Chapter Two: Smile Again

"Listen, Professor Dumbledore is serious! He won't let us out until we figure something out, and I for one refuse to miss dinner just so I can be stuck in a room with slime like you!"

"Geez, cool it woman! Your shrieking is giving me a headache."

"I'm not shrieking! And maybe if I am it's because I'm the only one taking this seriously!"

"Hey, I'm for that whole body-switching thing, hehe."

"DAMIAN!"

"Listen Girard," Damian put the chair back on all four legs and looked up at the small brunette looking at him from across the room, "I don't want to be here either, but I'm not exactly gonna go get all chummy chummy with a mudblood like you."

Hazel stormed across the room and slapped Dramian hard across the cheek.

"DAMNIT GIRARD!" Damian put his hand to the now sore spot on his face and looked up at the fuming Hazel. "How many times are you gonna do that?"

"As many times as I have to to get you to get the message," Hazel sat back down, this time at the desk usually occupied by her inmate.

Damian rolled his eyes at her and mumbled, "bloody PMS."

"I heard that!" Hazel crossed her arms and flung her right leg over the left. "I want this done before dinner, or before I do insane, whichever comes first."

"You're already insane, deal with it," Damian smirked, looking over at Hazel, "but of you're so desperate to get away from me, then fine. Where do you suggest we begin, since you always have to know everything."

Hazel rolled her eyes and exhaled heavily. "Let's just make a list of ideas, hopefully we can come up with something that won't kill either of us."

"And where do you propose we do this?" Damian asked. They had been locked in the room without their books or personal possessions.

Hazel simply flipped the desk over, "viola."

"Quill?"

Hazel pulled a muggle pen out of her hair, causing her, ironically, hazel hair to fall over her face. "Any more excuses not to work?"

"How about 'I don't want to'?"

"Fine, then I say we have to write a three foot essay on inter-house friendships," Damian, who had leaned the chair to balance on its two back legs, nearly fell over, "each."

Damian sighed, rolled his eyes and shook his head before deciding to take a seat on the desk so that he would be only two feet away from Hazel. "Let's just get this over with Girard."

"My pleasure Mendez."

ONE HOUR LATER

"Haha, how about send us on an all expenses paid trip to Hawaii?" Damian suggested, which Hazel added to their list of ideas for how to get the two of them to prevent from fighting.

"Hey, I have no problems with that," Hazel chuckled. "I KNOW! How about we get to do a study abroad, but stay in our own house, with no adults, and everything gets paid for by the school!"

"Girard, you like school way too much," Damian said, shaking his head.

Hazel playfully slapped his arm. "Well at least I'm not revolving my ideas on bikinis and snow bunnies."

"Hey, that was only the last three. I also suggested private dorms with our own common room, throw a party, you suggested truth or dare," Damian laughed at the girl's suggestion.

"Well it's not like I suggested that we date or something," Hazel joked.

"Why not?" Damian was joking, of course, but he wanted to ask.

"Oh come on, us, dating? Not only do we not know each other, but we hate each other. Not to mention the fact that we're not even attracted to each other." She flipped a chunk of hair over her shoulder, causing a few strands to fall over her eye.

Damian leaned forward and moved the hair out of her face. His face was serious, causing the smile on Hazel's face to turn into a gaze.

"I think you're beautiful." Damian stated simply. "Please smile again."

"Very interesting." Hermione looked over her shoulder and up at Draco. He was reading the list over her shoulder.

Beneath the list of ideas, in curvy letters, was written: 'This here declares the truce between Hazel Ursala Girard and Damian Alberto Mendez. Hence forth, the two shall be known as DAM HUGs, the best kind.' Beside the writing, in the margins between the edges of the desk and the list, was writing in two different handwriting styles, each signed with a different signature.

"What do you think happened to them?" Draco asked.

"Dumbledore said that they got married and now have five kids," Hermione said. She was amazed. The list contained at least twenty, thirty ideas, only half of them even remotely sane.

"This doesn't change anything between us, you do know that, right Granger?" Draco said in a cold voice.

"Why would I ever think otherwise?"