            The lift carried her upwards. She was alone, thankfully, and able to scratch at her bum beneath the shapeless black, wool dress. Though her sweeping plum robes covered the itchy garment, Hermione had chosen it carefully. If she was going to be at Lucius’s library this Monday evening, and if she did for some reason have to take off her robes, she wanted no hint at her body underneath. For whatever reason, Lucius Malfoy had taken an interest in her. She wouldn’t allow it any further than intellectual, on his part. Better to look as drab as she could, and no one could insinuate anything...dirtier.