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Soft sounds of breathing filled the air, letting Hermione know that everyone else had fallen asleep. She slid cautiously out of bed and tiptoed down to the Gryffindor common room. Taking care not to bump into any of the armchairs, she made her way to the portrait hole and peered out, making sure there was no one else around. She needed everything to be perfect in order to execute her plan.

The light patter or Hermione's bare feet echoed along the cold stone walls. Tonight the castle was shrouded in silence. Silvery moonlight was her only source of light, for she didn't dare light her wand in case someone was to discover her.

Suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed her from behind, one hand covering her mouth to stifle her shriek. Hermione turned to meet the eyes of her least favorite Slytherin.

"Malfoy!" she squeaked. "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Gryffindor's golden girl shouldn't be wandering the castle so late." He casually flicked the hair out of his eyes.

"I believe I asked you first," Hermione retorted.

"Well I believe I'm a higher blood status than you."

Hermione's glare was so cold that Draco gulped nervously and said:

"Fine. If you must know I'm taking a little stroll."

"At two in the morning?" she scoffed.

Draco shrugged. "I don't sleep much these days."

Hermione tilted her head to the side, studying the boy in front of her. He did look more tired than usual. She also noticed the absence of the word "mudblood." Overall, he seemed a little less… Malfoyish… than normal.

Must be the lack of sleep, she thought.

"So, Granger. Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to tell me what you're doing up at this hour?"

Hermione felt herself blush slightly. So much for him not being annoying. She pushed the hair back from her face and stammered:

"I'm uhhh… taking care of uh.. some business…"

Now it was Draco's turn to scoff.
"Business? Really? What sort of 'business?'' Draco drew air quotes on the last word.

"The kind that doesn't involve you."

"Oh but that's where you're wrong my dear Granger. It sounds like there's mischief involved, and if there's mischief I'm always there." He smirked. "So, what sort of trouble are you about to get yourself into?"

Hermione sighed. "I'm not planning to get caught, so there will be no trouble involved. And if I tell you, you must swear not to tell anyone or I'll hex you into the next century."

"I solemnly swear not to tell anyone of know-it-all Granger's evil plan or may my balls be cursed off." His faced wrinkled at the last part.

Hermione snickered slightly. "A little far, don't you think?"

Draco gave what seemed to be a ghost of a smile before rolling his eyes and saying:
"Whatever Granger, just tell me."

"Well… do you remember how last year someone turned Mrs. Norris purple?" An evil grin spread across her face.

Draco's mouth fell open in shock.

"No way. That was you? I thought it was the Weasley losers for sure."

"Nope, all me. Fred and George couldn't have done it anyways, they like to get credit for their jokes too much. Anyways, I think it's about time I paid another visit to Filch's dear cat."

Draco shook his head. "Really, I didn't think you had it in you. What did he ever do to you anyways?"

"Now we come to the oh-so-shocking revelation of the fact that you don't actually know me, Malfoy. And he gave me detention for trying to turn a book into the library past curfew and then made fun of me the whole time. Said I read too much."

Draco tried to hide his amusement by coughing into his hand.

"I don't think he's the only one who says that…"

"What?" Hermione raised one eyebrow.

"Uhh.. I mean.. I'm so helping you get back at him this time."

"I don't remember asking you to join me," she said slowly.

"There's no way I'm missing out on a chance to mess with Filch. Do you know how any times he's put me in detention? Don't worry your bushy head, I'll be great help."

Hermione considered this for a moment.

"Fine. But if you tell anyone I'll—"

"I know I know, hex me into the next century. I've got it. Now let's move."

"Hey, it's my plan. I give the orders."

"But I'm the guy."


"That automatically makes me in charge."

"Um no it doesn't?"

"It does. And should I mention that I'm a pureblood?"

"Not if you want to keep that pretty hair of yours, ferret."

"Err, okay. But seriously we should probably go ahead and get this over with."

Hermione scowled but said:

"I guess so. But if you mess anything up I'm coming after you."

This time Draco gave a real smile. "Got it, crazy."

Hermione shook her head and grinned as she and Draco moved swiftly towards the chambers of an unsuspecting man and his not-so-lucky cat.

Again I hope you liked it! Stick around if you want to see Filch's reaction to his cat being turned purple :O