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"Are you out of your mind, Malfoy?" Harry said, knowing Draco couldn't be serious.

"Don't act like I'm mad, Potter, I'm serious," Draco spat back.

"Well you are mad, Malfoy. Madame Hooch would have us dead if she caught us," Harry said, turning back around to the feast lain before them. Draco, standing behind Harry, groaned and almost walked away. But before he did, Draco snatched a chicken leg that Ron was about to devour and held it in front of Harry.

"You see this, Potter? This is you. Chicken," Draco said, "If you feel like redeeming your title as the all-wondrous Harry Potter, I better meet you down at the field tonight."

"And what if I don't, Malfoy?"

"Don't ever expect me to have any respect for you ever again."

"I'll truly be heartbroken."

Draco sneered, tossed the chicken back to Ron, and walked back to the Slytherin table. Harry shook his head in amazement of how moronic some of Draco's little plots could be. Ron examined the chicken leg, and soon devoured it when the inspection was over.

"Always up for competition, he is," Harry commented.

"I'm sure he had something planned," Ron said.

"I mean, really, he wants us to race on our brooms, in the middle of the night! We'd lose so many House Points, and Lord knows what else!" Harry said.

"No one will ever know how his mind works," Ron said.

"Oh would you give him a break!" Hermione cried, "He just wants to see who's faster, it doesn't mean he's contrived some devious plan to wreck your stupid little broom or something. Good Lord! Is it really something to get so upset about?"

"What? We can't have dinner conversations now?" Harry asked her.

Hermione groaned out of frustration, leapt up from her seat and walked out of the Great Hall, and headed for the Gryffindor common room.

"Who stuck a wand up her butt?" Ron murmured.

"I know! Really! Can you believe she was sticking up for Draco?" Harry cried.

"I'm telling you," Ron said, testing the edibility of a hardened dinner roll, "Girlfriends are the devil. You'd be better off alone."

"The last time I took your advice on females," Harry reminded him, "I ended up in a skirt."

"Hey," Ron defended, "All I said is some girls like guys in touch with their feminine side."

Hermione lay in her bed, wide awake. She and Harry had been going out for almost a year, and it was going nowhere. Plus, she didn't see it going anywhere in the future. Harry always complained how Draco always thought he was the biggest, baddest and best, even though Harry was no better. Harry thought everyone should pity him and idolize him at the same time, and Hermione had done that for some time. No more. Harry's had his 15 seconds of fame, Hell, he's had over 15 years of fame, that evens out the rest. Hermione wouldn't be his pity girl anymore.

CRASH.

Hermione scrambled out of bed, and hurried to nearest window. She put a hand on the cold stone wall and peered out of the window to see what had just crashed. Down near the Quidditch field was none other than Harry, and a missing Draco. Her eyes scanned the field but didn't see Draco anywhere. She could then make out a rustling in the forest nearby, and a limping Draco staggered out, keeping his broom in hand.

Hermione ran to get changed, but realized she had forgot to change into any form of pajamas anyway. She snatched her Gryffindor robe, pulled it on, and quickly hurried down the tower, making sure not to wake any other Gryffindors. Her shoes clapped against the stone stairs as she ran down towards the common room, letting her fingers feel the hard ice wall. She reached the common room, and there sit Ron watching the flames of the fireplace.

"What in the world are you doing here?" Hermione snapped at him in a whisper.

"I'm waiting up for Harry to come back from his little race with Draco. What are you doing her?" Ron said, realizing her entrance to the common room.

"I heard a noise outside and I'm going out to see what it is," Hermione informed him.

"A noise?" Ron asked, "What kind of noise?"

"I think Draco's hurt," Hermione said.

"Oh, is that all?" Ron said, turning back to the flames.

"And you call him insensitive," Hermione muttered and started walking out to the hallway.

"Wait," Ron said, tossing a silvery material to Hermione, "Take Harry's invisibility cloak so you don't get caught."

"Thank you," Hermione said, accepting the cloak and pulling it on, over her head, making sure that her entire body was covered. She turned to Ron.

"Do I look invisible?" she asked, then noticing the stupidity in her question.

"You've never looked so invisible in your life," he said.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Hermione rushed out of the common room. She was sure to avoid prefects and Filch at all costs. After careful maneuverings and sleuthing, she finally made it to the bottom floor of the Hogwarts castle. Just as she was about to leave through the front door, the growling of a little black cat stopped Hermione. She turned around, and examined it. It seemed half the age of Mrs. Norris, so it couldn't be her. Hermione stooped and examined the kitten's tag attached to its collar. It read simply, Bad Luck.

"That's an odd name for a kitten," Hermione thought, "Then again, it is a black cat."

Hermione decided to ignore the black ball of fur and tugged at the huge wooden door. It slowly began creeping open as Hermione pulled with all her might. The kitten began walking around Hermione's ankles and purred. Hermione kicked a little to get the cat away, but the kitten was relentless. Once there was enough of an opening, Hermione stopped tugging on the door and made her way outside. With both hands and gritted teeth Hermione began closing the giant door. The kitten scrambled outside before Hermione could completely close the door.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hermione snapped at the cat.

The cat looked up at her with pleading eyes and put a paw on her shoe.

"I can't keep you, if that's what you're thinking," Hermione informed the cat, "You have a collar, so you must belong to someone."

The kitten pawed at Hermione's shin with a begging stare, so Hermione picked up the cat and cradled it in her arms.

"Fine," Hermione said, "I'll take care of you for tonight, but tomorrow we find your owner, alright?"

The kitten buried her head in Hermione's arm and began falling asleep. Hermione made sure the giant door leading into Hogwarts was shut, and then made her way around to the Quidditch field. By the time she got there, Draco had limped his way towards the castle and Harry looked very annoyed. Hermione removed the invisibility cloak. Harry looked up and saw Hermione as he dropped his angry stance and cocked his head to the side in confusion of why Hermione was there and why she had a cat. Hermione set the kitten down, and Draco looked up.

"What the hell are you doing here, Granger?" Malfoy said through groans of pain.

"I came to see what happened. I heard a crash and it woke me up. What in the world are you two doing here in the middle of the night?"

"I decided to challenge Draco to that race," Harry told her.

"And you didn't win so you threw him into the forest?" Hermione asked.

"No!" Harry shouted, "Draco rammed into me to try and knock me off my broom, so I knocked him back. I guess I hit him a little too hard."

"Damn straight you hit me too hard," Draco said, lifting up his arm to see his wounds. Hermione saw he had bloody scratches all over his arm, a few cuts on his face, and he was limping on his left leg.

"We better take you straight to Madame Pomfrey," Hermione said to Draco.

"Aren't you going to ask if I'm okay?" Harry asked angrily.

"You're not the one who fell into the treetops, Harry!" Hermione shouted.

"Yeah? Well I think I bruised my arm, if you care," Harry said.

Hermione scowled and began helping Draco back towards Hogwarts. Usually, Draco would swat her hands off him and say he could help himself just fine, but he was in too much pain to care who was helping him. With Hermione's arm around him, Draco limped back to the castle, as Harry stood in his spot and wondered what was wrong with Hermione lately.