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It wasn't as if he needed to study. No, Rilen was pretty much past that stage of his education. Really, he was on the home stretch at this point. What frustrated him most wasn't the slow pace of the other students, it was the slow pace of the class itself. Did the teachers not realize that all of these 7th years were more interested in socializing than learning what they already knew. NEWTs? Who cared? Rilen breezed through them last year without too much trouble. Okay, History of Magic gave him one or two problems, but they weren't really a big deal anyways.

No, he wasn't bothered by his schoolwork too much anymore.

What really bothered him was the fact that he was totally alone. You'd think that a boy like him could make at least one or two friends by now. After all, he had seven years to make friends. And he did. He made great friends. But one by one, they all disappeared, graduating before him. It was easy for him to make friends with people older than him, who matched his maturity level, but now that everyone was gone he felt lost and alone. He didn't know how he always ended up on his own.

Look at that Granger girl, Potter's friend. Rilen remembered when the Potter gang first came to Hogwarts. The Ravenclaw was merely 13, in his second year, but he remembered the awe around him when McGonagall called his name. He was a celebrity, and ever since then he'd remained everyone's favorite. Rilen didn't actually have any reason to hate the boy... But come on. He didn't even do very well in his classes. How did he make it so far? Clearly it wasn't on his own: Hermione helped him and Weasley the whole way. Hermione... She should have been in Ravenclaw, with Rilen. She was too smart for those other boys.

Unfortunately, she probably just stuck around him because he was famous. Perfect Potter, Seeker at 11, flying through school despite his obvious contempt for rules. Which was why Rilen was here, in the library, reading a book he'd probably already read. After all, seven years of loneliness equates to many lonely hours in the library. Which totally blew, considering he wasn't too bad of a guy, if he did say so himself. Sure, he had a few social issues, including an inability to hold down a girlfriend and prejudice that he inherited from his father, but wasn't that better than the sheer cheek that Potter exhibited? Who'd want to be around such a bad boy, such an obnoxiously reckless punk?

Rilen sighed, closing his book. So, he had to admit that the main reason he was here in the library was because he thought it could help. Maybe he'd see Granger here? Hell, Rilen wouldn't care if Harry Potter himself showed up. So long as someone was here for him to talk to. Maybe he would find something that would lead to a magical epiphany, and then he'd be famous. The school would finally realize he existed, and then he'd have finally, after 18 years, accomplished something. He leaned back in the armchair, laying the book in his lap before rubbing his closed eyelids. No, he was just fooling himself. It wasn't as if anyone would care about a stupid Ravenclaw when Harry Potter was around.

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Normally Hermione would use the library as an escape but even that lately hadn't been helping her. He always somehow showed up and while she wasn't complaining, because she did enjoy her time with him, sometimes she really just needed to focus. She would get behind in her school work if she didn't start hitting the books, so to speak (as long as they didn't hit back of course), and that was the last thing she wanted to do. Hermione wasn't called the brightest witch of her age for nothing. She also wasn't the top of her class for nothing either. There had been a ton of hard work that had gone into getting her where she was today and she couldn't let a distraction move her off course. Some people might call her too brainy or too caught up in her studies, but she didn't care. Let them talk, let them say whatever they wanted - she knew she would be successful.

Besides, if she didn't do well here, if she didn't learn as much as she could, who was going to be there to help Harry and Ron through the next trouble they found themselves in? That wasn't a very uncommon occurrence with the trio of friends. Ever since their first year they had managed to find themselves wrapped up in something far past the experience of most their age. No, scratch, that, everyone their age. Hermione had never truly fit in with her year group, although over the past year or so she had finally started to make some more friends, including Luna and Ginny, and several others, but Harry and Ron would always be her true best friends - the two she could count on for anything and the two that she would never leave, no matter what. Even if they frustrated her to no end, which was one of the reasons why she had fled to the library at the moment.

They had Advanced Charms essays due and of course those two hadn't finished theirs. She loved them dearly, she did, and of course she'd check over their essays when they were finished, but she wasn't going to write it for them! Harry usually was pretty good about it but Ron seemed to think she'd still do that for him. So Hermione had taken a brief escape to the library and now found herself making her way through the rows of books, glancing down the aisles every now and then just curious to see who else might be there this late at night. Hermione held a rather thick volume to her chest, planning on curling up on one of the sofas near the back and reading. At least in the library it was quiet. Hermione finally made it to her spot, surprised when she saw another, older boy sitting in a nearby armchair. He appeared to be tired, and she wasn't about to bother him, so instead she just sat down on the sofa and tucked her legs beneath her, flipping open her book and beginning to read. It was just a bit of light reading of course, a book Professor Flitwick had let her borrow. She figured since she had already finished her essay for this week and the next, she had time to read for enjoyment. Hermione tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she read, drowning out everything else around her.

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After a few moments, Rilen felt his anger begin to dissapate, and he began to relax. The library was very quiet, the gentle sound of turning pages relaxing, the scent of old parchment soothing, the armchair he sat on quite comfy. Despite there being no visible fireplace nearby, the library was nicely warm. Hell, even his robes had a slight, pleasant fragrance, and they were soft on his skin, even though he prefered Muggle clothing. Was it odd that he was prejudiced against Muggles but liked their clothing more than his wizard's robes? Maybe not: after all, it was just his personal opinion, right?

