Hermione wakes up as she feels something swat at her hair. She turns onto her side and tries to go back to sleep. It felt early which usually meant that it was early. She curles back into the blankets before groaning as the swatting continues against her back. She finally sits up in bed ready to yell at the perpetrator, before pausing as she sees a medium sized black cat with green eyes sitting on the bed watching her.

"What are you doing in here?" Hermione asks. "Draco probably let you in here huh?"

The cat mews and gives her a look.

"Why do you look so annoyed, kitty? If a cat can look annoyed," she adds. "Well, lets go and see if Draco is culprit."

Hermione picks the cat up and cuddles it in her arms before walking out of her bedroom. "Draco?"

At no answer she walks into the kitchen, going to the counter and setting the cat down before picking up a note sitting there.

Hermione,

I had to head into work early today and then I'm supposed to meet Blaise for dinner. I'll come over after I leave him. Why not wear something sexy for me? Only half-joking there.

Love,

Draco

P.S. The visitor was outside your door this morning, trying to come in. I figured maybe you know who he belongs to.

Hermione bites her lip as she looks at the cat sitting patiently on the counter, staring at her.

"Well, I don't know who you belong to."

The cat moves forward and stands on its back legs, placing his front paws against Hermione's chest and looking her in the eyes.

"You're so cute," she says petting its head. "I think I'm going to keep you until we can find your owner. I'm going to call you snufflepuffs."

The cat hisses and backs away.

"Don't like that name?" Hermione asks looking at the cat. "Well tough, because that's what I'm calling you," she says going over to the fridge and pulling out a juice to drink.

She leans against the counter, thinking that the cat reminded her of someone. She shrugs before putting her juice down and going to get dressed.

"Alright, snufflepuffs," Hermione says looking him in the eye. "I don't want this house destroyed before I get home. I'm going to work. Do what Crookshanks does."

Hermione rubs the bridge of her nose as she looks over the report in front of her. She hadn't had a chance to finish what she was doing while at work, so over half of it had come home with her. She glances upwards and frowns as she sees Snufflepuffs eyeing her hot dog that she was attempting to eat.

"I gave you food when I got home. You turned your nose up at it like you were too good for it," she says snatching her food out of his reach. "So, it's not my fault that Crookshanks ate it. You didn't want it."

The cat mews and gives her a pleading look. Hermione melts instantly. She breaks off a piece of her hot dog and places it on the table in front of him. He moves quickly and begins to eat it.

"Never seen a cat eat a hot dog before," Hermione mutters before looking at her report again. Her eyes were starting to hurt by looking at all of the words on the paper. Who cared about this stuff anyway? So what if Deckler had thought that there had been a dark wizard in his yard. None of them compared to Voldemort anyways. They could do little things like turn your ears green or something.

She looks up and smiles as the doorbell rings. She climbs off of the couch and answers the door, her smiling growing bigger at the sight of Draco and a bouquet of flowers.

"Corny?"

"Maybe," Draco agrees handing them to her, "But Blaise thought that it would be a good idea," he says kissing her gently. "Oh, what is that horrid smell?"

"I made hot dogs for dinner," Hermione says frowning. "I didn't think that they smelt that bad. Oh wait, my food!" she exclaims before running into the living room and frowning as her plate was empty and Snufflepuffs was sitting on the coffee table licking his paws. "Oh you."

"How about I make you some real food?" Draco asks wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.

"Or you could keep doing that," Hermione mutters.

Draco chuckles. "I'd love to, but you need some fresh food and not just processed meat," he says shuddering before heading towards the kitchen.

"How was dinner with Blaise?"

"Fine. He talked about Gem and his girlfriend a lot though," Draco says digging in her fridge. "Do you have anything not premade?"

"Not really," Hermione says resting on the couch again.

Snufflepuffs mews and moves into her lap, rubbing against her.

"What now you're trying to apologize? It's not going to work." Hermione smiles as the cat continues to look at her. "Alright fine, you're forgiven."

Snufflepuffs jumps off of her lap and moves around on the floor. Draco comes back into the living room and hands her a sandwich, frowning slightly.

"It's all I could find," he mutters. "I'll have to do some shopping tomorrow."

"You don't have to. My food's fine."

Draco snorts. "Ha! I'm not eating that stuff.'

Hermione shrugs and takes a bite of the sandwich.

"So, do you know who the cat belongs to?"

Hermione shakes her head. "I'll put some posters up tomorrow for him and see if anyone claims him. And if no one does than I guess I'm keeping Snufflepuffs."

"Wait. Snufflepuffs?" Draco asks holding in a laugh.

"It's cute."

"I'm sure not to him."

Hermione finishes her sandwich and stands. "I'm going to take a shower," she turns and looks at Draco. "Coming?"

Draco nods. "Be there in a minute."

Hermione smiles and heads into the bathroom. Draco stands and looks at Snufflepuffs. The cat was glaring at him with upmost content.

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it, Potter?" he asks going into the bathroom and shutting the door.