Hermione wandered the empty halls of the Malfoy Manor aimlessly. She truthfully had no idea where she was going, but she comforted herself on the fact that wherever she was headed was far away from Malfoy. After wandering the cold, empty corridor for what felt like forever, she began to feel the weariness of the day's activities catching up with her. All she wanted now was a nice warm bed. The only trouble was finding a way to locate her room in this horror maze of a house.

"Mrs." Hermione spun around at the shrill voice behind her. Standing by a small stairwell was a tiny elf wrapped in a single rag that seemed to fall off the poor thing's body.

"Yes?" Hermione asked uncertainly.

"Master Draco told me to show you the way to your room," the elf squeaked again.

At Hogwarts, Hermione had started an organization called the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. She had wanted to help the elves because she felt that that were mistreated and misunderstood. Seeing Malfoy's poor elf in front of her in nothing but a rag brought back those feelings. Poor elves. Despicable Malfoy.

"Thank you, How do I get to my room from here?" Hermione responded politely.

"Just follow the hallway all the way to the end of the house, and there you will find another elf at a staircase. He will direct you to your room."

Hermione nodded in response. Leave it to Draco to put her through so much work to just find a warm bed. She was going to have a stern talk with that wizard when she awoke next morning. "Thank you for your help," she told the small elf with a smile. The elf looked up at Hermione curiously.

-o-o-

This is absolutely preposterous, Hermione thought to herself in anger. On her supposed way to her room, she had stopped sixteen times to ask for directions from the elves whom seemed to be posted at all the stairwells. Each time, the elves had given her a new set of direction leading her all around the Manor. By this time, the witch was sure she had circled the Manor at least five times.

She let out an aggravated scream and kicked at one of the walls. Somehow, she knew Draco was behind this. Whatever his plan, she refused to be a part of it any longer. He clearly wanted her to spend the whole night searching for her bedroom. However, Hermione needed her sleep. Opening a random door in the hallway, the witch looked inside to see what it held. There was a bed in the center of the room made up with what looked like finely made covers and pillows. Hermione let out a sound of relief and walking into the room, shutting the door softly behind her.

-o-o-

Draco remained sprawled across his loveseat hours after Hermione had left. After countless drinks, he still couldn't sate his feelings of unease. Pansy was living out of the east wing, completely unaware that while her Contract with him was still ative, her successor had now taken up residence in the Manor as well. Hermione was in no danger from Pansy; there was absolutely no doubt in Draco's mind that Granger had been waiting a long time to hex the bollocks off Pansy Parkinsons. While no physical harm could come of Pansy's knowing about Draco's latest plot, there was a remnant of a concern regarding Pansy's vengeful and impulsive personality traits, While they still shared a Contract, Pansy was in a position of leverage over his social standings. Draco didn't want her to know or use this to her advantage. The faster Pansy's Contract could be annulled and Granger's signed, the better for Draco's interests.

Once his mind was settled, his stomach began to churn. Draco pushing himself up from his seat. The moment all of his weight was forced upon his unsteady legs, he fell back onto the couch. He cast a quick sobering spell and immediately felt some of the blurriness in his vision fade. Though certainly not completely sober, he was now was slightly less drunk than a moment before. Once more Draco pushed himself up from the loveseat, this time landing on steady legs.

It was not very difficult for Draco to locate the path to his bedroom. The dark hallways, though unlit were illuminated by a urethral glow cast down from strategically placed limestone windows. As he hallways wound closer to the heart of the Manor, Candles appeared on the walls of the low-ceilinged passages. Upon locating his room, Draco fumbled through the doorway and shuffled over to the bed. Quietly removing his shoes and socks, the wizard slipped under his surprisingly warm sheets without so much as a second thought as to why his bed was warm.

-o-o-

Hermione woke well-rested in the morning. Her eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliarly large looking black awning. Strange, she thought to herself. My room is not -

The events of the previous day rushed back to her, slowly replaying in her mind. For a few minutes, she merely laid on the bed staring up at the sharp jutts of the black awning. When did her life become so complicated?

