An unexpected escort
Hermione is awoken by a light rapping on her door. She groggily stumbles off the bed and to the door. Standing right outside her room is Malfoy.
"What is it Malfoy?"
For once he doesn't have that awful sneer on his face, nor does he respond with a nasty remark. He simply looks her in the eyes and responds:
"Breakfast is about to start, I know that you usually arrive around the same time as me, and wished to know if you wanted me to walk there with you?"
Hermione is taken aback by his offer. Why was he offering to walk with her, he thought she was beneath him! Where was his hatred for her blood status? His hostility?
She noticed that he was still standing there, his face carefully neutral, and realized that he was waiting for her answer.
"Oh, um, sure, if you're alright with waiting for me to finish getting ready."
He nodded and swiftly turned to sit on the couch in the head's common room.
Hermione closes the door and slumps down with her back to it. Internally screaming about the weirdness that was Draco bloody Malfoy acting like he believed she was his equal.