Does pain weigh out the pride,

And you look for a place to hide,

Did someone break your heart inside?

You're in ruins.

21 Guns - Green Day

Dear Hermione,

I know you're probably mad about what happened, but trust us. It's for the best. We would never let this happen if we didn't think you could handle it. You are Hermione Granger after all, you can do anything. We are so sorry about this, really, we are. I mean its Draco Malfoy! I think Dumbledore was crazy to do this, but he does know best.

After you read this please do not come looking for us. We are still in the castle, but please calm down before you look for us. We would rather talk to you then be yelled at by you.

Sorry,

Harry and Ron

P.S Hex the git if he touches you – Ron

Hermione gaped at the offensive piece of parchment in her hand. How dare they? How dare they do this and then tell her to stay away until she calmed down. She was angrier than she had ever been, even angrier then she had been when she had punched Draco Malfoy in the face.

Draco Malfoy.

It was because of him she was in this strange room looking at the most offensive thing she had ever seen. The stupid piece of parchment she had found on a strange bed in a strange room after a stupid meeting with Dumbledore.

Usually she would have been happy after a meeting with Dumbledore, he was the greatest wizard alive, but after what her meeting of consisted of she wanted to call him the stupidest wizard alive. She flopped angrily on the strange bed and closed her eyes to the strange room.

Her mind was full of thoughts of the meeting; she couldn't believe what had happened.

"Come in, Miss Granger." Dumbledore's soft voice had come from the other side of the door. She pushed it open; the headmaster was sitting at his desk, his fingertips pressed together. He was smiling and had a mischievous sparkle in his eye, which was usual for him.

There were two chairs in front of his desk, and one was currently occupied by a sour looking Draco Malfoy. She sent a glare his way, and he sent one hers. It was how things worked; they had never been on good terms. She wondered why he was there, and why he looked so much angrier than she had ever seen him before. She giggled inwardly, she loved seeing him angry. It brightened her day.

"So, now that you are here, we can make plans." She shot a puzzled look at the headmaster and he merely smiled, his eyes twinkling even more. "Mr. Malfoy here has gotten himself in much trouble lately." He went on, smiling at Draco this time, who just glared at him. "All the teachers agree that the countless detentions are not working, and we decided to try something new."

"Sir," Hermione said when he paused, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Patience, Miss Granger, I was getting to that." He smirked at her.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore smirked at her.

This can't be good, she groaned to herself. He was planning something big, something that probably wouldn't seem smart but really would be, and something that would make one or both teenagers in the room very unhappy.

"We have set up private rooms, and have put many charms on it. Mr. Malfoy will not be able to leave it until his rebellious ways have left him or they school year has ended." He smiled as though something was very funny when there was a lack of reaction. Malfoy only glared at the old man, Hermione was wondering where she fit in still.

"Sir, where do I fit in this plan?" Hermione asked puzzled,

"Why, Miss Granger, I thought you would have figured this. Mr. Malfoy here needs someone we teachers trust to stay with him, and someone in all his classes to bring him his work. And I did say rooms, Miss Granger."

It hit her then, he wanted her to spend Merlin knows how long in a room with Draco Malfoy. She would be living with him, and getting his work, and sleeping in a room next to his. She would be living with Draco Malfoy.

"What? You want me to live with this – this – this Mudblood for Merlin knows how long?" Malfoy snarled out the word 'Mudblood' and Hermione saw Dumbledore's face harden.

"Mr. Malfoy, Please watch your language. This has already been decided and your things have been moved. Your friends have been notified already, Miss Granger." He said, turning his attention to her as he said the last part.

"What? You told them before you even said anything to me? That is quite unfair. I don't even want to stay with him, nothing good can come from it." She said, struggling to keep her voice calm, but Dumbledore just smiled. His smile was starting to get irritating.

"Yes, now. I will show you to your room, and I would like a quick private word with you while I am there, Miss Granger." His eyes twinkled once more and rose to leave.

The three of them walking down the hallway could have looked quite comical, a smiling, happy Headmaster leading two fuming teenagers. The two teenagers were different in every way, one was a boy and one a girl, one a blonde and one brunette, one with startling silver eyes and one with plain brown eyes, one a Gryffindor one a Slytherin, and they were walking as far away from each other as the small hallway would permit them to.

They soon reached a small room in a seldom used portion of the castle, Dumbledore tapped the door with his wand and it opened.

"There is no password, just tap it and go in. Same to go out, the door only recognizes certain wands, Miss Granger, if I could see yours?" She handed her wand to him and he murmured a quick spell over it and tapped the door. As soon as her wand had made contact there was a quick flash,

"The door will recognize you now. And young Mr. Malfoy here will not be able to touch your wand." He smiled at the boy, who was alternating glares between the old man and Hermione. The blonde boy turned on his heels and went into the room, leaving them outside.

"Now, Miss Granger, please do try, we chose you for a reason," the headmaster said in a soft voice, "he lost his parents in that awful war, he's just acting out."

"You're talking about him as if he is not 17," Hermione snapped.

"Ah, but he is. Please just help him through this. I, and Misters Weasley and Potter, know you are capable of this." He turned to leave, but paused and called over his shoulder, "there is a note from them on your bed."

She swore she heard him chuckle softly as he walked away.

She groaned and opened her eyes; it had been a horrible day so far. She heard Malfoy making noise from his room. She got off her bed and went to her door; she called into the hallway,

"Malfoy! Can you please stop that?" he responded by making even more noise. She groaned again, and as much as she wanted to, she restrained herself from going over there to see what he was doing.

She went back to her room and grabbed her wand from off her bed. She had decided she was calm enough to pay a visit to two very dear friends of hers who deserved some attention from the lovely Hermione Granger's wand.

She tapped the door and felt a tingle go through her wand and arm, with a shiver she closed the door and skipped off to find Harry and Ron. Merlin only knew what she had in store for them.

A/N: What do you think? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Do you want more? Do you want to un-see something as horrible is this? Your opinion matters and I would love to hear it. So PLEASE Review.

Also: I know this chapter is short but it's just to get things out there, you know? Now to clear some things up:

They are in there seventh year at Hogwarts

Voldemort was killed at the end of their sixth year by Harry.

Any questions? I would love to help you understand the past. And if you have any suggestions I would love to hear them also.