Hi, thanks to all of my reviewers. I'm glad you like what I have so far. Sorry I took so long to update, I had this chapter written but I couldn't log on for a few days. Weird-huh?

Okay-well, enjoy!

What are you doing here?

Hermione looked up quickly, her brown eyes wide with fear. What she saw made her eyes suddenly slant with hatred;

Draco Malfoy stood in front of her wearing the sneer he reserved solely for her. She fought against the hand clamped over her mouth while Malfoy smirked.

"I'll only let go, mudblood, if you promise not to scream."

Hermione managed not to roll her eyes as she nodded her head.

"But if you do, you'll be sorry" Malfoy added, as he released Hermione from his grasp and she felt at her throat as she caught her breath.

Malfoy took advantage of her temporary silence to cast a glace around the common room, perhaps to check if they were alone.

"Really, Granger, what the hell are you doing here?"

He said, turning back to Hermione, who had recovered from her shock and now stood glowering at him with her hands on her hips.

"What am I doing here?" Hermione asked, in a hushed voice that somehow still managed to yell at Malfoy,

"This is my common room. I should be asking you what you are doing here. And especially so late at night."

"That's really none of your concern," Malfoy answered smarmily as he fell back into one of the large chairs near the fireplace.

"Actually--" Hermione began, her hand raised halfway as though she was about to point at the silver badge on her chest, but Malfoy interrupted her;

"Is this really the Gryffindor common room?' he said with a sneer, picking up something woolly off of the armrest of his chair;

"I mean, look at this fuzzy rag someone left behind, from the state of it, I'll bet it was Weasley."

Hermione opened her mouth in contempt but suddenly began to laugh at the sight of Malfoy holding one of her house elf hats out in front of him between two fingers, his nose wrinkled in disgust, as though he'd just found a hair in his Yorkshire pudding.

"Shhhhh…"

Hermione's laughter had grown louder.

Malfoy dropped the elf hat carelessly and clamped his hand back over Hermione's mouth.

Hermione stopped laughing and this time Malfoy allowed her to pull back his fingers off of her lips.

"You never told me why you came here tonight," she said quietly.

"Didn't I?" Malfoy replied, raising one of his pale blond eyebrows, if Hermione remembered correctly it was the left one.

Why did Malfoy come? Any guesses? If you are right I will let you know, or if you have a better idea than I do, I will use it and credit you!

By the way, sorry if you didn't want it to be Malfoy! Let me know what you think and leave a review!

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