"Olivia. Olivia wake up, It's already 9:30." Hermione's voice pulled me further and further away from dreamland.

"9:30? Why are we up so early? Classes don't start for another two days." I whined while rubbing my sleepy eyes.

"We're showing you around the castle today. It's a big place, so you have to wake up early if you want to see it all." She said while searching for something inside her trunk.

"The only thing I want to see right now is the inside of my eyelids." I whined once more, rolling over so my back was facing her. She then threw her pillow at me with force.

"Did you just throw this at me?" I rolled over in time to see her head downstairs.

"Yep." she answered.

"I hope you know your not getting this back!" I yelled. I could hear her laughing all the way from downstairs.

I got up and searched my trunk for something to wear. I wasn't expecting Dumbledore and I to have such similar taste in women's clothing, but the cloths that were in my trunk were exactly my style. "I guess it is true what they say, Dumbledore does know everything." I thought to myself.

I got dressed in simple dark jeans, a dark purple shirt, a grey hoodie, and what looked like a pair of brand new red converse.

"Olivia are you ready yet?" Hermione walked in as I was applying my mascara. Apparently Dumbledore also knew that I would need make-up.

"Just about." I swiped on one last coat of mascara "Done." I smiled at her, put the mirror and mascara back in my bag and then got up off my bed. Me and Hermione reached the top of the stairs when a frantic Ginny Weasly ran up the last few steps and right into us.

"Hello Ginny. Are you alright?" I asked confused. She stood there trying to catch her breath, so she could say something.

"Ginny what is it?" Hermione asked, growing concerned.

"Olivia…" She gasped. I was shocked that she wanted to talk to me. I had thought for sure that it was going to be Hermione she wanted, seeing as I had barely been introduced to her.

"What is it?" I asked, wanting her to spit out the information that was trapped in her throat.

"You… have a… visitor." She said in between deep breaths.

"Me? Who is it?" I asked confused.

"Draco… Malfoy." She breathed out, then slowly walked to Hermione's bed and fell face first into it.

"What's he doing here?" Hermione asked concerned.

"I don't know." I practically growled thinking about the little (big) argument from the night before. "But I'm about to find out" I stomped down the stairs, Hermione close behind.

When we got down everyone in the common room was gossiping about the Slytherin that was outside the Gryffindor living quarters.

Ron and Harry managed to squeeze through the group of chatty Gryffindors, and get to us.

"You want us to take care of him?" Ron asked in a very macho tone. I could see the hope of punching Malfoy square in the nose pouring from his eyes. 'Too bad I have to crush that hope' I thought to myself.

"No it's okay Ron. Thanks though, I appreciate it." I saw his face drop a bit, but he understood why I denied him a chance to brawl with his towheaded foe once I said my next five words.

I sighed deeply and looked at Harry, then to the door, knowing what lied on the other side.

"I have to do this." I knew they all understood, well at least Harry, Ron and Hermione did, none of the other Gryffindors had a clue what was really happening. The three knew that I didn't have a choice, since Dumbledore himself asked me to do this, but they also knew that once I walked out that door and into this so called "friendship" that everything between us would become complicated, and difficult.

I started my short walk to the door.

"Good luck" I heard Hermione through the noise of the crowded room. I turned around to her and she gave me a small smile and waved slightly, as did Ron and Harry. Even though I had know them for less then 48 hours, I already had felt close to them, like we could all truly count on each other, and I knew they felt it too. I guessed that it was just a side effect of being in the magical world.

I slowly turned back around and found the courage to walk the few steps I had left, and open the door. I stepped out keeping my slow pace and turning my back to Malfoy I then closed the door/Painting/Fat lady. I then took another deep breath and turned around to face him.

"What are you doing here?" was the first thing I said to him.

"Well good morning to you to muggle lover" he said rudely "I'm your escort, remember?"

"Yes, you were, last night." I said slowly.

"Well Dumbledore asked me to maintain the position until you know your way around Hogwarts." He didn't sound happy about it, and if the circumstances were different I would have called him out on his rudeness, I would have yelled at him or made a sarcastic remark. But the circumstances weren't different. I couldn't call him out on his bad attitude, I couldn't quickly jump to yelling at him of making fun of his ridiculous hair color. I had to befriend him. I had to get him to see that not everyone is evil or hopeless. I had to make him see that he didn't have to do whatever this Dark Lord doucher had asked him too.

"Alright then. Shall we go?" I asked, as nicely as I could. He nodded and we started our decent down the stairs.

He had been showing me around for almost two hours and I still had gotten no closer to becoming his friend. I don't even think he would have called me his acquaintance at this point. The entire time he just walked silently, every now and then I'd get a "library's their" or "Don't ever go their" but he would never actually talk to me, he only talked at me.

"Draco, don't you think we should take a small break?" I asked politely.

"Why would we do that?" he replied not bothering to look at me.

