Hermione looked into Draco's eyes and calmly but quickly reached for her wand. She cast a full body bind on him and stood up. She rushed to the door, hoping that no one had seen anything. She with some difficulty dragged Draco out of the doorway and shut the door. Then she cast a memory charm on him and unfroze him. He would not remember anything from the last five minutes, and it would take a few seconds for him to shake off the body bind. She then changed back into a cat quickly before he could snap out of it. She breathed a kitty sigh of relief as Draco came out of his trance looking very confused. He looked at the shut door, then down at her. She meowed and began to rub up against his legs, hoping to distract him. It worked; he reached down to pet her and then remembered what he had come back to his room for.
He opened his walk-in closet and looked through it until he found his everyday cloak. Hermione watched as he put it on and took the money purse down from the shelf. Where was he going? He looked down at her as her fastened his cloak and put his purse in his pocket. She meowed at him, hoping for some kind of explanatory response. "I'm going out, cat." Helpful, Draco, really helpful. She meowed again, and looked up at him with her big blue cat eyes. "I'm going to Diagon Alley, okay? Is that alright with you?" Hermione pawed at him, jumped to the chest of drawers next to him and climbed onto his shoulder. She wrapped herself around his neck. Good thing I'm a Siamese cat, she thought, other wise I might not fit up here. Draco was very amused and began to chuckle. "Oh you want to come, too? Well I suppose there's no harm in it. But you can't tell anyone where we went."
She sat still while Draco went over to the fireplace, grabbed some floo powder from his jar and threw it into the fire. Traveling through the grates as a cat was certainly different. She could smell and see so much more than she ever did as a human and she was in two minds about it. Being a cat was so much more to process and she understood so much more by instinct. But as a human she did not have the time to pay attention to all these things, she had too many things to do and too much worrying to do.
Draco stepped out of the grate in the Diagon Alley bookshop, Flourish and Blotts. Hermione wondered if he was getting his schoolbooks already, but there was no school for another month, the booklists didn't come until about two weeks before term. So what was he here for? He was walking towards the more philosophical section where Hermione spent most of her birthday money on various creatures' rights books. Funnily, she thought, they had put muggle rights along with the vampires, undead, elves, gnomes, and goblins. It was such a subtle things, yet it screamed at her that muggle-borns weren't even people. This was a store run by a very centrist wizard, very happy to serve all people alike and yet his store had been organized with a very pure-blood attitude. She sighed and Draco reached up to scratch her head, thinking she was perhaps bored.
Draco began to look through the sections, stopped in the muggle rights section, and Hermione had to look twice to check where he was pulling books from. She knew that he had begun to hate the way his father treated him but she did not know that he had begun to consider changing his whole attitude towards muggle borns. She was pleased with him and began to purr. He smiled and held up two books to her and asked, "Which do you like, the blue or the red?" Hermione strained her cat mind to remember how to read. The red book was called "The Muggle Rights Struggle in Our Time" and the blue, "Mudblood: The Memoir of a Muggle Born Wizard in a Pure Blood World." Hermione picked the blue book, reaching out to it and Draco put the red one back on the shelf, and then he went to pay for it when Hermione spotted Harry and Moody walking by. She slipped off Draco's shoulder and followed them until they stopped outside of a gadget shop. Draco was still stuck in line and couldn't chase after her, she would go back and find him later.
She went up to Harry and meowed loudly. He looked down and smiled. He picked her up and whispered "Meet me in The Leaky Cauldron." She licked him on the those nose and meowed at Moody who smiled. He leaned close to her, pretending to pet her and whispered "That's a very good disguise, Granger. We'll see you in a few minutes."