"Draco?" Hermione called as she walked into the cool room, looking appreciatively at the tall library stacks that filled the large room. "Drake?" She walked toward his office door, she could check there first, but she was caught about the waist and pulled into the stacks. She shrieked in surprise as Draco pinned her against the shelves. She looked up at him in astonishment. Merlin, how many times had she imagined a scenario like this in her school days? Her heart pounded as he trapped her between his arms, his body pressing her against the books. "What has a beautiful witch like yourself wandering the library so late?" he said in her ear, the deep spicy scent of bergamot filling her head, his lips grazing the soft skin just under her ear making her blood rush and the air turn to fire in her lungs.