Wherefore Art Thou, Romeo?

Chapter 7 - Much Ado About Something Because Nothing is Already Being Done

Authors Note:

I did not forget about this fic!!

I started summer classes last week and it's been a pain I have to read 3 chapters every week and take a test every Thursday... that reminds me...I miss everythursday..I hope they are doing ok.

But I promise I have plans for this fic. I hope you enjoy the chapter, we have yet another awkward teenage interaction between our fav ship.

Chapter 7 – Much Ado About Something Because Nothing is Already Being Done

"Stupid play....oh you'd make a good Romeo... "Yeah, right," mumbled Draco as he made his way through the library, running his hand down the shelves, looking discretely for a certain muggle play.

"Pretty little mouth?...stupid, stupid, stupid...she thinks she's all that and a bloody bag of Hufflepuffs, doesn't she?"
He stopped his ramblings as his eyes caught the book with a spine that read 'Shakespeare'. He pulled the book out, flipping it to the front page.

"Much Ado About Nothing? What does that even mean?" He shoved the book back as he grabbed the next one.

"Merchant of Venice? "It sounds excruciatingly boring." He put the second book back neatly on the shelf and grabbed the next.

"A Winter's Tale. "Hmm, that's interesting." He rolled his eyes as he skimmed a few pages of the lengthy dialogue when a name snagged his attention. He smirked at himself.

"Ha. Oh, this is just brilliant. Hermione Granger herself named after a Queen who is written out as having an even temper and self-control. Ha. This is gold. Even-tempered my arse."

He tucked this rather insightful bit of information away in his mind for perhaps a rainy day, or to perhaps provoke the swotty Gryffindor in the near future.

He walked further down the aisle, coming across hundreds of plays, sonnets, and letters.

"How much time did this old man have on his hands, bloody hell?" Draco grabbed his wand, casting a locator spell.

"Appare Vestiguim" The book came hurling towards his face at the speed of a bludger. The Slytherin ducked quickly as the book came to a crashing halt at his feet.

"These damn Muggle books were never fond of me." He slid his hand down to pick up the antique-looking book.

"Ah. Yes, Romeo and Juliet, utterly puke-worthy material. Don't mind if I—" The boy looked around the shelves before sticking the very small book underneath his robes and into the waistline of his trousers.

He dusted himself off and began making his way out of the aisle, head in the clouds, or more precisely, head running rampant with thoughts of that curly hair, and those long legs.

He did not see the girl a few meters from the end of the aisle walking towards him, but neither did she.

Those two were en route for a head-on collision. One that may perhaps set things on course, and, hopefully, weed out some stubbornness for them both, but probably not.

"Oh, of course, this would happen to me... I informed Harry that I required more than ten copies...But does that boy ever pay attention to me?...No?"

"And he had the audacity to grill me about... about bloody Draco Malfoy." She huffed as she uttered more nonsense to herself.

"Complete twat that boy is. He really thought that I would fall for his absolutely horrendous flirting... He was just trying to embarrass me, like always. Stupid boy. Stupid girl... I blushed. Ugh."