A snort erupted from the head girl's lips, "Hah! Is that what you think I meant?" Delilah paused looking at him with an eyebrow raised, "Well its not, ferret face." The platinum blond looked at her expectantly. "I meant, aren't you suppose to be with your slytherin cronies?" The seventeen year old paused again, "Because I do not believe that no way in hell would Draco Malfoy act on his responsibilities to the school." She finished coolly.

The slytherin boy glared at her, "A Malfoy needs to keep up the family name." His voice wavered slightly, "Or else they are a disgrace." Delilah looked at him with a penetrating stare. "Is that so ferret?" Her british tongue sounding strongly, "Does your daddy beat you when you screw up?" BAM. She knew she hit the spot when his eyes looked the other way and his teeth were biting his lower lip. Instantly the sky-blue eyed girl felt bad, by the way she was acting she could have been in slytherin. But she had those big brains and that huge heart. Malfoy was the only person –well other slytherins, too- that brought her nasty side out.

Getting up, the seventh year, sighed. She walked over to the platinum blond and sat down next to him, putting an arm around him. He tried to shrug her off, but her grip was tight. "I'm sorry, Malfoy." Pausing she gave his broad shoulder a gentle squeeze, "I didn't mean it, I got carried away." He turned to face her fully then, and when she saw his face, she felt her heart go out to the boy.

There were a streamline of tears on his face, some dry and some wet. God how horrid could she be? No one deserves to be treated that way, even Malfoy. "No, its alright." Malfoy sniffed slightly, "I'm just as horrid to you, all the time." Delilah was about to interrupt him and protest, but she knew what he said was true. "I don't want to be like the other Malfoys' in my family, Delilah." He looked towards the window, "But I have no choice, if they knew the way I felt -especially my father- there would be great consequences." The platinum blond finished.

The sky-blue eyed girl sat there, her mouth agape. Could this be true? He mind aced with thoughts and theories; like it always did when something notorious was suggested. After a long couple of minutes, it clicked. Malfoy was never all that evil. He could have done worse things in his time at Hogwarts, than he did. He hardly cursed anyone, and all that nonsense, even if it involved the golden trio. And last year he tried to kill Dumbledore, but he couldn't. Snape did it for him. The head girl squeezed his shoulder again, and whispered lightly, "I believe you Draco."

Draco. The name sounded so foreign on her tongue, so strange. After years of knowing him as 'Malfoy', it was like an exotic place or something. She turned her attention back to him when he croaked out, "Really?" His voice sounded desperate, like needing someone to care for him, someone to be his friend. Delilah believed that she had just become that friend. And it did not bother her one bit; she believed Malfoy could be a wonderful friend. "Yeah Draco." She smiled at him sweetly, "I do." For the first time in her life, she saw Draco smile an actual smile–not a smirk-a smile.

The seventeen year old acted spontaneously because of it too; she ended up hugging him in a tight embrace. Draco was of course a bit shocked and hesitant but he hugged her back all the same. He whispered into her hair, his words traveling to her ear, "Thank you." She buried her head into his shoulder and smiled, "You're welcome."

The two talked what it seemed like for ages, but was only a few minutes, as they fell asleep, exhausted from their earlier events.

Meanwhile, just a few compartments away were Harry, Ron, and Hermione talking animatedly. "Guess what Mione'?" Harry paused, giddy with excitement, "I found out who took your place as head girl." He finished with a smirk. "Delilah Anne Michaels, I know." Hermione said with a sigh. Harry's smirk turned into a frown. "You ruin my fun, Hermione, you know that?" His voice becoming all pouty-like. "Oh shush, Harry." Hermione said while shaking her head.

"How does everyone know who she is, beside me?" Harry asked exasperatedly while throwing his hands into the air. Ron quickly gobbled down the rest of his food before replying to Harry, "You mean, you never heard of her before today?" Scar-boy nodded his head in response; Ron let a small chuckle emit from his lips. "Hah, you're so behind mate!"

Harry just scowled and looked out through the window, pressing one of his hands to the glass. Who is she? Harry thought silently. He wanted to get to know her. No scratch that. He needed to get to know her. She intrigued him very much, and it scared him slightly.

a/n: eeeee :) what do you all think? not what you expected eh? ;; please R&R. next chapter is still being written.