A/N: Chapter 3! I'm warning you though, it's pretty short. And because it's short.. I'm going to post chapter 4 sooner. Oh, and thank you to those who reviewed, added this story to their alerts and favorites and added me to their favorite authors list. I'm so flattered! I don't think I deserve it though since my writing isn't that good and my thoughts are everywhere thus the sometimes incoherent content. Sorry, I'm rambling. But thank you! Really.. It's very much appreciated. So this one is dedicated to you guys!

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Eyes wide, panic overtook him as he saw what was before him: A Hermione Granger sprawled on the floor. He raked his mind on what to do. Should he tell the professors? No, they might suspect that he did this to her. Even if he switched sides, people still see him as death-loving Death Eater. And they call him prejudiced? Hypocrites.

There was no way out, he had to check on her. Leaving her would be as bad as telling the professors. If someone were to find her, he will be the prime suspect. How bloody frustrating.

Slowly, he walked through the portrait hole, making no sound. He was almost through when something on one of the couches caught his eye. He stopped and backed a few steps while watching the curios creature that is Granger's cat. It was poised on the part of the couch near her body, bending its legs. The cat was going to jump... If where its eyes were focused were any indication, it was going to jump on its owner's stomach. He watched carefully, curiosity piqued.

As predicted, the cat did jump. But before it could land on Granger's unguarded self, it landed on the floor instead. He let out a sigh of relief. Why? Because Granger moved from her spot. Apparently, she was just toying with her cat. She laughed when she saw it look at her with narrowed eyes. It meowed indignantly and she gathered it into her arms.

"Oh, Crooks. I'm sorry... I guess I just needed to feel that someone wanted to have fun with me. You're the only one that does that anymore." She apologized while snuggling the cat. It seemed to have forgiven her for it licked her.

Draco just stood there in the portrait hole, thankfully hidden by the dark. He knew there was something off with her so he tried to find out by observing her. Every person on earth is who they are when alone and in the safety of their own privacy. Maybe he might find out what's up with Hermione Granger.

She was still on the floor, cat in her arms. He knew she had the cat since their 3rd year. He came across it one night when he was walking the corridors of Hogwarts alone on his 5th year. The cat didn't really bother him. To be honest, he liked cats and even dogs. But they weren't allowed in the manor.

Watching how Hermione held her cat was... sad. It seemed like she was clinging on to the cat, like it was the only thing that could save her. When the cat shifted in her hold, something caught his eye. On her left forearm, there were a few faint marks. He never noticed them before. Must be the concealment charm. He wondered where those marks came from when it hit him.

How bloody stupid could Hermione Granger get? How could she hold on to something when it hurts her? Bloody stupid woman! The cat scratches her to the extent that it scars and she still has the bloody cat! If that ever happened to him, he'll kick it out. Animals don't have any sense of gratitude, especially that cat. He's seen how Hermione Granger was towards that cat, and it was the kind of treatment a prince gets. Ungrateful fiend. How could – He caught himself mid-rant. Why was he even hating on the bloody animal? It didn't do anything to him.

Having enough of the absurdity of Hermione Granger and her cat, he stepped in to the common room.

"Granger."

Upon hearing his voice, she quickly stood up. The suddenness of her actions caused her to wobble a bit . Crookshanks fell from her lap and was now walking around her feet, leaving his scent. He seemed to be proclaiming that Hermione Granger was his property to Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy. How long have you been standing there?" There was a slight panic to her voice. He smirked.

"Why, Granger? Been doing something you didn't want anybody to find out?"

"No." She answered a little to quickly.

"It's alright, Granger. Everyone knows you have a very unhealthy obsession of your cat. So it's not new news." He said in an uninterested voice, adding a shrug for emphasis of it not being a big deal. Nodding at her, he headed straight for his room, trying to shake of the sudden irrational feeling of committing murder towards that ugly horrid creature considered as Hermione Granger's cat.


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