A/N: Just a quick clarification. Every other chapter will be in first person, starting with this chapter. It'll be in the perspective of a different person each chapter. We'll see what's going to happen! Happy reading!

Oh, yes, I almost forgot. This chapter is dedicated to Ruki, (no it's not a FFN name) my beta (Oh, thanks if you wanted to do it, but I got one. DUH) . But it's also dedicated to Minnie, who BETA-ed this chapter for me instead. I'll give thank yous for the people who reviewed, if you review, because as of right now, 3 of my four reviews are my friends. So, anyway, yes, r/r!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. Actually I own the hottie Tom. (Not Tom Felton. The Tom in this story) Except he's not in this chapter. But he will be. In other chapters I mean. Yes, well, anyway, it's all my ideas, all me, but the characters and anything else that's from JKR, is DUH from JKR, who isn't me.

As I looked around, all I saw were smiles, and the tension that should've been there was instead replaced with joy and happiness.

I remembered how only a year before, these people that I was laughing and crying with were my enemies. Until that fateful day that changed it all.

§§§Flashback§§§

I walked up to the trio, sitting in the library as per Hermione's request, or rather – her demand.

Hermione and I had started to tutor each other as per demand of Professor Snape. She was perfect in Potions, but of course, he didn't like her way of putting them together, so he made the two of us work together. She tutored me on Charms, which I wasn't too good at.

But the two of us became fast friends, and we realized that we had more in common than we had thought. After my father had come at me with a knife I had realized the world wasn't such a bad place as I had thought. Well, actually, I realized that only my father was out to get me, and I had nothing to fear but him, and fear itself. I was, at 17, a spy for the Light side, working against Voldemort, without his knowing. I escaped my father, telling him I had bought an apartment, when really, I was living at Hogwarts.

But Hermione and I had been told to not appear as friends for our safety, and we acted as we always had when in public.

"Potter, Weasley. I want a word." I said it with my usual sneer, but inside my heart was beating like a drum. Hermione snorted into her book and refused to look at me.

The three of us walked into a corner, the silence almost sickening. Finally I spoke.

"Listen. This isn't easy for me to say, but…well…"

"Come on Malfoy, we haven't got the time. Spit it out." Weasley said, impatient.

I pulled my sleeve up and showed them the Dark Mark, and before they could say anything, I said,

"I'm on the light side. I'm a spy. I'm with you." I sounded spitting mad, but I know that in my eyes, I was pleading with them to accept me.

Harry's eyes had gone wide. He closed his eyes and appeared to be counting to ten.

"Why, Malfoy, after all these years of insults and torture, should we trust you?" Harry spat at me. I could tell he was confused, and angry at being confused.

A gentle voice behind us spoke up.

"He's telling the truth, guys."

We all whirled to face the voice. It was Hermione.

God she looks pretty, I thought. Then, realizing what I had just said, I mentally shook myself. I smiled at her, then turned to Harry and Ron.

Ron stared at her. "And you know this how…?"

She looked uncomfortable, but stuck her chin up and said, "He and I are friends."

Ron looked livid. He strode over to her, and took hold of her shoulders.

"You're friends?!?"

Harry walked up to him and gently pried him off. She rubbed her shoulders where he had been holding on too hard. "Yes we're friends. And he's with us. I know he is; Dumbledore explained it to me."

"Why," Harry asked, "Didn't you tell us?"

I broke in. "Because we knew you'd act like this." I waved my hand in Ron's general direction and he glowered at me.

Harry shook his head at me, almost sadly. "This is going to take a lot of getting used to. Talk to us again in a few days, I'm sorry Ma- Draco." He used my first name, with much effort. He grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him away. They gathered their books and walked away, calling out a casual, "See you later, 'Mione" as they left.

She looked up at me and apologized for them. "You've all been enemies for so long, it'll be hard for them to accept you're not an enemy. I was wary at first, as well, remember?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, I guess. I'd better go, then. See you around, Hermione."

§§§EndFlashback§§§

"Draco?"

A soft voice by my side and a hand on my arm brought me out of my memories. It was Hermione.

I looked up at her and smiled. "Hey. Sorry. I was daydreaming."

She smiled back and said, "Come join the party." She grabbed my arm and dragged me to the center of the room, where we were celebrating before the attack taking place the next day.

Harry clapped me on the back as we walked up. "Hey, mate. What's cracking?" I looked at him, hearing his words slightly slurred. I muttered a sobering spell, looked at him, and cracked up. The expression on his face was so forlorn, I couldn't help myself.

"You…look…so….sad!!!" I exclaimed, in between breaths and bouts of laughter.

"It was my first time being drunk! I was enjoying it!" He grinned. "But I rather think I'd be better off sober for the attack tomorrow." His grin faded a bit as he said this.

Suddenly his grin grew wider and leaned over. "Someone's staring at you…!"

"Who?!?" My head whipped around looking for the person.

He leaned in closer and whispered into my ear, "'Mione".

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