Chapter 4: The Truce

Some people have said that there is no emotion in my story well there will be in this chap.

Hermione stared at the door for a few seconds then walked over to her room remembering that it was her dream room she would be entering. She grabbed the door knob took a deep and walked in. She was speechless at what she saw.

'How did they know what I would like? But this is perfect.' Hermione was ecstatic. She had always dreamed of a perfect room and now she had one. A room where she could dream and be herself not the know-it-all bookworm that everyone always seemed to think she was.

Her room was fairly large with light hard wood floor. Her bed was a four poster with light pink hangings that were currently drawn back. Her bed comforter was light lavender with lavender and light pink pillows. Her walls were a light cream color. Her desk was like her floor, but she realised it had a white laptop computer on it. The one from her old room. 'I thought that muggle devices weren't aloud at Hogwarts, but I guess the Head Girl is an exception.' Hermione then noticed a set of white double doors. 'It couldn't be.' Hermione thought. She walked over to them and opened them. She gasped. 'Yes it was. A balcony.' Hermione had wanted one since she had been a little girl, everytime she moved to a new house she always told her Dad that she wanted a balcony but never got one.

Hermione had a great view of the grounds. She could see some second year Hufflepuffs swimming in the black lake with the giant, and some third year Ravenclaws looking at them like they were idiots then going back to reading their books.

Hermione turned around to continue looking at her room. She went over to her closet and opened it. Inside were her clothes from her trunk and some her mother had sent her that she would never wear. 'It's pretty.' She said holding up a pink halter top with sparkles on it. 'But I could never wear it here. The Know-it-all I am here would never wear something like this.' Hermione put it back on to the rack and walked out of her closet.

Next to the door leading to the common room was a stereo system. Hermione ran over and flipped through the cds that were on the table next to it. She had some cds from the store and others that friends had made. Such as Hermione's mix, Mia's Hip Hop, and her favorite made by her B.F.F. Tom, Kira's Hot Hits 2.

Hermione popped the cd in and went to number 21. The song Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavinge with out the lyrics. Hermione started to sing. She had a wonderful voice, but never would let anyone hear her because she thought she was awful.

Draco came out of his room after hearing what he called awfulness and trash and knocked on Hermione's door. Of course she couldn't hear him cause the music and her singing was loud, but still good. Draco started to pound on the door.

"Granger, Granger Open this door NOW!!!" Draco yelled.

Hermione finally heard him, turned the music down and opened the door.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She asked her voice annoyed that he had interrupted.

"I want you to turn down that racket you call music. It's terrible and I am trying to concentrate." Draco said.

"Fine, all you had to do was ask nicely." Hermione said and shut the door in his face.

Draco stared at the door for a while Hermione's words ringing in his pretty little head. 'All I have to do is ask nicely and she will do it...maybe if I nicely ask for a truce we could have one.' Draco walked back to Hermione's room but before knocking he heard her singing. 'Wow she has a wonderful voice.' He thought. The song she was singing was Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson. But he didn't know that.

Hermione pushed the button to change the song to Beautiful Disaster. She started to sing. She got half way through the song when she heard a soft knock on her door. 'Oh no,' She thought 'they probably heard me singing and now are going to tell the whole school I can't sing or use it as black mail.' She walked over to the door and said "Who is it?"

"It's Draco can I talk to you?" Hermione froze when she heard how sweet his voice was.

"Why?" She asked back unsure of his intentions.

"Look, since we're heads now and will be working together I thought maybe we could call a truce." He said. With that Hermione opened the door and stared at him.

"Fine we can call a truce." Hermione started to shut the door again but Draco stopped her. "What?" She asked.

"...uh...you...youhaveareallynicevoice." He said, but his words were all jumbled up so she couldn't understand him.

"What? Slow down I can't understand you."

Draco took a deep breath and said "You have a nice voice."

Hermione stared at him thinking he had said the truth, and then she glared at him.

"Why are you lying?" She asked.

"What? I'm not. You really have a good voice." He said, surprised that she didn't think so.

"Yah right. I know I can't sing. You call a truce then insult me, you are so rude." She said anger lacing her voice. She tried to shut the door on him but he grabbed it, opened it, pushed her out of the way, and stepped into the room.

"Hey what are you doing get out. Or do you want me to go in your room." She said one hand on hip.

"Listen, I can prove you are a good singer. All you need to do is sing." Draco said his familiar smirk in place on that adorably annoying face of his.

"How can I trust you?" She asked. Never trust a sneaky, sexy, Slytherin.

"I don't know. But we did make a truce so trust that I will keep my word." Draco said.

"Why would I trust anything that you say?" She inquired.

"Because Malfoy's always keep their word. Now pick a song and sing." He said determined to get this girl to at least sing and believe that she could sing.

"Fine." She went to her stereo and picked the song Toxic.

She stared to sing and Draco quietly cast a spell. He had used this to perfect his sexy voice. When she finished singing she looked at him. He clapped.

"Ok so how exactly are you going to show to me that I can sing?"

"Well while you were singing I cast a spell that recorded your voice the way that I hear it." He said, and then cast the replay spell. A tiny play sign floated out of his wand and he tapped it with his wand smirking all the while. Suddenly Hermione's voice floated out and she finally heard how wonderful she was. She sat down on her bed next to Draco and just listened.

"That's really me?" She said once it was over.

"That's really you, Hermione." He said. Hermione gasped and looked at him questioningly.

"What?" He asked.

"You... you called me Hermione." She said, blushing.

"Is that ok? I thought since we made a truce that we should call each other by our first names but we dont have to if" Draco was cut off by Hermione putting a finger to his lips saying "That's fine we can do that, Draco." Hermione just loved the way his name rolled off her tongue. She pulled her finger away and scooted to the middle and sat Indian style. 'Well' she thought 'If we're going to have a truce then we might as well get to know each other.' She patted the spot in front of her.

"What?" He asked suspicious.

"Well, we have a truce after 6 years of fighting and when never really knew each other. So let's get to know each other." Hermione said.

"How are we supposed to do that?" Draco inquired as he sat cross-legged on the bed in front of her.

"We're going to play a game called 21 questions. How you play is I ask you a question and you, truthfully, tell me the answer. Then you ask me a question and I, truthfully, tell you the answer. Ok?" She asked. It was muggle game and she didn't know if he would play or not.

"Ok that sounds fun. Ladies first." He said.

"My first question is...

Sorry I know you all want to find out what happens and what her first question is but I need to get off the computer. So until next time.

P.S. I do NOT own anything, except for Tom and Hermione's dream room, its my dream room. Love Ya. REVIEW LIKE THE WIND!!!