"What're you doing here, Granger?" Malfoy spat at her. Hermione rolled her eyes, but crossed her arms and stood her ground. She wasn't leaving just because he showed up; she was here first. "Last time I checked, Malfoy, this was a public library, as in, free for the public to use," she retorted. Hermione began to move to sit down when a pale hand wrapped itself around her own arm. "I said," Hermione raised her soft, brown eyes to meet his cold silver ones: "what, are you doing here, Granger." Takes base during the Half Blood Prince, I dont own any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does (unfortunately). Slow burn and also first real fic, please be kind! :)All Rights Reserved
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