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“What? It was assigned last Monday!” Hermione yelped as she tried to comprehend what must have been going through their minds all week to not at least start on the essay.

“So?” Ron asked. “Just because it was assigned doesn’t mean we would do it on Monday.”

Harry nodded. “We have today to do it, Hermione. It’s not the end of the world.”

Hermione just shook her head at the lack of responsibility those two had when it came to school. Quidditch was a whole other story, but when it came to school work…just forget about planning for anything. “Well, then you two should go get started on it,” she told them.

“Will you help us?” Ron asked.

“Absolutely not. You had an entire week to do it.”

Ron frowned. “Okay then. Shall we just get this over with, Harry?”

“Sure. I have to go get my book though.”

“Then I will meet you two in the library,” Hermione said and took another stairway towards the library’s corridor.

“You can come with if you want,” Harry said. “I’m sure Malfoy has cleared out by now.”

Ron nodded and the two set off down another stairway.

Harry decided that Medusa was never happy to see him. Even when he told her the password she wouldn’t open the door until she’d given him a proper lecture on how he should take care to be nicer to her, more polite…like little Master Malfoy who was always inquiring after her health and asking if she was having a good day. It didn’t help that Ron muttered why one would ask after the health of a painting because it couldn’t get sick, so it was a full five minutes before she begrudgingly let them into the rooms.

Well, Draco thought, the bookshelves looked rather stable. And he would only have to climb up a little bit…Damn, why couldn’t he have thought to put a chair in his bedroom when he was fixing up his rooms?

But Draco, nevertheless, began to climb the bookshelf. It was a good thing that all the books were pushed against the back of the shelf, or he didn’t think he be able to hold on. It really wasn’t that much to climb. Draco had been right in his assessment; and he had just reached the top and his Arithmancy book when the door to his bedroom opened. He didn’t notice, as he’d made sure that all the hinges on the doors in his rooms were silent (he hated squeaky doors). Draco reached for the book, leaning slightly to the left. He’d just grabbed the binding of the book and was pulling it away from the edge of the shelf when he slipped.

He braced for the impact of flesh on stone…but it never came. Instead he collided on to something hard yet soft at the same time. Someone else had to worry about bracing for the flesh on stone impact.

“What in Merlin’s name were you doing?” a voice raged in his ear.

“Getting a book,” Draco answered easily, and then he realized what position he was in…and who he was on.

Harry also realized what a weird position the two of them were in. If Draco shifted slightly to the right he would be flat out on top of Harry, stomach to stomach, face to face, mouth to…