Hermione apparated right outside her destination. It was dark and the inhabitants were fast asleep in bed. Opening the front door after using an ant-squeak spell, Hermione entered the front room with ease and crept up the stairs and onto the landing. Staring at the door with an emerald green door knob, Hermione remembered what happened the last time she had entered that room. Those warm lips upon hers and tat breif moment of bliss before she was brought harshly down to earth. Mentally slapping herself, Hermione pointed her wand at the door knob and muttered the spell.

'Alohamora'

Hurrying inside, Hermione closed the door behind her and rushed over to the boy boy lying on his bed in the middle of the room. His ,usually slicked back hair, was lying over forehead and he was smiling slightly in his sleep. Trying to supress a smile, Hermione pulled out a pair of scissors from her robes and was about to cut a few locks from the boys head when a low voice.

'Granger, what are you doing here?' Draco Malfoy asked ,appearing from the shadows. Jumping back from the sleeping body, Hermione looked shocked to see two Draco Malfoy's before her.

'What-How?' Hermione spluttered ,lost for words.

'I coping myself' Draco explained 'It is one of the many spells ,which I created myself. It creates a copy of yourself ,which will look life yourself in one stationary position' Not knowing why he was telling her all this, Draco repeated 'What are you doing here?'

'Nothing' Hermione wracked her brains for an excuse. 'I was just checking that you and Harry were all right' she lied.

'Then what exactly were you doing with my hair?' Draco asked ,smirking. This was going to be fun 'I never knew that you could check someone's health by examining their hair or could you not resist keeping your distance from it for two weeks. I admit it is gorgeous.'

Thankful for the dark room, Hermione huffed in annoyance at the blush creeping up her cheeks. Why was she blushing? Malfoy shouldn't be able to do this to her.

'So why are you here?' Malfoy asked again ,his voice steely and controlled. 'I had the impression that you weren't going to return for two weeks? You made it seem so with all that shouting. So why exactly are you back?'

'I am not back'

'Then why are you here?'

'None of your business!'

'What you are doing here is my business ,Granger, for all I now you could be finding information to take-'

'Take where? Where could I take any information from here?'

'I don't were ,do I?'

'Then keep your assumptions to yourself! You know very well that I won't try and do this alone! We Gryffindors keep our word! If there is anyone we should worry about, it is you!'

'Me? I was the one who came up with this whole plan! I am not going to go and ruin it!'

'Oh, but did you come up with the plan?'

'Yes, of course I did!'

'Isn't it suspiscious that you came to know all this about Horcruxes and were able to dampen your ego to come and tell two thirds of the Golden Trio about it?'

'What are you implying?' Malfoy's voice now a deadly whisper.

'What I am trying to say is that if me and Harry weren't trusting people ,you would be grovelling at Voldemort's feet. This plan sounds too good to be true. How do we know that you came up with it. Couldn't Voldemort have sent you with this plan to us ,so you can lure us in and find out about us?'

There was silence. And then Hermione heard something unreal. Malfoy sighed. He gave up in defeat and sat on the edge of his bed.

'I understand' he said in defeat.

'You what?'

'I understand what you mean. You can't trust me. For all you know I could have come as a spy from Voldemort ,being one of his most trusted I would have fitted the job well. You didn't need to help me ,but you did. You and Potter- you both- trusted me when you didn't have to. You are in enemy grounds. You have risked your life ,so you can try and kill Voldemort ,even if you have to trust your childhood enemy with your life. I understand what you mean. You will always have a reason not to trust me.' Malfoy looked disheartened and sad. Hermione looked at a loss for what to do. Maybe she could be honest with him. I mean, he had been honest with her.

'Well, I know that this isn't much compared to what you told me ,but I came here for a few of your hairs' Hermione confessed. Malfoy looked up at her in surprise ,a smile tugging at his lips. 'I was going to apply as a half-time assisstant for St. Mungo's so I can practise my healing skills and I wanted to use your hair as my disguise' Hermione smiled sheepishly at him.

'You could have simply asked ,you know? And why my hair of all people?' Malfoy asked ,as he tugged a strand of hair off his head and gave it to Hermione.

'I didn't want black or red hair and I didn't want to have to barge into some random person's home to get a different colour' she explained.

'And?'

'And what?'

'And you found my hair quite appealing'

'No, I simply fancied blonde hair' Hermione said retreating out of the room ,smiling. 'Well, see you in a week and a half. By the way, owl me to tell me when you and Harry have started to get along'

Racing down the stairs Hermione ran off before Malfoy could say another word. What she didn't see, was an emerald green eye peeping out of the key hole of the room next to Malfoy's.

Authour's Note: Hope you enjoyed it. I am sorry that I haven't uploaded for long ,but my new year meant more homework. Well see you soon! Please reveiw