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Hermione's Perspective

'Just go talk to him and get this over with!' "I'm going to class." I said at breakfast the next morning.

"Ok Hermy!" and Ron laughed through mouthfuls of pancakes.

I walked straight across the hall, ignoring any attention that I might be getting to talk to that arrogant jerk, Malfoy. "Malfoy! I need to speak to you."

"Now?"

"Yes now...."

"Fine." And he left his table and followed me out into the corridor.

"Ok Draco, I understand that we're going to have to put up with each others differences, but that doesn't mean that we're not going to get anything done this year. Ok?" He slightly shook his head as if he didn't want to, but his eyes were full of regret. "Ok, good. Now when do you want to meet for our project?"

"Umm....How about the prefects meeting room, tonight at 7:15?"

'Oh no! That means that I'll have to leave early for the Room of Requirement. But then again I probably won't be able to get Malfoy to agree ever again.' "Ok, see you then." I walked off to double Advanced Charms.

Crabbe's Perspective

'stupid red head freak. i don't want to study with him. actually I don't want to study at all. i think i'll just flunk this class too. my parents won't care, actually i don't care. hmm...look at all that sausage. i should eat it...like i'm a pig. hahaha sausage, pig, sausage, pig...hahaha! isn't that funny? wait? is sausage really pig, or is it cow? nah, its not cow, it must be horse...hmm...oh well i'll just eat it anyway, it's not like i'm a veggie. that's right, i'm a pig...hahaha....'

"Crabbe."

"Huh?"

"We need to talk."

"What does a little carrot like you have to say to me? I'm not a veggie...."

"What? Anyway, we're partnered together you idiot. We need to decide when we're going to do our first project."

"Ok, when?"

"Fat bimbo" he mumbled.

"What was that carrot boy?"

"I said that we should meet in the library at 7:00 tonight."

"Fine." Weasel stocked away. 'i'll get him for calling me a 'fat bimbo'. i'm not fat, am i?'

"Goyle...."

"Dude, I'm eating, what'do'ya want?"

"Do I look fat to you?"

"Nah dude, you're just big boned."

"Oh, ok... dude is this horse or pig?"

"I dun'no man, I'm trying to eat."

"Ok." 'gosh, he's really grumpy today. maybe i should leave him alone. ugh! see carrot face I'm not fat, I'm just big boned. he's gonna have to pay for that. hmm...what should I do? oh man, double potions starts in five minutes. hahaha. I gotta plan. tonight weasel's is going to be spilling his whole life story to me. muhahaha!'

Ron's Perspective

'I should probably leave any minute. It's already 6:52. I don't want that great big goon to think he's better than me. Where is he?'

"Carrot face!" 'Oh God! There he is.' "Let's go."

"Ok! I'm coming." So we left and entered the library. There weren't many students in there, just a few first years, and Madame Prince. "Let's sit where that old hag can't see us." It wasn't really a request, but a demand. We settled into some chairs in the corner and took out some parchment. The professor had been very brief, so I decided that our meeting was going to be very brief. "Let's get this over with Crabbe."

"Fine by me." At this he pulled from his bag a bottle of pumpkin juice. "Ugh! I hate pumpkin juice; I thought it was prune juice. Do you want it carrot boy?"

'The bottle did look like it had never been opened and I was very thirsty, after all I had tried very hard not to let 'the goon' "accidentally" hit me on the way over.' "Sure." I replied. So I took a swig, and decided to begin. "Ok Crabbe, do you want me to go first?"

"Sure."

"Ok. Age?"

"Seventeen."

"Birthday?"

"September 4."

"You're going to be 18, did you flunk or something?"

"Nona business." And so it continued, until it was time for him to interview me.

"Age?"

"Sixteen."

"Birthday?"

"November 3."

"Family? Oh, wait. I know this one. Huge carrot head family, who's poor."

"Great big goon."

"Ya know what I know all the answers to these questions. Let's dig a little deeper."

"Now who'you jealous of, and why?"

"Well, Harry, because he's famous. And my brothers Fred and George because they're so witty. And Malfoy-"

"Malfoy?"

"Yeah. He got paired with Hermione."

"Do you care about that mudblood?"

"Yes. Very much." 'Why was I telling Crabbe all this when I could hardly admit it to myself.' "I love the way she looks at me when she's angry, and the way she always works so hard. I also love the way that she takes notes and puts friends before anything else. She's just so wonderful. The way her hair is so bushy, but she doesn't care, and her eyes are so warm, when she's not angry with anyone."

"Do you want to kiss Hermione."

"Hermy's lips are the only lips that I want my lips to touch." 'What am I saying? Stop! Stop! Stop!'

"What are you doing Ron Weasley?" I heard Madame Prince standing behind me. 'Oh no! The pumpkin juice.' I ran from the library, away from the voice of Madame Prince and the howling laughter of Crabbe, all the way to my dormitory where I could try to regain my senses.

Malfoy's Perspective

'This is different than last night. There are less chairs and there's a fire in the corner.' "Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"This is different from last night."

"It's a little more comfortable, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah. But there's also a fire place."

"Oh, yes. Don't you like it better?"

"Yeah. It's very comfortable. But how is it so different?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. Had she decided that she would tell me the secret of this room yet? "Ok Draco, come here." We left the room and stood right outside and closed the door. The door melted right before our very eyes!

"Hermione! My books are in there."

"Don't worry, you'll be able to get them back."

"How?"

"Ok. Walk right outside this space of wall three times and think hard about what you want to be inside. Ready?"

"Umm...ok." 'I really need my books to be inside...one...there should be a fireplace and a table and some comfortable chairs...two...there should also be some bean bag and a rug in front of the fireplace...three.' When I looked up there, once again, was a beautiful door standing in front of me. We went inside and everything that I had thought was inside including my bag. "Wow! This is really neat."

"Isn't it? We can use it for anything that we want. Now that you know the secret, you have to tell me when you're going to use it. But don't tell everybody, please?"

"I won't tell anyone the secret. Maybe I could hide from Pansy in here." I mumbled.

"What was that?"

"What?"

"About Pansy?"

"Nothing."
"Come on. We have to trust each other remember?"

"Fine. But then you have to tell me something too. Deal?"

"Ok."

"I can't stand Pansy. She always has to be with me. She is the most annoying, rat faced girl I have ever met."

"But I always thought you two were like a match made in hel-heaven."

I smirked at this comment for a second. "Well, looks like you were wrong."

"You know what you need is a fake girlfriend."

"What are you saying?" 'I was beginning to think that she was coming on to me.' I eyed her accusingly.

"No, not like that. I was just thinking that we could get together a few times a week and write love letters to you and from you to a 'mysterious' girlfriend, from, oh I don't know, France?"

"I like that idea. Let's do it." I reached into my bag to pull out some paper when I saw Hermione's book inside. "Hermione, umm...you left this here yesterday." as I handed here the book.

She gave a little gasp. "Thanks." She said as she shoved it away.

"I won't tell anyone Hermione. But if it makes any difference, your eyes are extraordinary." She blushed a little at this.

"Look Draco, umm...do you want to work on your love letter tonight or our homework?"

"I say that we work on that letter tonight and we can work on our homework tomorrow night."

"Oh! I can't tomorrow. I have double Astronomy. How about we plan for this weekend after the games on Saturday?"

"Here? Seven?"

"Sounds delightful. Now, where were we with this mysterious love of your?"

So we got started and ended up writing a foot long love note from the girl that 'I' had met over the summer in France. It ended up that Hermione would send the letter the next morning, so I could receive it at breakfast. We didn't finish until 10:30, so we had to sneak out quietly to our dormitories.

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