A/N: Well here's another chapter. Please review if you haven't had the chance. I would really like to know your opinions and stuff. I don't own any of this, no matter how much I really want to.

Hermione's P.O.V….

Picking herself up off the floor she looked down at Parkinson who was quickly trying to gather her belongings. "Granger watch where the hell you're going," she sneered and picked herself up off the ground.

Hermione simply looked down at her and turned on her heel to walk away. "Granger don't fucking walk away from me!" Pansy screeched and ran in front of her blocking her exit. "I was talking to you you filthy little mudblood." She sneered again staring at Hermione.

"Out of my way Parkinson," she said as she once again started to push past her.

Once again Pansy blocked her way. "So Granger… Are you excited? About tomorrow that is? What secrets are you hiding Granger? You seem to be isolating yourself from all of your friends what are you hiding from them and the whole school? Well… I'll find out soon enough… And when I do… You'll be sorry that you returned to this school after the war… You should have kept your pathetic self at home… where you belong."

Laughing, Parkinson pushed past Hermione, knocked her books to the ground, and left the dungeon, not bothering to look back.

Shocked, Hermione stood in place the entire time for at least 5 minutes, before she got the feeling back in her legs. Bending down to gather her books, she started picking them up one by one.

As she was gathering them up, she heard walking, and noticed shoes by her as someone else tried helping her gather her books.

The person whom was helping her gave her her book back, and without even looking up she gave a small thanks and shoved them back in her bag. "You're welcome…."

Giving a small squeak of surprise she looked up at the voice who spoke to her and her eyes grew wide. "B-Blaise…" She bit her lip and looked up at the boy who she grew close to before the war last year.

She thought back to her night in the infirmary and how she yelled at Blaise and Malfoy for just trying to help… Staring that the dark haired boy now, she didn't know what to do.

"Hi Hermione…Are you okay? I heard what Pansy was saying.. Don't let it get to you." He looked down at the floor fearing that she would yell at him again when he was knocked to the floor. Hermione had thrown herself at him.

After hearing his words, knowing that he wasn't mad at her, she launched herself in his arms knocking him to the ground in a big hug. "I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you in the hospital wing. I was just frustrated, and I don't know I don't know. I just snapped I'm sorry I'm sorry."

It was while she was rambling that Blaise realized that she was shaking and he scooped her up in his arms rocking her back and forth. "Hey… It's okay, you're fine, you're safe here. Calm down Mione," he continued rocking her back and forth on the floor until he was sure that she had stopped shaking.

Finally regaining her control she gently climbed out of his arms and blushed slightly once she realized how weak she looked. She stood up and grabbed her bag looking down at the handsome Slytherin before her.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered biting her lip and looking down at him again before abruptly turning on her heel and running from the dungeons like something was after her. She continued running even after hearing Blaise calling for her to go back.

She didn't like the feeling she got when she was with him, like letting all of her walls come down. She didn't like that.

Whenever she was with Blaise she felt like she could relax that was something that she didn't have the luxury to do anymore.

Quickly escaping that prison of a dungeon she ran into the girls lavatory not stopping until she was in a stall. She couldn't breathe. She knew that lunch would be starting soon, but she didn't want to go quite so early. Sitting down on the closed toilet, she brought her legs up to her chest trying to catch her breathing.

She wanted to cry and scream all at the same time, but she couldn't. Her throat was closing up and she couldn't escape it. Quickly grabbing her bag, she pulled out her supplies. Her razor, and an alcohol swab to stanch the bleeding. She didn't want another episode like the one she had in her room.

She couldn't afford another screw up like that. Taking her razor she made one clean sweep across her wrist, and she bit down on her lip letting her blood flow out of her system for a little bit.

When she shed enough blood, she pressed the alcohol swab on her arm and hissed at the pain that it brought. She hadn't inflicted pain on herself in so long, that she almost forgot what it felt like. Biting her lip she finally cleaned up all of the blood and left the stall making sure to clean all of the blood off of her arms.

She walked over to the mirror and washed her face clean of her make-up and tears, trying to regain her composure. Walking out of the bathroom she quietly made her way to the Great Hall just in time for lunch.

Draco's P.O.V…..

Draco was furious… Absolutely furious… He didn't know why though, as he really had no reason to be mad at all. He had heard everything that Pansy had said, and that in itself was enough to make him furious; but then he saw Blaise and Granger, and seeing them like that on the floor, well something stirred inside of him, and it made him angry.

Quickly walking away from them he took the long way towards the hall, occasionally stopping to think. Finally making it to those double door that would lead him to his meal, he saw Granger walking out of the girls room and towards the hall.

She stopped when she saw him and he saw her eyes grow wide, and her starting to chew on her bottom lip. She looks kind of cute like that…Hearing his thought in his head he quickly shook it trying to be rid of it.

Having such thoughts in his head was not something that he wanted… Especially thoughts about Granger being cute…

"Granger…" Nodding his head at her he waited for her to say something to him even if it was a nasty remark. He just wanted the old Granger back, no a shell of her former self.

"Malfoy… Are you going in, or are you going to stand there all night?" She asked, looking at him with her big brown eyes.

Looking into those eyes he noticed how oddly distant they were, and that was not something he liked to see in Hermione Granger. "How are you Granger? Been holding out alright?" He decided to play it nice, make it easier on both of them.

Watching her eyes grow even wider, he couldn't help but smile… And give an actual smile. He knew he caught her off guard and he was happy about that.

Hermione's P.O.V….

Hearing his question, she couldn't help but question his motives. He had changed after the war, and he was Blaise's best friend… He couldn't be all that bad could he?

Mustering up the courage that she had she decided to get right to the point. Besides, it would be nice for her to have a friend, even if it was Malfoy. Maybe her and Blaise would start talking again.

"Look Malfoy… We're both heads of the school, so it would be nice if we could at least be civil… So what do you say… A truce?" She bit her lip staring at the blonde Slytherin thinking that he was quite attractive. Realizing the direction that her thoughts were quickly taking her, she shook her head waiting for his answer.

Contemplating her decision Malfoy finally smiled and held out his hand. "Fine. A truce it is then."

Smiling back, Hermione gripped his hand and shook it not quite realizing what she had done. "W-well Malfoy… I had better get in there before people start wondering where there head girl went off too.." Smiling slightly again, she walked off into the great hall not realizing that a certain blonde haired Slytherin was staring behind her the whole way.

With a brighter outlook on the whole situation, she was just happy thinking that maybe, just maybe with this whole truce thing, she might have Blaise as her friend again… And even a cute blonde Slytherin as well.