I'm starting a new challenge with this one :") The Back to School September Event, where I have to write 30d drabbles for each day of the month :")

This is something that is purely for me, as a means to unwind during exam time, as a means to improve my drabble writing skills (which presently suck) and just to get back into the habit of writing whenever I feel like I'm going through any form of writer's block. I'm really hoping I can see this event through to the end.

Constructive criticism, and all forms of reviews, are always appreciated.

Prompt: (word) library

Word count: 706

Hermione was sitting in the library, in her favorite secluded corner that no one really knew about. Well, no one except one certain person whose cologne was always left behind that she could smell every time she entered this little nook. In the past five months it had been happening, she really couldn't find out whom the cologne belonged to. It was kind of driving her crazy, if she was being honest, for it was a very attractive scent and she had almost taken to subtly sniffing guys who passed her in hallways and in the class. Almost. Only her self-respect and dignity had saved her from stooping to such a level. She traced her pencil over the table, doodling absentmindedly as she imagined herself meeting this man with the beautiful cologne.

Coming back to her senses when she accidentally pressed her pencil down too hard on the table and broke the tip, she let out a frustrated sigh when she was distracted by the thought of the mysterious man again, something that was happening quite a lot over the past few days. She shook her head and turned back to her Runes homework. She had quite a few inches to write and now enough time to do it. Putting any thoughts of sexy guys and their sexy cologne out of her mind, she started writing about the disadvantages of using a Soul Rune.

Draco sneered in faint annoyance when he entered his corner in the east wing of the library and smelt the vanilla scent again. Someone was really going to town with this room, weren't they? It was frustrating that he had never been able to see the only person who was always here besides him, which was miraculous in itself considering how much time he spent in the library. Or at least, this particular part of the library. It protected him from all the mindless fools who rushed to the library in a panic one day before their assignments or thought that it was a nice spot for a makeout session.

He took a deep breath, the scent of vanilla tickling his nostrils. There was something else he could smell too, ink and parchment, which wasn't really surprising. He had always been told he had an extremely sensitive nose, something his friends never failed to tease him about considering his er..unusually pointy features.

He sat down at the lone table that was pushed against the light pastel wall, kicking his feet up on the chair in front of him. Looking down at the table, he let his lips twitch into a tiny smile when he saw the stick figures scribbled on the wooden surface. They were quite nearly indistinguishable, but fun to look at nonetheless.

He suddenly blinked, noticing he had spent quite a lot of time admiring the after effects of the mysterious girl who would always be there before him and not enough getting started on his Arithmancy work. Opening his book to the magical properties of the number seven, he tried to put all thoughts of his anonymous contemporary out of his mind.

She was rushing towards her Potions class, cringing at the thought of Snape calling her out on being late, when she smelt it. That musky scent of cologne that had been slowly driving her crazy. She turned around so quickly, it could've given her a whiplash, her bushy hair flying over her shoulder as she tried to locate where the scent came from. The corridor was mostly empty, which helped. As her eyes swept over the length of the place, brown orbs widened in surprise and shock as they met a pair of similarly frantic grey eyes.

"Malfoy."

He was late for Transfiguration and knowing how much McGonagall disliked him only made him walk faster. He had only just turned the corner when the that intoxicating, and highly annoying, jumble of vanilla, ink, and parchment teased his nose. He whipped his head around, eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to figure out who the mysterious girl was.

His grey eyes widened, however, when they connected with a pair of brown orbs belonging to a bushy haired, red and gold clad girl.

"Granger."