Hermione was crouched far back in the archives, crouched down in front of a book nearly as old as she was. Under normal circumstances, this book might be too yellowed and too fragile to be handled, but whoever had archived it had hit it with some top notch protective spells. It was handwritten, and though the writing was crabbed and difficult to decipher, the tome was fascinating.
It was also the exact reason the archives needed a complete overhaul. Well, it and other books like it. They did no one any good tucked in a dark corner of a building Hermione had come to be certain was much larger on the inside than it had any right to be.
She ran her fingers over the page, intent on untangling a line of text that seemed to be an amendment to the original Hogwarts bylaws. She was distracted, however, by an interoffice memo that managed to strike the side of her head and snare itself in her hair. Making an unladylike noise, Hermione reached up and freed the still squirming bit of paper. Once it was in her hands, it stilled.
Harry. With something she really, really wanted.
It had better be coffee.
Hermione heaved herself to her feet, giving her bum a cursory dusting before winding her way out from the back shelves. Spying Harry sitting in the chairs like any Ministry peon, she flapped an impatient hand at him, knowing he would follow her back into her inner sanctum- a slightly cluttered but, in her own way, perfectly organized office, filled to the brim with books and stacks of parchment and old, dark furniture. She adored it.