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Hermione POV

"Thus began the eighth goblin war. Now this goblin war took place sometime between 938 A.D. and 962 A.D. Most goblin records have been destroyed or hidden from wizards and witches. So most of what we know of this war is theory. That brings us to the origins of the feud itself." The professor drowned on.

I pinched my arm to keep myself from falling asleep. I wanted to be a healer. There was no reason to be stuck in this exhaustive course. Even I, Hermione Granger the bookworm, could not stand history of magic. If it had ever been interesting it had been 20 lectures, 3 books and one ghost professor ago.

My eyes were just about to start fluttering closed again when a wadded piece of paper landed in front of me. History of Magic was the only class Gryffindors and Slytherins had together. I had studiously ignored Malfoy all class period. I hadn't even risked a glance at him. What would I say? 'Sorry for provoking you. Now if you don't mind could you not tell anyone about the hideous scar I have on my arm. That would be splendid thanks.'

The piece of paper jumped towards me and shivered. Ron and Harry were both staring at it like it was going to bite me. I grab the crumpled piece of paper and smoothed it open, before it could start jumping impatiently again.

Granger,

I just wanted to say I am truly sorry about the other night in detention. We both have been judging each other wrongly and letting old prejudices guide our views. If you would allow me, I would like to make it up to you.

Malfoy

I stared at the note. I almost would have preferred it did bite me. This had to be some sort of trick. Curiosity got the better of me. If it was some sort of trick, I wanted to see what Malfoy had planned, if only just to thwart him.

Malfoy,

It is hardly necessary to make anything up to me. We were both in the wrong and I apologize as well. I believe it would be best if we left it just as that.

Sincerely,

H. Granger

I tossed the note back to him. I chocked back a laugh as it hit him square on the head. He glared at me but quickly scrawled back a reply.

Granger,

You're stubbornness is highly unbecoming. I simply wished to buy you a drink this weekend at the three broomsticks. I won't take no for an answer. I only wish to put our old feud behind us and develop a more cordial relationship.

Malfoy

I rolled my eyes and went back to studying. "Unbecoming", I huffed. Like I cared what he thought of me. Tap. Tap. Tap. I glanced up at Malfoy. Tap. Tap. Tap. He tapped his fingers against his desk as he smirked at me. Tap. Tap. Tap. I clenched my fist. If I sent a silent curse at him no one could pin it on me, except that Malfoy and I were the only ones in this class capable of silent spells. Tap! Tap! Tap! Malfoy drummed his fingers louder. This time I jumped at the infuriating noise. Tap! Tap! Tap! I glared at him willing him to spontaneously explode.

"Just answer me." Malfoy mouthed from across the room. His smirk had grown into a full grin. I grabbed the piece of paper and began writing furiously.

Dearest Malfoy,

While a cordial relationship is an honorable goal, I do believe that is impossible since you are the world's most annoying, infuriating buffoon. I hardly care what you think of my stubbornness. Also I refuse to go to the Three Broomsticks with you. Your less than charming presence in History is more than enough time together. However, if you won't take no for an answer then MAKE ME. I would love to see you try.

Regrettably,

H. Granger

I threw the paper as hard as I could. Malfoy just barely managed to duck at the last moment. He chuckled to himself, and tossed back his reply.

I'll see you at 4p.m. sharp.

Malfoy

Just then the professor finished his tedious lecture and dismissed the class. Malfoy had been sitting in the spot right by the class. He darted out before the professor could even finish dismissing them. I gathered up my books and quickly shoved him from my thoughts. I had a free period before lunch and I wasn't going to waste it dwelling on his fickle habits.