"Well for starters I'm starving. I didn't get a chance to eat." he didn't bother saying anything, he just turned sharply around a corner and kept right on walking.

"Draco, come on. I heard you were mean but no ones that mean. I mean you would denied a growing girl nutrition?" I tried to get him to smile with a little joke but he still stayed silent. "You know, you are making it very hard to be nice to you!" I growled in frustration, and what I said obviously struck a nerve.

"What? Now why would you try to be nice to me?" he said in a tone of anger that was sprinkled with confusion and had undertones of shock. "Just last night you were in my face yelling. Telling me I was a spineless ferret!" He had backed me up into a wall and was on the brink of yelling. His face was mere inches from my own.

"Well I didn't appreciate the kind of language you were using." I bite back.

"And what kind of language do you mean little miss mudblood lover?" he smirked while using the exact word I was talking about.

I could feel my anger rising up inside me, making my skin hot and my hands ball up into fists.

"You know exactly what kind of language I'm talking about Malfoy." I spat his name out venomously, and accented every word I spoke to him with a stiff poke to his chest.

"No I don't think I do…" He said tauntingly while slapping my hand away "Why don't you enlighten me, you are after all… oh what was it you called yourself?" he asked but I already knew that he knew the answer and was just being a jackass. "Ah yes! A very educated muggle lover, that's what it was." he still had me pinned against the wall and was smirking. He was trying to get me to say that disgustingly prejudice word.

"I will never ever say that." I growled through gritted teeth, and pushed myself off the wall trying to push him away from me but he wouldn't budge and I just ended up squished against him for a few seconds. "Move Malfoy." I commanded him.

"Ah I see were back to Malfoy, so does that mean your thru with your attempt at being affable?" he laughed.

"Malfoy move your ass." I became angrier.

"And what if I don't?" he fired back.

"Do you really want me to be mean? Or are you just that attention hungry?" my response had take him taken back but he quickly regained his composer.

"No, but I don't want you lying to my face, pretending to be nice to me for who knows what reasons."

I just laughed at him.

"Who said I was pretending. Yea I had heard things about you. Bad thing, and yes we got off on the wrong foot but I wanted to give you a chance. A chance to prove to me and all those people who told me that you were an evil bully wrong." I wish I could say that here I was completely lying, but I wasn't. I actually hoped that maybe Draco wouldn't be to big of a thorn in my side, and maybe eventually I wouldn't have to fake being his friend.

He was one of those people who resembles a turtle. He had a thick outer shell that he thinks will protect his soft insides from getting hurt, and he knows that he had the choice of poking his head outside the shell and getting involved with others, but instead he stays inside, hiding behind his false protection. I say its false protection because the reality of it is that it won't protect him from anything, it just hurts him more. Let me put it this way, if Mr. turtle (Draco) never comes out of his shell then he probably won't see the 3 ton truck that's headed straight for him, and trust me truck beats shell.

From the look on his face I could tell that he was deep in though, and that my comment had been the metaphorical truck, but instead of squashing him I only temporarily incapacitated him. I used him being temporarily distracted to my advantage, by slithering out from between him and the wall. I went under one of his arms that had me pinned and started to walk away. Suddenly I felt a hand wrap around my wrist an turn me around with little force, Draco once again pinned me to the wall.

"You said you'd heard bad things about me?" He asked. I nodded. "Then why would you want to give me a chance?" he questioned quickly, his eyes slowly raising up from the floor that they were once glued to. His sad, resplendent eyes looked into mine.

I couldn't believe it. He was so vulnerable, but I knew he would only be like this temporarily so I had to act quickly before he got pissy again.

"Why?" He asked again, tears of anger and confusion threatened to fall from his eyes.

"Because I don't like to believe the mindless gossip I hear about other people. I like to meet them and decide for myself, and I also believe that there's good in everyone, even you Draco." once again I was speaking nothing but the truth. When I accepted this job I had no idea how hard it was going to be to tell what was real and what was a lie, and it was only my first day. His hand was still on my wrist.

"Well, now that you've met me…" his eyes flickered back to the floor "What do you think?" he then let go of my wrist as the floor once again became uninteresting and he turned his lustrous eyes back on mine. I tried to think of something, but I had no idea what kind of answer he wanted. I was confuse, tell the truth or a lie? Well I couldn't think up a lie in time, so I ended up going with the truth. He was nervously awaiting my reply, pacing back and forth in front of me.

"I think that there's still hope for you." I blurted out, and after the words had left my mouth we heard a strange noise coming from the wall he had just had me pinned me too.

It sounded like stone scraping against stone. I turned around and looked at the once solid, and unmoving wall. The stones were moving, revealing a door. I looked all around the hallway to see if anything else was moving but nothing was, I only caught a glimpse of an enormous painting of what looked to be a bunch of trolls in ballet costumes hitting a small man with their clubs.

"Draco where they hell are we?"