Your time at Hogwarts consisted of going to class, sitting in the library or reading in y/h common room. Having spent nearly all of your time in the library a common face to you was that of Hermione Granger. You shared a few classes with her, not that she knew who you were, and she probably didn't even know your name.

However you both did spend a lot of time in the library. You had grown fond of her, well what you knew of her. From what you had heard and seen, she was highly intelligent, friendly and although slightly controlling and pedantic, a generally nice person.

Today though she was sat alone frantically flicking through books, but never finding what she was looking for, which you gathered from her exasperated sighs. It wasn't as though her actions were annoying you, it didn't bother you really, not at all. But what did bother you was that she was upset and struggling to find answers.

From the titles of the books she had on her desk and the work you had been doing in your last class with Professor Sprout, it gave you a good idea as to what she was having trouble with. The matter of the problem was clearly explained in the book you had been using. You didn't really need it anymore, you had just been using it as a crutch to aid you in what you were writing.

Standing from your seat you walked over to where Hermione was sitting, taking a seat next to her. She raised her head with a quizzical look on her face.

"Um... Hi, Sorry. I saw you were struggling with the last topic, so I thought maybe this book could help, it explains it well. If you want I can explain it if not," You smiled awkwardly.

"Thank you," She said softly, taking the book out of your hands, "You're Y/N right? We have herbology and potions together right?"

"Yeah, and you're Hermione," You said trying not to sound odd, "I... I should be getting back to my desk and leave you to your work."

Her voice quickly followed, "No. I mean you don't need to. Maybe you could help me. I'm sure I could understand it just with the book, but it'd be much easier if you could help me, and in return I could help you with anything you might struggle with. Not that I am saying you aren't smart or struggle in anyway, but everyone has a weak topic, maybe I could help."

Your smile grew as you nodded at the brunette.

"Okay. Let me just grab my stuff. I'll be right back."

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Written by Charlotte.