            "That would be good, thank you." Just in case he was about to lean over even further to reach the other tomes, Hermione abruptly stood. She gathered the books in her arms and spun around, only to find Lucius’s hands waiting. When his fingers beckoned, she relented. "Er, thanks," she mumbled, pushing the stack into his arms. When he finished placing the books on the credenza, Lucius turned to her. Watching her. Waiting? Hermione shifted her weight. Her eyes slid towards the door. "I should go."