. "The sight of you picking out books always did something to me. I watched you in the library a few times that last year, you know. You never knew, but I thought sometimes you might have sensed me there. Always barely restraining myself from pulling you into the stacks and claiming you then and there. That far back, I could have done it easily and made sure nobody could find us."