♦ ♦ ♦ The last thing Draco needed, at this moment, was to suffer through detention. He thought he did a decent job playing teacher's pet, but apparently all it took was a few too many snide remarks to Potter and his mud-blood friend, and now Draco was facing time for his crimes. Ironic; considering this shouldn't be the crime he should be paying time for. The thought almost brought a miserable smirk to his face, but he bit the inside of his cheek instead, grey-blue eyes lazily scanning over the titles of books. His mind, elsewhere, so far elsewhere that he had to read the same title about three times over before the words stuck and he realized what he was supposed to be doing. Draco looked up momentarily, as if to see if anyone else had noticed him entirely zone out, before he floated the book over to it's arranged pile to be dealt with later. Draco couldn't help but look up once more, to see if someone else had faced the same sentence as he. He was behind the bookshelves, and from where he stood, all he could see was a third year Hufflepuff drop a book on her foot. The blond averted his eyes to pretend he hadn't seen, just picking up another book, dusting off the cover with a grimace because gross, dust, and then quite literally tossing it into another pile. Draco had always considered himself an organized person, and cleaning never really bothered him, but this was just tedious. It was with another one of the Slytherin's infamous scowls that he realized McGonagall had also mentioned some books on charms that needed to be filed, and with his mind wandering and his expression unguarded and troubled, Draco began to retrieve the books; before promptly bumping into something, or rather, someone. The noise he made was only slightly undignified, eyes training to see who the unlucky soul had been. Messy hair, doe blue eyes, Draco frowned. Luna Lovegood; he'd never come to known the girl personally, but he'd heard the rumors. That she talked to herself, that she was messed up in the head, Draco just stepped around her with brows furrowed. If anything, he was more confused with himself for not noticing her to begin with, but that didn't stop him from falling into his arrogant little act. "What are you doing this far into the library, Lunie? Hunting thestrals again?" He sneered, although the corner of his mouth trembled as if such a mean expression caused him a tremendous effort.