Thanks to Michelle and PheonixAshr4 for the reviews. Sorry this story is taking me longer than any of the others, I'm trying to create a more complicated, detailed plot which takes more time to plan, and hopefully it is worth it

Disclaimer: nothing here is mine except Dante Amer but I don't think anyone will sue me for him

Each bedroom in the Head Dorms was decorated for the resident's house the common room was a compromise. A comforting yet sophisticated combination of greens and golds. Green was definitely the main color with merely gold accents but the white furniture, lighter colored wood floors, and lighting prevented the room from looking too Slytherin. Draco missed the dim lighting and overall feel of the dungeons but he could deal with it.

Draco was lounging on a comfortable white couch reading a large Divination text book; he was doing a little extra studying in hopes of finding something to help him with the two dancing people in the Crystal ball. While it was never his favorite class he could not deny the thrill he got whenever he received the smallest whiff of a real vision. He hoped he could solve this soon and when he did it better be good, he had never had to put so much effort into a prophecy before.

Draco closed the book halfway down what had looked like a promising passage. He could already tell that none of the information he wanted would be there.

"Useless book," he muttered as he tossed the text aside.

"Useless subject," another more feminine voice commented. The blonde Slytherin looked up to see Hermione walking in with an Arithmancy book in her arms along with some papers. "We need to fill these out before the next prefect meeting," the Gryffindor explained in a business like tone as she handed the Head Boy half of the stack.

Draco groaned as he began filling out the forms that in his opinion seemed really unnecessary. When he knew Hermione was caught up in her work he decided to sneak a peek at her. She had grown into a very attractive young woman with curly honey brown hair reaching the middle of her back that had tamed considerably since first year, soft brown eyes which were now squinting at some fine print, and a girl-next-door face that was twisted into a look of concentration as she thought about her answer. Her brown eyes though also carried something else, something that no one their age should have. They had seen and experienced pain and suffering, had suffered great loses. Her otherwise perfect skin was littered with little battle scars that bore witness to her trials and tribulations. Then of course there was her most obvious scar, hidden underneath her oxford sleeve, the scar his Aunt Bella gave her.

Draco winced as he remembered her screams of agony; he had been there when it happened. He had stood there with his father and had done nothing. Just another reason to hate him. It must be torture for her to live in the same dorms as he after everything he did and allowed to happen to her. Draco suddenly heard Blaise's voice in the back of his mind to turn on the charm to make up for what he'd done. He knew it would not be that simple but maybe he could have a conversation with not concerning prefect duties.

"Granger," she looked up at him in response, "I've been wondering what's the difference between Divination and Arithmancy, they both predict the future but you loathe one and embrace the other?"

Hermione looked surprised, "Do my ears mistake me? Is Draco Malfoy trying to have a civil conversation with a Gryffindor?"

Draco's expression soured a little. "Yes I am, now this is the part where you answer my question," he said cheekily.

"Hmph well I think the difference should be obvious. Arithmancy is solid, numbers are stable and never changing, you know what it all means when you're done with the equation. Divination, on the other hand, is nothing but a bunch of wooly guesswork. The whole time you're grasping straws as you try to find a picture in your tea leaves or whatever it is you are using. People say Arithmancy is harder but anything that is worth it will take a little work."

Draco thought about this for a moment as Hermione went back to her work, maybe he should go to Professor Vector to help with his little project if he didn't solve it on his own soon. Maybe he could even ask Hermione for help? Nah, she'd think he lost his mind not to mention he was too stubborn for that.

Draco could never ask her for help on school work or anything really but he did still want to talk to her. Unfortunately anything straying too far from school would probably be seen as suspicious. True Hermione did not jump to conclusions like the rest of the Golden Trio but she made it clear on their first day that she did not trust him. So Draco tried to think of something school related that could be interesting.

He was drawing a blank when he saw some dirt on Hermione's leg, then he noticed that there was some stuck under her finger nails. "Uh Hermione you have some dirt on you," he pointed out.

Hermione looked at her leg and mumbled to herself something about the green house. "We didn't have Herbology today, what were you doing in the green house?"

"Why do you need to know?" Hermione asked snappily, her eyes wary.

The blonde put his hands up in mock surrender. "I was just curious. Honestly, Hermione, we live together shouldn't we be able to talk to each other?" he reasoned.

"Oh? Well why didn't you want to talk before?"

The Slytherin tried coming up with a reasonably excuse for that. "Well you were quite pissed with the situation and I know better than to talk to you while you are pissed. I wouldn't want your right hook to ruin my beautiful face."

Hermione cracked a small smile as she remembered the third year incident, "You are so full of yourself."

"Yes but with good reason," Draco countered reminding Hermione of his late cousin, Sirius. At that moment, Hermione realized she was having an actual, casual conversation with Draco freaking Malfoy.

She shook her head at the thought and finally answered his earlier question. "I was helping Neville and Dante Amer with some plants."

Draco knew he heard that name before, "Amer… Amer, wasn't that squibling?" The question was clearly meant for him, not at all supposed to reach Hermione's ears but it did.

"What did you call him?" Hermione's temper was beginning to simmer, they went that nice conversation.

"Squibling?" he said it innocently and then realized what he said. "Wait, no, I didn't mean to call him that," Draco knew he would get an earful for insulting Amer's parentage, "I was just trying to remember who he was."

Hermione, of course, did not think this was an acceptable excuse and proceeded to tell him so.

xxDMHGxx

Trelawney was in her classroom lighting incense when she had a strange urge to check her crystal ball. She went to her desk and peered inside to see two figures similar to Draco's. But these figures did not spin. They were clearer than Draco's and appeared to be having a row.

The professor laughed as she watched them. Of course they were fighting, they would have the definition of what Lavender and Parvati would call a 'love/hate' relationship.

AN: Okay so not my best work, please leave a review anyway