I went straight at the back. Climbing up the stepping stool till I reached the shelf that was the top most.

This section was not at all consecutive. In fact I had skipped the entire third row.

Luckily Draco was busy rearranging the block I had just finished. He had taken off his shirt.

Who does that inside a reading space? A literally atmosphere?

But I had no intension of correcting him at the moment. Correcting him would lead me to admit that I was staring hard at the sinews of his muscular movements, from behind his back. I held my own head and brought my gaze back on the...