Chapter One

-Hogwarts Platform-

"I want a truce."

Those were the first words I heard from Draco Malfoy's mouth at the start of 7th year. And that wierded me out, man.

"You do realize who you're talking to, right? Hermione Granger? The girl you taunted and hated for 6 years?"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Yes. I'm not a bloody idiot. But we're both heads this year. And I don't want to get into trouble by fighting with the head girl. Who I'm rooming with in case you've forgotten."

That's all true. What can it hurt?

"Hm…okay. Then you can't call me a mudblood anymore."

"Most definitely. So we have a deal or not?" He put out his hand. I looked at it hesitantly. This was Draco Malfoy, after all. Whom I was actually having a semi- civilized conversation with. Who teased me all these years. Who I hate. Who looks awfully good this year.

Where did that come from?

I finally took his hand. Then, the strangest thing happened. He gave me an actual smile. Not a smirk or a scowl, but an actual smile.

And as much as it infuriates me to say this, he looked pretty damn good.

I smiled back. "See you at school, Malfoy." I was about to walk away to find Harry, Ron, and Ginny when he grabbed my arm. Shivers went through my skin.

"Call me Draco…Hermione." And with that, he went off.

That was strange.

-On the Train-

I looked through the compartments until I found Harry and Ron.

They both smiled when they saw me. "Hermione!" They yelled in unison as they threw themselves at me.

"You guys!" I laughed. "I can't breathe!" They grinned and we sat down.

"Where's Ginny?" I asked.

Ron made a face. "Somewhere snogging the pants off Dean Thomas, most likely. The two have been going at it ever since the bloke came over to visit."

I laughed. It was just like old times again.

"Oh, guess what you guys. Draco Malfoy came over to me on the playform just now and asked for a truce. Can you believe it?" Their mouths dropped.

"Are you serious? What do you reckon he's up to?" Ron asked.

"How do you know it wasn't sincere?"

"Well, come on, 'Mione, this is Malfoy we're talking about." Harry answered me.

"Well, I think we should atleast give him a chance."

They looked at eachother skeptically before Harry said, "Well, we may not trust him, but we respect your judgement, Herms. Just be careful, ok?"

"Yeah", piped up Ron. "And if he does anything kinky, just give us the word and we'll beat him into a bloody pulp." I laughed again. The rest of the ride, we just played exploding snap.

-Hogwarts Great Hall-

"Hermione? Hermione!" I turned around and was barricaded by a blur of red.

"Whoa! Ginny, is that you?" I took a better look.

"Well, duh, who else would it be?" She then looked around and whispered in my ear, "I heard you're rooming with Malfoy. How are you holding up?"

I giggled. "Ginny, don't worry. We made a truce. Of course, I'll have to see if he sticks to it. Now let's get seated before Dumbledore speaks."

We were right on time. Right as I sat my arse down, he stood up.

"Welcome, students, to another year at Hogwarts. I'm sure this one will be quite eventful." I noticed he looked straight at Harry when he said that. "As ususal, the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden. And Argus Filch has added once again to the list of items that are unallowed; that is posted outside for anyone who wishes to see it. And may I announce this year's head boy and girl." This perked me up a bit.

"Draco Malfoy from Slytherin, please stand." All the Slytherins applauded wildly, while all the other houses clapped politely.

"Hermione Granger from Gryffindor." I stood up. Harry and Ron, of course, were whistling like animals, as were many others from my house. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff clapped a lot too, but the Slytherins didn't even move.

That is, exept Mal…Draco. I'll have to get used to that. He was clapping a little. Somehow, they made me feel oddly proud.

"Let the sorting begin."

-Head Common Room-

It was already 1 am when I ran into the head common room for the first time. I was stunned.

Everything in the room was decorated in Slytherin and Gryffindor colors. Although it was nice, I hoped the room wasn't like that. My favorite colors were actually blue, red, and black. Mostly black.

Stunning, isn't it?

"Thought you weren't gonna make it." In all my amazement, I didn't notice Draco sitting on the green couch on my right.

"Sorry. The Gryffindors had a huge party, and I guess I got carried away." I sighed as I dropped my bag onto the floor and threw myself onto the maroon couch. Heaven.

"How was it?" He asked after a pause.

I raised my eyebrows slightly at him. "You actually care what a mudblood did?" I was saying it as a joke, but I guess he didn't take it that way. Because his eyes darkened. I was quite surprised because the light shade of blue became navy.

"You aren't a mudblood." With that, he got up off the couch and went into the bathroom.


Actually, when he said that, it was directed toward me, but it sounded like he was more saying it to himself. Like he was confirming it. To himself.

Finally, at about 2 am, I was in my pajamas and getting into bed, which was right next to Draco's, only separated by a table.

To my relief, the room was all blue and black. Really amazing what Dumbledore knows, honestly.

He was already in his bed, reading a book. When, he saw me, I guess he knew I was tired because he set it down and lied his head onto his pillow.

"Goodnight, Draco," I said right before I turned off the lights.

After a few minutes, however, he turned them back on and turned toward me.

"You know I meant what I said." He stared intently into my eyes. "About you not being a mudblood."

At first, I was completely surprised. Then I slowly broke into a small grin.

"I know."