Disclaimer: do not own Draco nor Hermione,buuut I really do hope that I own this plot.

She just couldn't stand this any more. This torture, these pranks, this attitude towards each other-it was just too much for her… this Slytherins-Griffindors one-on-one battles had to stop. NOW. So she- Hermione Granger the 6th year Hogwarts student had made a decision….

One beautiful sunny Sunday morning, when during breakfast everyone received their mail, to one gorgeous blonde Slytherin came an owl. This would not be so surprising if it was his family owl, but however –it was not. Having a curious expression on his face teen took the envelope from the owl's foot, and opened the letter, which said:

'Dear Mr. Malfoy,

I know that you are a very busy person, but I really would appreciate if you could donate me some of your time. Please meet me at "Three broomsticks" tonight at 7 o'clock.

Sincerely miss. Granger.'

-Holy fuck… She can't be serious, can she?-one glance across the hall was his answer; a girl with way too many curls (kinda adorable, wait I didn't just thought that about her ,now did I ? ) was looking straight into his eyes requiring an answer . He nodded mutually and saw relief in her eyes when she also nodded to him and turned away.

(…) 655 at "Three broomsticks"

'Oh god, he's already here… okay…deep breath and…'

-Good evening Mr. Malfoy. Thank you for your time …

- Get on with it Granger, I don't have all night.-his trademark smirk appeared on his face when he saw how badly the girl in front of him tried to control herself.-'wow. she must need this meeting really badly if she's putting up with this tone of mine.'

-Yes. Of course.-she sat down in front of him- you see, the thing is that I'm really tired of 'this' Slytherins vs Griffindors and I really like if that kind of thing just stopped …

-And you telling me this because…

-Because YOU control all Slytherins.

-Me? You must be joking. Where that kind of thought came from?

-Oh just stop, okay? I know as well as you that you're the Prince of Slytherin.

-Oh come on…-now there was an irritated note appearing in his voice. She looked at him and he sniffed: oh alright, you got me. I am the king of my house. So what?

-So you can stop this stupid war between us.

-Alone? Are you really that stupid?-he grinned from her expression –I of course could stop my people, but how about yours?

- I can deal with them.

- Soooo… you want peace?

-Exactly-she sighed- 'I thought it'll be harder for him to understand…'

-And what exactly am I getting from your little scheme?

-Emm… peace?

-And why do you think I need it? I'm perfectly fine with present situation.-he froze when a lightning shot through his head "She's at my mercy… "

-Well… I do not know what I could offer you…

-You need that peace so badly?

-YES! –in his head he was dancing tap-dance-

-Great. In that case let's make a deal: I'll control Slyths and you… you'll be at my service.

-WHAT? I mean em.. what?

-Just what you heard. If I'll agree with this "peace" thing you'll be mine.

-Yours in what way?

-In the way I'll want you to at the moment.-she was thinking hard 'will it be worth it? '-

-(sigh) okay…. I agree….

-That's a good girl.-he reached for her hand and shook it.- there, I think now we have ourselves a deal.-she sighed again –

- I –I guess your right… Mr. Malfoy.-his smirk grew wider from her tone.

-Very well miss Granger, now if you'll excuse me…-he stood up bowed to her 'oh so respectfully' and walked out of the café.

(…)this 'conversation' was held one night before summer's holiday, so next morning everyone left for London. There was no way that the 'deal' was going during the holiday so nor Draco nor Hermione did anything about it. Buuuuut … now the holidays are over and we all go back to Hogwarts Express….

When everybody got on and the train left the station, Hermione now the Head Girl went to the compartment full of her friends. They were about to start a very interesting conversation when suddenly BOOM! Everyone jumped from their seats and ran to the corridor to see a very interesting view: on the floor were lying two Slytherins and three Griffindors and above them stood very pissed new Head Boy: the one and only Draco Malfoy. Before Hermione could do anything he hissed:

-What. The. Hell. Is. Happening. Have I or have I not told you that Griffindors are out of question now?-his voice was almost soft, but Slytherins knew better, they palled and murmuring apologies left as soon as they could.

-Now then.- Draco turned to gaping at him Griffindors-Granger…-but she turned away and left.

- Goddamn… Granger ! Wait!

He caught her near empty compartment so without any thought he grabbed her by wrist and dragged her in.

-Granger. What's your problem?

-You didn't fulfill our deal! They fought!

-Well I didn't actually had any time to do that we aren't in the school yet. –that calmed her down.

-Okay.

-But you know I can't always be everywhere … Know everything… See what everyone is doing…

-Your point, please?

-Well I think we could change our deal a bit.

-?

-Well, I'll do …some things, let's call it this way, and Slytherins will never touch your dummies- he pretended that he didn't see her glare- if you'll do something about their behavior. It means: if your people ever touch someone mine the one who'll take the punishment will be you. is that clear?- she stood frozen- good. See you later miss Granger.-and with that he left her alone…for now…..