Hermione sat down in between Harry and Ron with a huff. The rest of the common room didn't seem to notice, too used to Hermione's moods. "What's up Mione?" Harry asked, feeling he had to as her friend. "Uggh just that prick Malfoy!" She growled. On hearing the name Ron's head snapped up. "What's the git done now? Need us to sort him out Hermione?" "No thanks Ron, I pretty much handled it myself." "oh." Ron's face fell at the thought of not having an excuse to not punch Malfoy in the jaw. "What did you do?" Harry asked, intrigued by the idea of Hermione squaring up to Malfoy. "Nothing much," Hermione lied, "I just told him to back off." She knew she shouldn't lie to her friends but telling them the truth would without a doubt cause more trouble than necessary. Even if she couldn't stand Malfoy. As the boys slipped back into their routine of talking about quidditch and playing wizard chess Hermione slipped upstairs. When she reached her dorm room it was empty as the rest of the girls were downstairs. It was good that the room was empty as she needed to think. Despite her efforts her thoughts turned back to Malfoy. It had surprised her when she'd caught him checking out the novel. Maybe she didn't know everything about him? The pureblood prat may not be as bad as she first thought. Shaking herself of that idea, she got up and retrieved a book from her trunk, desperate to think of anything except Draco Malfoy.