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Lucius glanced at the pile of homework he had left haphazardly along the floor next to his bed. It was pathetic he had so much to write for two classes, and both were such a joke. Transfiguration and Hogwarts History. Personally, Malfoy despised both classes and saw no point in doing it. Procrastination was a better option, and instead he decided to make his way to the library and look something up in the restricted section. He had his own methods of weaseling his way into that part of the library. He'd make something up, say that it was a request from one of his teachers, and he needed to do so for an extra credit thing of the sort. He smirked to himself as he waltzed his way down the hall, admiring just how clever he could be sometimes, and pushing a group of first years out of his way. "Move you bloody, pests. Out of my damn way!" They scrambled back against the wall. Some dropping their books, as Malfoy brushed off his shoulders. "First years." He sneered, and continued down the hall.

As he entered the library, he searched around to see if there was anyone who he could actually ask first, and hopefully lie his way into it. No one was around, and the library was fairly empty, so he made his way quietly to the back. He wanted something juicy and riveting about dark magic. Something to keep him occupied for the time being, and he was grateful that the place seemed vacant. Quickly, he made his way into the section and carefully ran his fingers on the spines of the books, searching for the one he wanted, and had read only months before. He tried his best to come and visit this area at intervals so it wouldn't seem as suspicious. Finally finding what he wanted he scurried to a corner in the back of the library as he flipped through the pages.

He looked up from the book and quickly put it behind his back as he took the other boy in that was sitting in the chair. Malfoy grinned back, lips parted, nearly startled for being cause with such a novel. "Temper, temper, Rabastan. Why am I interrupting? Why do you seem so paranoid?" Lucius smirked, raising a golden brow at his fellow Slytherin. It was unfortunate because the same spot Rabastan was currently sitting was the place he liked to sit and read as well. "Do you mind?" He gestured toward the extra chair near him.

Lucius took the seat adjacent to Rabastan, and returned the same grin. He put the book between him and the armchair so the title of it would be hidden from wandering eyes. "Just some light reading. Dark creatures and such." He shrugged, and crossed his right foot onto his knee trying to sit more comfortably. "Hobby of mine when I just want to get away from all the rubbish that goes on around this place." He strummed his fingers on the arm of his chair, and shrugged again hoping the other Slytherin wouldn't ask to see the book. He didn't know Rabastan very well, but he could say they were mutual with each other. He had heard some rumors about the other boy, but Malfoy tried his best not to judge others before he got to know them himself. He was quite stubborn when it came to discovering things on his own.

One thing he took into account was they seemed to have in common was reading, and from the looks of it being alone whenever the time presented itself. He couldn't ever recall talking much with the other Slytherin boy, but there was a first time for everything. Even though he was't big on small talk, he could literally talk about books and other related topics all day. Now that he thought about it it was quite shocking since how many years had gone by that they never talked much, and Lucius was fairly familiar with most of Slytherin. Then again most of Slytherin knew very well of him, and he was the type to make sure of that. He was also proud of that.

"And you, mate? What is it we have here?" He inquired, giving a small nod toward the book Rabastan had closed. "What was so important about this little book that you were so upset about my, uh, interuption?" It wasn't any of Lucius's business either to be questioning the other boy about what he was doing, and why he seemed so suscipious about it. Nevertheless, curiousity got the better of him, and he never passed up opportunities to gain more insight about other people he would meet.