Still, he struggled a bit to keep from getting too tired. With his breathing slow and shallow, he was practically about to fall asleep. He couldn't help it. It was already nighttime. Even if it were the middle of the day, he'd be tempted to sleep. But he couldn't. He never knew when he was needed back in the common room to tutor yet another silly underclassman. Yes, he enjoyed teaching others, letting them share in his knowledge... But they were so immature! They were always chatting about this or that or him or her or whoever else who Rilen just had to meet because they were so cute. It didn't matter if it was early in the morning or late at night with an imminent exam looming, they were always gossiping... Sad as it was that Rilen spent most of his time holed up in the library for some solace, friendless and lonely, he would much prefer that to being involved in such immature gossipy shit.

Still, there was another reason he was glad to stay awake. It would be embarassing if he was caught napping in the library, of all places. He heard someone approaching and glanced that way. Would it be someone important? A professor, perhaps? Maybe it was another upperclassman? He hoped it wasn't a Ravenclaw looking for him. He honestly wasn't in the mood to...

But then she appeared. Speak of the devil, it was Granger. Oh great... Rilen thought. He closed his eyes and exhaled silently. What if she bothered him? Was she just there to brag about Potter and the gang? But no, that couldn't be it. She didn't bother him, thankfully. Maybe she thought that he was asleep. He heard her sitting in a couch across from him and then chanced a glance at her. Yes, she was definitely not bothering him. In fact, she was just opening up a quite large book over Charms. Strangely enough, it actually looked fairly familiar....

Yes, now that he saw it, he was certain he'd read it before. Okay, he had to admit, maybe he didn't read it all the way through... But still. It was a quite nice book, and there was a lot of good information in it. Rilen sat up quietly, watching her for only a moment before he found himself speaking. "That's a good book. I quite enjoyed it." He practically clapped his hands over his mouth. Had he really just spoken to Granger after what he'd just been thinking? Then again, he compared his own situation to his perception of hers, and realized that he probably wasn't too far off on both accounts.

Maybe she just needed to get away, too. He felt an apology was in order. (Would she notice his fading American accent, think it was strange?) "Sorry, I just couldn't help but notice. If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here so late at night? You're a fair distance away from your common room..." He didn't feel a need to introduce himself... No, that wasn't it. He wanted to see if she knew him, recognized him. The answer was probably no, and she would probably find this conversation very awkward, but for some reason Rilen passionately needed to know if he was known at all within Hogwarts.

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The library truly could be a getaway for her, somewhere she could go to read, relax, and work on her homework without being interrupted. Just because she was a Prefect didn’t mean she had to be available every hour of the day because she did have her own studies to attend to. Now it wasn’t as though she hated helping people, not at all, though most of them found her that she lectured too much, or perhaps simply knew too much and they’d grow rather bored and find someone else to help them. Was it her fault that she could practically recite all of the books she’d read back to people? In her opinion it wasn’t really that bad a thing at all, especially since all that knowledge she carried around with her had come in handy several times, saving both Harry and Ron’s lives, as well as anyone else who might have been unfortunate enough to get themselves tied up in something they shouldn’t.

Hermione knew that most people still thought her a know-it-all, perhaps even bossy, but she had finally managed to get to a place where that didn’t really bother her as much anymore. She had her best friends, and she had other friends, and those were the people who really mattered. Sure, it wasn’t like she was immune to their gossip or their words, she could most certainly get hurt, but Hermione tried not to focus on that and simply pushed forward. She just steeled herself against what they said and kept pushing on. Most girls in her year and those both above and below her often focused more on gossip and who was the latest witch actress or model, but that simply wasn’t of interest to Hermione. It never had been. Perhaps she was strange, or odd, but it was simply because she saw no point in it. It didn’t further their intellect, or get them good marks in school. It didn’t really help set them up for success in the future. She knew they enjoyed it and so she never said anything, but every time Parvati or one of the other girls would try to pull her into conversations about such things, Hermione would figure out a way to avoid it. It was one of the rare subjects she really didn’t know much about.

Now it wasn’t to say that she didn’t like wearing nice clothes, but it didn’t really matter to her if they were the latest style or not. So long as they were comfortable and they looked nice, that was all that mattered. She had far more important things to worry about than the clothes she wore. And that was where she and the other girls never really saw eye to eye. Hermione refocused her thoughts on the book she was reading, flipping a bag, and had almost found herself lost in its pages when a voice suddenly spoke. Hermione looked up in surprise to see the older Ravenclaw boy actually looking at her, speaking. He wasn’t familiar to her, though she was pretty sure he was a seventh year. Simply because he looked older than a fifth-year would have, he carried himself differently, and she knew all the Ravenclaws at least by looks in her year. ”It is rather good book, I enjoyed it the first time I read it, which is why I don’t mind reading it again.” she said with a smile, deciding to be friendly. There was no reason to act otherwise, and Hermione found that she could often relate to the Ravenclaws more so than her own house at times, especially when it came to something intellectual. ”It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize. I would’ve said something too. It’s always nice finding others who actually enjoy reading and don’t run away from books as though they’re poisonous,”

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