Hermione entered Flourish & Blotts eagerly, as she always did when faced with the prospect of being around a lot of books. She just couldn't help it. Her not-as-quite-bushy-as-it-used-to-be hair framed her face, chocolate brown eyes shinning with anticipation as she reveled in the sight of the shelves and shelves of books.

A stab of guilt went through her. Hermione wasn't sure if it was ok to be,well, happy, with Sirius having just....but she didn't want to think about it right now. She did wonder about Harry though. He had yet to return any of her owls or anything. She did want to get something for him though, and not the customary book either. Maybe a pensieve? But where to get one?

Lost in thought about it, Hermione bumped into someone who was coming down the stairs she was heading up, knocking their books out of their hands. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She apologized even as she grabbed the rail so keep her balance.

Hermione, once she had her equilibrium back again, simply nodded in response, looking back to see how far she would've fallen. She was more than halfway up the stairs. She visible winced. She could've broken her neck. All at once everything caught up to her, and she realized a little late what the person she had collided with said. And she sent them a half glare as she straightened out her clothes.

"Well maybe you should too." She replied evenly, as she looked at the person fully. Oh. Well he couldn't have been more than her age. Must be a Hogwarts student, she noted silently. But she couldn't exactly place him. She knew he wasn't a Gryffindor, at the least.

Hermione almost apologized once more. Almost. But instead, she straightened up and awarded the boy a half hearted glare as her mouth set in a frown. It was obvious he hadn't been paying much attention either, if they both collided. Besides, she hardly ran into him on purpose. And she said as much. "It was an accident]. They tend to happen when one or more people aren't paying attention." She stated pointedly.

[i]Typical, she thought to herself. Of course he was a Slytherin. They were always right, and everyone else was wrong. However, aside from being slightly rude and stuck up, the boy had done her no harm, so Hermione, levelheaded as she was, offered a small, albeit reluctant, smile. "Hermione Granger. Gryffindor sixth year." She offered back as politely as she could, moving upwards now so they weren't blocking the staircase.

Draco pass by Flourish & Blotts with his father. He glance and saw that filthy mudblood. He shrugged as he notice before joining in. He saw Bentley Halloway, he thought As a slytherin you can't contact or talk to mudbloods or blood traitors. I'm telling my father about this.

As he interrupt those conversation as he speak, "What are you talking to that filthy mudblood, Halloway?" He sneer. He glares at the filthy mudblood granger. "What are you doing here mudblood?" He  hissed. He waited for them to respond.

Hermione knew who spoke before she turned her head to face none other than Draco Malfoy. The past five years of confrontations made it so she could recognize his voice anywhere. Looking at the face that was nearly identical to that of his father's the witch felt an anger well up inside her like no other at the mention of the word mudblood. In her honest opinion one who used such foul language was no one with either pride nor respectability. The fact that it was Draco Malfoy the word spilled forth from was not a surprise however.

The witch shot a glance at the other boy she had just ran into, also a Slytherin, but no comment to him as she opened her mouth to respond to Malfoy. But no sooner had she opened her mouth when someone else beat her to the punch. Hermione recognized the girl only as a member of her own house, but sent her a grateful smile all the same. Not that she couldn't handle Malfoy herself, but it was nice to know there was someone to back her up just the same. There was no stopping the eye roll she sent Malfoy though. "We're in a bookshop Malfoy. What else would I be doing but getting books? And unless you own the shop, it's no business of yours anyhow."

Momo who is very quietly girl but she has a crush on Draco Malfoy but she never show her emotions. She entered the bookshop she needs a book to keep her company at first she never like reading too many books only some comics she rather read though. She needs to find a place to sit. She sigh cautiously, she pick four books of spells and history and sat down reading them. She is a muggleborn too but she doesn't really trust any houses only Slytherin. The first time she came to Hogwarts she got a major crush on Draco Malfoy but she had never told him how she feels.

She opens the book and starting reading. She flick her wand and find some books about Japanese Witches and Wizards. I miss okaa-san and onee-chan. She thought sadly.