Dramione -I thought you were a Dementor

The Restricted Section

More chapters whooo! Once more I have no clue where this story is going but I'm just going to write and see what happens. I didn't expect this chapter to suddenly ave a massive twist. o.o it just happened....

 

 

Lunchtime soon came around; everyone persuaded Hermione to not go marching straight to McGonagall and tell her what their insane DADA teacher had done. “Well what if she had left us in there forever?” Hermione said shrilly to Seamus and Ron as they ate at the Gryffindor table.

“It’s not like she locked the door, we could have left if we wanted.” Seamus said for the third time; e was getting extremely fed up with her endless rambling.

From the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Malfoy leaving the hall, “I have to go to the library.” She muttered hastily; gathering her things. “But we didn’t get homework as we were locked in the bloody wardrobe!” Ron called after her; she ignored him and kept on moving towards the door. Once she was out of the hall she hurried over to her little short cut; a little portrait of a woman reading looked up when the bushy haired girl approached. “Hello my dear, lovely weather isn’t it?” the lady asked, Hermione recognised it as the riddle she had been answering for years without fail. “Yes, but I always carry an umbrella.” She muttered, at once the portrait swung open; Hermione dived inside quickly so nobody would see her.

The passage way was small, cramped and dark; the girl lit her wand as she crawled through it, not making a sound. She opened the portrait on the other side and jumped down; finding herself outside the library’s huge oak doors which were held open invitingly.

She smiled politely at the strict librarian as she entered; the woman had grown to like her after catching her scolding somebody for ripping a page out of a book. She could go into the restricted section whenever she pleased now; but she found she didn’t need to go in there anymore.

She glanced around at the huge tables, a disappointed feeling creeping into her stomach as she couldn’t see the pale blonde haired boy anywhere.

She heard a small cough from behind her, spinning around she saw the Slytherin prince leaning casually against the restricted section wall; pretending to read a book she recognised as Quidditch Through the Ages.

She crept over to the door where he stood, flashing a crooked smile over his book as she scanned her pass key. She entered; he followed her unnoticed by the students who were scribbling essays at the desks.

She moved silently through the sky high shelves, sitting elegantly at a window seat right at the very back; the windows were huge so three people could probably lay in a line across the cushioned seat.

“I was going to go to the back shelves in the normal area but a fourth year slag is getting busy there with some kid.” He chuckled, leaning against the window as he sat down; looking at her with his grey orbs as she tucked her legs under her.

“Ah, how did you know I had a pass?” She murmured, staring at him intently as he put the book to one side. “I’m always in the library; I saw her give it to you at the beginning of the year.” He drawled, Hermione couldn’t believe her ears; the Slytherin prince always in the library?

“It’s a place where I can get away from everyone.” he answered her confused expression bluntly, staring out of the window at the empty courtyard below.

“I wouldn’t have guessed.” She chuckled, resting her book unopened on her lap as she stared at him thoughtfully, her stomach squirming at how strange this was; having a decent conversation with Draco Malfoy.