She unpinned the pin she always used in the library, because her fringe was getting too long for her to read properly, and she couldn't seem to bother getting it cut by professionnals. 

She used to use a spell to manage it for her, but for some reason it always ended up crooked. Frizzy hair. Mom's side of genetics apparently.

She raised her arms to stretch her sore body that had been sitting on that chair for hours. "Aaaand, I'm done with Rogue's essay. What a relief."

She opened her eyes to the window which let it appear a beautiful sun-setting sky, a twilight scene. She was once again barely on time for dinner with the others, which they happily reminded her once they met each other in the hallway. These past months, she spent more and more time in the library, away from them although she did try to talk them into joining her. To become more powerful she said. To not let their enemy gain more and more foothold. But Harry and Ron always seem to have more pressing matters, more entertaining stuff to do.

Quidditch was one of them. She would come out and watch their matches from time to time, but the weather was getting in her way lately, she could'nt find herself having fun anymore. Which bothered Ron, a lot. She didn't get him really. She gave him plenty of opportunities over the past year, AND during the summer, but he didn't act on every single one of them. At first that did hurt her ego. Was she not good enough for him? But after talking about it with Ginny,

they agreed on the fact that Ron was probably more impressed by her and was scared of making the first move. Which helped her feeling better about the situation, especially since her feelings started to etiolate at the end of the summer. A fact that made her uneasy around the boys, but knew she couldn't control it either. Harry hesitantly asked her about it once last year, which when she answered "How are things going with Ginny?" turned red and never mentioned it again. Those were the things she was thinking about while the other students were going back to their dorm while Harry was arguing about a chess move he discovered but Ron kept answering that it was a version of the Sicilian and known worldwide. Stuff he learned from his muggle-lover dad.

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Eventually they stopped and headed back to the commonroom. "Snap! I forgot my pouch in the library, the one with the rolls for Rogue." she shouted.

The boys looked at each other wearily, and Harry said "Fine, we'll be waiting for you in the commonroom, where I'll show Ron how to play what he calls a Sicilic", "Sicilian I said", "Right, Sicilian" and they kept on walking. She turned around and headed back to the library. It was already dark in most of the castle, but the Lumos spell never failed her. But tonight, tonight it would. 

She was about to hit the door of the library with the palm of hand to open it when she noticed someone in the moonlight, sitted not far from away from where she was earlier. She tried to extinguish her wand fast enough, since they seemed to be amazed by the moon out, but the shaped moved its head slowly to the left, and back to normal. She was short-winded, waiting for any other movement or word for her to know if she should go or not. She waited, for a minute

getting herself used to the darkness and better analyse her late-night library companion. They were wearing a hoodie, so she could only see a tiny strand of hair. White, as a unicorn's mane. She slowly started to realize who that person was, when a soft voice emanated from the enlightened silhouette.

"No one ever taught you that it wasn't polite to stare at someone, Granger?"