Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter never have never will so it's that sad.


Draco's POV

"You are to write a two foot paper on the polyjuice potion it is due on Thursday. Dismissed."

I never should of slept through potions I'm absolute rubbish at it. But Hermione Granger isn't. I walk toward the library seeking the help of a bookworm. All of the books loomed above me, I walked to the back of the library finding the beautiful bookworm at the far table.

"Granger, I need your help with the potions homework."

"Sure Malfoy." After the war everyone forgaved and forgot and went on with their lives.

"You know I've helped you a lot this year and I barely know anything about you so do tell."

"Your right, as always. Well I grew up around violence and insults, dad would abuse me and mum when we did something wrong or when he was in a bad mood, which was always, mum got killed after the war by deatheaters for lying to Voldemort, thus making them losing the battle, they tried to come after me as well but you and the Order saved me. Right your turn tell me something about you and what you've been writing."
"Well I've been writing book and page reference for what you will need to know for the paper and about myself, I'd lie silver eyes." With that she left.

I'd lie silver eyes kept racing through my mind. What on earth does that mean. Potter should know. I walk to the Gryffindor common room trying not to freak out you know being near a room full of Gryffindorks isn't scary for a son of a deatheater.

"Can I please speak to Potter?" I asked the fat lady for last time my request not being fulfilled because I wasn't being polite.

I didn't notice the portrait door open.

"Yes Malfoy what do you want?"
"I was talking with Granger and asked her something about herself and she said I'd lie silver eyes, what does it mean?"

"Sorry I don't know."