Cabinet Conundrum

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"No matter ... I'll whip my weapon into shape soon. Once the NEWTs are over Harry will be a skilled wizard who will die for me." Dumbledore smirked and the poor little Harry doodle was struck down by a spell flying at him from Dumbledoodles's wand and died with a smile on his face ...

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"Excuse me, where are the translation spells?" Draco asked the librarian trying not to react to the suspicious glare she sent him as usual. Like everyone else she was narrow minded and bias against any Slytherin ...

"Over in the back under Mind. Don't make a mess." The librarian huffed arrogantly.

Draco smiled as he headed in that direction, "Thank you." (Bitch.) He mentally added as he turned away from her.

The bookshelves towered high above him. Rows and rows upon shelves filled with books. With so much to go through the Malfoy started right away. Slender pale fingers ran along the spines of the books to search for the titles he desired. One by one he collected the books that seemed the most useful for his endeavor and found a table to study at.

As time passed he realized that there was a problem. For one, he didn't know the name of the language. According to these simple 'light' spells you have to know, at least, which language is being spoken. For example, you must know that German is being spoken if you want it translated in the case of basic languages. Trying these spells on Parseltongue won't work. While Draco could recognize most languages he had absolutely no clue what the one Harry and Filch were speaking could be. Some of the other spells need to be done while the people are speaking and it's obviously too late for that ...

"This won't work." Draco sighed and filed the books away. Ideally a spell that worked on all languages and pensieve memories is exactly what he needed, but there was nothing. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the Restricted Section and for a moment he pondered checking out that section to see if there's anything more helpful in there, but his thoughts were rudely interrupted by none other than the resident know-it-all witch, Hermione Granger ...

"Can't find what you want? It's no surprise for you. I'm sure I can help if you say please." Hermione said with an ugly smug smirk.

"Never going to happen, Granger. I only ask competent people for assistance so that excludes you." Draco sneered taking note of Ron, Ginny and Harry walking up behind the witch, but to his surprise the green eyed wizard looked amused by the insult he made towards the infuriating bushy haired witch.

Ron's temper flared making his face flush an unflattering red color as he came to his girlfriend's defense, "Watch who you're talking to you slimy snake. You shouldn't be mouthing off to anyone when your bodyguards aren't here." Ron smirked, but Draco didn't need Greg and Vincent to defend him. The Malfoy was a trained duelist and the Weasley would find that out the hard way if he made one wrong move ...

"Would you guys knock it off already. We're in a library or has that slipped your simple minds in the last ten seconds?" The snarky comment stunned Ron, Hermione and Ginny for it came from Harry. Draco was, once again, surprised, but he hid it and just took the chance to slip passed them.

"Fine ... whatever, but he's still an ass!" Ron grumbled before the Slytherin was even out of earshot.

"Yes ... what an ass." There was some in the tone Harry used. It was different and it made Draco stop in his tracks before turning to face the Gryffindor who was lagging behind his friends. Silver eyes widened when he turned and saw that Harry was looking at him, but down low. Maybe at his butt? Dear merlin, Harry Potter was checking out his ass! Draco's jaw dropped as those green eyes looked up into his with a flicker of disappointment when the Malfoy turned meaning his butt was no longer viewable confirming the blonde's thoughts, but Draco didn't get a chance to respond ...