Draco gulped, swallowing thickly, as she turned around- walking away. Her feet moved against the tiles of the library, stopping every few seconds at each shelf. Her eyes peered around the books stacked up, looking for one that she could take. The truth was, she wanted to take them all, every book she came across was a favourite, each and everyone was a classic. She hummed in delight as she reached the staircase. Beside it was another shelf. The brownish colour was faded- it looked old and dusty compared to the rest of the library, but it reminded her of her own bookshelf at home- The one her mother bought her on her tenth birthday. Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes, but she pushed them away before they could fall down her face. She didn't think Mr.Malfoy would ever keep something so old. She paused for a moment remembering his love for ancient architecture and artifacts. Very much like her, he held a liking for classic items.