𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀

Chapter 6

Then down to hell I took my way

For my true loves deliverance,

And rose again of the third day,

Up to my true love and the dance

Sing oh! my love! oh! my love, my love, my love,

This have I done for my true love.

"Tomorrow shall be my dancing day", William B. Sanday, John Gardner

Harry was glaring angrily at Malfoy who was walking from bookshelf to bookshelf, scanning every spine with a permanent frown so slowly that Harry could only draw the conclusion that Malfoy was doing it just to irritate him.

Then had planed to go to the Eighth Years Tower, and Malfoy's friends and Hermione were ready to go. It was just Malfoy that everyone was waiting for. And of course Harry couldn't just walk away and leave Malfoy in the library to search for his imaginary book, no he had to wait for him because if he ever let Malfoy out of his sight again McGonagall was going to give him hell. And no matter what he hadsaid or shown, he did feel guilty that he hadn't been therewhen the shelf had fallen, even though Malfoy seemed okay. It was his fault more or less for letting that happen.

An idea suddenly hit him; he could just physically drag Malfoy to the Tower. That was genius, because maybe then he could finally sit down by the fire and do absolutely nothing as he had planned after his meeting with Ginny.

Hermione seemed to have sensed what he was about to do because just before he had stood up from the chair that he was sitting in, Hermione flew up and walked up to Malfoy who was a few shelves away.

Harry blinked and turned around to find Bulstrode and Parkinson on the other side of the table; Bulstrode reading a book like she knew that Malfoy was going to take forever and Parkinson staring at everything except Harry, looking extremely uncomfortable. He snapped his gaze around and looked just in time to see Hermione confront Malfoy. They weren't so far away, so he could still hear when Hermione spoke.

"Malfoy? Are you looking for something in particular?" she asked gently. Malfoy jerked his head around to look at her, still frowning, before looking back at the shelf.

"I was trying to find some information about this whole Lucia-thing, but I haven't found a good book all day and it irritates me to leave the library empty-handed." He sounded a bit frustrated, like he just wanted to pull out a book and go.

Even though Hermione had her back to Harry, he could sense that she was smiling.

"I was also looking for some information myself actually, before the whole shelf falling down incident. I think we should look in that section over there, I found what one or two books there earlier." She gestured towards some shelves to their left and Malfoy nodded and followed her there.

Now Harry could only make out small words of what they where saying, but both Hermione's and Malfoy's voices held a polite and soft tone, so at least he didn't have to worry about Malfoy insulting Hermione or a fight beginning.

After about ten minutes or so they came both came back, each with a pile of.

"Found something then?" Bulstrode looked up grinning at Malfoy.

"I sure hope so, or else I'll be back here before closing-time," Malfoy answered and Harry groaned, because that meant that he would have to accompany him and Hermione was more than likely going to make him if he refused,because if Malfoy had to go back here it meant that Hermione did too. And when Hermione went to the library, she thought that everyone else should follow her example.