A masculine groan sounded from right beside her, and Hermione felt the mattress dip down as something readjusted itself on her bed. She froze. Slowly and with wide eyes, she turned her head to the side, frightened to see what or who she was sharing her bed. What she saw was the sleeping face of the a despicably familiar blond wizard. Hermione's previously wide eyes narrowed. How dare he come into my room and invade my bed, she silently fumed. That's it. Malfoy, you -

Another groan interrupted Hermione's thoughts. Her gaze shifted into one of disgust as she took in his sleeping appearance. She made a dismissive noise as she turned her head away from him intent on removing herself from his proximity. Before the sound was hardly out of her mouth, Draco's eyes shot open and a pair of pale hands shot out, connecting with her back and pushing her off the bed and onto the floor. In shock at the sudden movement, Hermione grabbed onto the nearest object: the bedding. The witch's bum collided with the cold wooden panels on the floor, and the heavy comforter followed in her suite by landing on top of her.

"What in Merlin's name was that?" A gruff voice demanded. Malfoy, she nearly screamed in fury as though his name had become her favorite curse word.

"Was that really necessary, you pompous jerk?" the witch fought against the comforter, trying to find her way out from underneath it. The air felt stuffy, and Hermione was sure that Draco had not heard a single word she had said through the muffling bedding. Finally, she pulled the edge of the heavy blanket up and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Draco looked down over the side of his bed in surprise at the sound. There, glaring up at him, surrounded by a pile of bedding was Granger. "What could you possibly be doing down there?" He snapped.

"I know what you mean to say is 'Are you okay? I didn't mean to coerce you into staying at my house, sneak into your bed, and shove you off it in the morning, like the royal prick I am," Hermione seethed,

"Reflex," Draco shrugged, stretching his back and would hardly understand. Living in Slytherin all those years ago had taught Draco constant vigilance and quick reflexes, else he be the victim of another's prank. Before the Granger could protest - which he knew she would - he spoke, "Now that I know why you're on the floor, tell me why you found it in your fancy to enter my room."

Hermione was confused. His room? But she thought this was her room. After all, last night she had been walking the halls and...she had entered a random room. So this hadn't been her room after all, but what were the chances that the room was his? She took a moment to wonder it whether or not she had somehow angered a powerful deity that was now seeking vengeance, because it wasn't possible for any sole person to be so unlucky.

"I didn't know it was your room." Hermione's cheeks turned red. How had she not realizing this earlier? In a manor this large, only the rooms that were currently being used wouldn't be made up, and no guest was ever placed in a room this lavish. Regardless of whether or not Draco was the terrible beast she always knew him to be, she was his guest, so to speak, and she had slept in his bed last night. It was downright shameful. She'd shared a night in the same bed as Draco Malfoy. The very thought scalded her modest nature. How would she ever be able to live such a mistake down. Her only comfort was that they'd only just slept together, and he obviously hadn't tried anything. He would have jinzed all the way back into his mother's womb by now if he had.

Draco looked at the girl doubtfully.

"Honestly, Draco," She scolded, finally standing up and kicking the comforter away from her ankles. As embarrassed as she was by her own action, his still infuriated her. "Why would I enter your room purposefully other than to maybe kill you? And you were not here when I came fell asleep, which means that you must have seen me when you came in later on. You knew what you were doing." The witch was yet again sending an accusatory glare at the wizard.

"Hardly," Draco drawled. "I didn't even turned the lights on when I walked in, and you were sleeping on the opposite side of the bed. There is no way that you are going to push this on me."

The two glared at each other one standing with her hands on her hips and the other reclining against his bedpost.

"Master Malfoy?"

Hermione turned around at the sudden sound. She hadn't even heard the elf materialize behind her.

"Mister Gustavus is here to see you."

"Finally," Draco said, standing up from the bed. "Oh, and Granger. As a courtesy warning, I'm going to start undressing now. You can leave or stay. It's up to you" He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled the fabric over his head, disheveling his hair slightly in the process.

Hermione let out an irritated noise and stormed past him just as he was reaching for his pants.