Draco's fingers flexed on the arm of the chair. He had just watched as Granger garbled on, something about Potter and Weasley, before she left. His eyes strayed to the chair where she had sat and tried to organise his thoughts. Truth be told, he had enjoyed Granger's company and that scared him. The novels cheered him up and to be able to share that with someone was great. So what's the problem? His conscience chirped at the back of his mind. The problem was that it was Granger. Socialising with a Gryffindor was ludicrous as it is, but she was a muggleborn. Mudblood! He corrected. Damn that girl had got to him in just a few short hours. He ran a hand through his hair frustrated and feeling vaguely violated. What worried him the most was that he had actually enjoyed talking to her, she was a great person. He brought his fist down hard on the chair and as a consequence his fist began to throb. Cursing himself Draco stood up and made himself room to pace. Something had to be done and it was simple - he'd just ignore her. Now that thought should have brought comfort but it didn't because Draco didn't believe he'd be able to do it. The girl had him wrapped round her finger. He shook his head, this was silly, he was a Malfoy and who was she but a girl. It's not as if they'd planned to meet again. It was just a one time thing that no-one had to find out about. Breathing in he headed for the door to make his way back down to the dungeons. Draco knew his fellow Slytherins wouldn't ask him where he'd been, probably for fear of getting shouted at or mildly hexed. Maybe Parkinson would at a push, but he believed she'd learnt her lesson from last time. Coming up to the portrait he whispered "judge the weak," and breezed in as it swung open. Nobody looked directly at Draco as he passed through the common room, though he did notice a few sideways glances from the younger years. Making his way up the stairs he opened the door to the third year boy's dorm room. Draco had to suppress the urge to groan as he spotted Vince and Greg playing cards on their beds. Ignoring them completely, he flopped on his own bed and quickly drew the curtains. Knowing Greg and vince knew better than to disturb him, he casted a silencing charm around his bed and took out his book. As the words formed in his mind Draco began to relax, his earlier worries forgotten.