A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters, or J.K. Rowling's wonderful story. No copyright infringement intended.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 1997: Hermione Granger
"Have you boys done your own homework?" Hermione asked in mock surprise at Harry and Ron writing on parchment, books spread across the common room floor.
"We pleaded for your help, but you've been in Hermione-land because of the large amount of homework you have before the holiday." Ron grumbled, stuffing a chocolate frog into his mouth.
"It's really not an issue, 'Mione. If it were, I'm sure we'd be lost and come crawling back to you for help." Harry smiled at his parchment, still studious in finishing his homework.
"For your information, I've been done with my homework for the past three days. I just wanted to see if you guys could be independant, and my hypothesis worked. You guys don't need me all the time. if you do hit a brick wall, come find me." She replied, walking up to the girls dormitory.
Once she traveled up the stone steps and walked through the door to the dormitory, her eye was caught on a beautiful black owl with a letter sitting on her bed. Thatisquitecurious.Idon'tknowanyonewhoownssuchagorgeousbird.itcan'tbeoneoftheschoolowls. Hermione fed the handsome owl and took the letter gingerly.
Granger,
This may come as some shock but Dumbledore would like to speak with us. I am not sure why he is asking me to owl you about this, but I digress. I'll see you in his office in an hour. The password is Acid Pops.
D.L. Malfoy
Hermione looked at the parchment for what seemed like ages before she snapped back to reality and headed to Dumbledore's office. Was she in trouble or maybe it was to award her for her superior work in class. Then why would Malfoy be there, too?
She stood in front of Dumbledore's office, admiring the phoenix barrier that hid the even more magnificent office. "Acid Pops." She said, watching the phoenix turn to reveal stairs. Hermione stepped onto the moving spiral stairs as they took her up to Dumbledore's office.
Standing in front of the doorway, she felt hesitant. WhatifIamintrouble.Ican'tletmyparentsdown. Sighing heavily, she knocked three times in the oak door.
"Come in, Ms. Granger." Dumbledore's voice lightly projected. Once Hermione opened the door, she was greeted by Dumbledore's polite smile and Malfoy's glaring smirk.
"Thank yiu for coming on such short notice, but this is of utmost importance." Dumbledore stood up and began pacing.
"Excuse me Profesaor, but are we in trouble?" Malfoy asked, crossing his arms.
"I can assure both you and Ms. Granger that you are in no way in trouble. well, not that kind of trouble." Dumbledore informed Malfoy crypically.
Hermione furrowed her brows in confusion. "Care to elaborate, Professor Dumbledore?" She asked, sitting down next to Malfoy.
"Alright. Sixteen years ago, Professor Trelawney came to me with a prophecy, about you two. At first I was confused, but the next day I went to the Ministry and into the Department of Mysteries to look at the millions of prophecies. Trelawney's prophecy is most definitely about you two. Ms. Granger, I assume your Patronus is an otter?" Dumbledore sat back down, his eyes on Hermione.
"Yes, sir, my Patronus is an otter." Hermione replied shakily.
"Mr. Malfoy, I have reason to believe your Patronus is in the form of a dragon?" Dumbledore's eyes switched over to Malfoy.
"Yes, sir." Malfoy replied coldly.
"Excuse me, Professor, what is the prophecy?" Hermione asked, straightening up in her seat.
"When times get dark, the dragon will need the otter in times of otter will need the dragon in times of war. Only fate can bring the otter and the dragon together in times of death." Dumbledore recited as if he had heard it yesterday.
Hermikne and Draco looked at each other nervously. "I suggest we call a truce." Hermione suggested.
Draco stuck oit his hand, "I couldn't agree more, Hermione." Draco agreed, shaking her hand timidly.
"Now hat we got that awkward encounter out of the way. There is the matter of the coming Holiday." Dumbledore got up once more and walked over to a moonlit window.
"Sir?" Draco asked, confusion flooded his face.
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, I am wondering if you are willing to stay here together in a Head Boy/Girl room over Christmas?" Dumbledore turned to look at the two students.
"I had family coming over from America that I haven't seem since I was twelve." Hermione stammered sadly.
"I'd rather be here than at my home for Christmas." Draco replied, bouncing his legs in urgency to leave the office.
"Ms. Granger, your parents have rearranged for youe family to come in the summer. Now ee have everything settled, I invite you to stay for the Holiday, please." Dumbledore suggested, or in Hermione's mind, demanded.
"Yes, Sir." Hermione and Draco replied together.
"You're free to enjoy the rest of your evenings. Goodnight." Dumbledore dismissed them as Hermione and Draco rocketed out of their seats.
"Did you honestly mean the truce, Granger?" Draco asked, stopping Hermione outside of Dumbledore's phoenix sculpture.
"Yes, and now we'll be staying together during the Holiday, we'll need the truce more than ever." Hermione smiled.
"Alright then. Should we owl, get to know each other better?" He asked.
"Hogsmead weekend is coming up, why don't we get something to eat and drink and we can get to know each other better." She replied, shaking Draco's hand.
"I'll see you this weekend, Hermione." Draco smirked famously and walked down the hall for the dungeons, Leabing Hermione blushing deeply.
Did I really just blush because of Draco Malfoy? I've gone completely bat shit mental.
A/N: Well now we are in 6th year for Draco and Hermione. Hogsmead will be quite a fun experience! Read and Review! Thank you!