Draco looks over Hermione's shoulder.
He'd seen her in the Quidditch section, carrying books to a table – his favorite table by the window, away from the hustle, in fact – and Which Broomstick magazines.
She looked desperate, how it intrigued and amused him to torment her – What are you doing? - he whispered softly in her ear.
She smells so good... what? Draco please stop with this!
She jumped scared and embarrassed dropping one of the books – N-nothing!
- Why do you want to know ''the ten safest ways to fly on a broom''? Granger, just climb to a broom...
- No, it's not! - taking the book out of his hand and turning to the table.
- Don't tell me: Miss Sassy doesn't know everything after all!
- Don't you have a snake nest to take care of? Great, get out of here and let me study!
- Study what? To fly by books? Seriously ? Why? Cracked Forehead and Carrot can't help you?
- They're busy - remembering that Ron laughed when she said she needed Harry's broom to study.
- Hum I can teach you to fly - and stopped when he realized his words, why the hell would he help her?
She was... she was a... Oh Merlim, he are so trouble.
- For real?
- Yes - he said blushing - I teach you, on a real broom and not with books and no one can know...
- Done!
- So tomorrow at the Quidditch field and no one can to know!
He walked quickly away from her and out of the library.
Hermione, on the other side, was smiling silly at the books.
