A/N: Well let's see I have little messages for you all about this new story I am going to write. I love writing but I never seem completely satisfied with what I do. So my updates might be farther apart then we would all like. But I will do my best to make regular updates. Now on to notes.

1. The italics in this entry are from Hermione's journal.

2. The poem is my own creation, so don't try to steal it...

3. The song lyrics are not mine they belong to Matchbook Romance and their song Lovers and Liars.

4. The underlined and italicized writing is the letter...

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters they are all property of the great JK Rowling. The only thing I take ownership rights to is the plot and the poems of course.

Chapter Uno

Why is it that just thinking about the wretched, egotistical, stuck up prick, sends my heart into a rapid race? I hate him! I don't know why I am suddenly feeling this way about him. He only cares about himself, and he's been so horrible to me for so long. But, something was there when he stopped me in Diagon Alley this afternoon. He didn't seem to be his normal self. He seems to have finally grown up and out of his 'Malfoy' shell. But I can't be thinking this...He is Draco Malfoy. My sworn enemy! It's been seven years since I met him and since then he's been ruining my life. But all of a sudden like a new dawn of the day, his personality has done a 180. That blonde hair of his was perfect, it's always so immaculate. I've of course been attracted to him, but ever thinking about him as I am now would have sent me into hysteria and I would have never recovered. Yet, so much in these last years in particular have really did wonders for us all. I'm no longer the book-worm and know-it-all I was back in my younger years of youth. And I will admit, Malfoy may have finally changed into someone I can fall for...WHAT AM I SAYING!? It's Malfoy! Forget it all, I am not going through with these thoughts anymore! I can not believe how I am feeling! This isn't right........Is it?

A disgruntle Hermione threw down her journal and buried her head into the pillows lying on her bed. Her heart was beating fast and she couldn't help but think about Draco. He had seriously changed, she could see it in his eyes, and his voice held a tone different then she was accustomed to hearing from his gorgeously graced lips. He had stopped her and asked if she of course had been made Head Girl. She had just rolled her eyes and began to walk away from the ignorant git. But he had reached out and taken a hold of her arm drawing her back to him. He then repeated the obvious question and had not let go of her arm. She had scoffed and nodded her head. Telling him how stupid he sounded and that of course she had been made Head Girl. But, he had shocked her; there had been a genuine smile on his face when he told her he was to be the new Head Boy. He had seemed utterly happy by the fact they would be sharing duties as well as a common dormitory. Hermione lifted her head from the pillows and shook it fiercely.

"Get out of my head! I don't want to think about you anymore. Go bother some other girl's thoughts. I'm sure there is someone out there who would love to have you stuck on their mind!" She felt weird speaking to herself. But it was all she could do to remain sane. She grabbed her journal off the floor and flipped it open once more. She poised the pen in her teeth and tapped it lightly up and down on her tongue. She began to ponder what more to write. And the entry was followed by a small poem.

Because of him

Days seem so sweet now.

Everything is going perfect.

Your heart is filled with song.

Your eyes are filled with laughter.

Your mouth speaks of your joy.

Your ears listen as your friends rejoice.

These days seem never ending.

Your happiness is contagious.

Everyone around you smiles.

The look on your face is priceless.
When he walks in the room you glow.

Friends cover their mouths.

You make everyone laugh.

You two are so perfect.

No one will ever deny it.

Your heart is filled with song.

Your eyes are filled with laughter.

Your mouth speaks of your joy.

Your ears listen as your friends rejoice.

And all of this because of one guy.

She read over the poem and sighed. How she wished for that to be how it would turn out if other's discovered the feelings she had for Malfoy. But she knew it would surely never be as such. For her best friends detested Malfoy far more then she had ever. He was Harry's mortal enemy. And was Ron's main rival. The hatred the three boys had for one another was electrifying. When within five feet of the other(s) you could feel the prickling sensation of tension. Over the years the hatred had mounted to even more. The threats of death and disembodiment were of the utmost seriousness. The name calling, the insults, the constant bickering, she prayed for it all too just stop. How many nights had she lain awake wishing that one day, something could reunite the school? How often was she seen sitting in a corner pretending to read, when really she was plotting a way to bring Gryffindor and Slytherin together once more, as they had been in the early years of the school?

Sadness soon overwhelmed her and she lay back down covering her head with a pillow. This year she would be making amend. She would become friends with Draco, if it was the last thing she ever did. But, how would Harry and Ron take it? She didn't want to lose their friendship...Would they understand what she was doing? Or would they let their pride take control of them and continue their petty grudge against all Slytherins. This will be a mission, a long and grueling mission. But in the end she was positive she would accomplish some sort of agreement between the two feud filled houses.

'Don't hold this against me. /I've already said I'm sorry. / And I bet you've got every word I said
memorized in your head. /And you'll use every one of them. /And you'll use every one of them against me.'

She slipped into a sweet slumber. And let the blackness take over her and lead her into a peaceful dream of things ranging from her beloved friends, to the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, to her supportive parents and finally releasing her in a lovely dream of her sworn enemy.

Her sleep was seemingly interrupted though by a rustle of wings upon the head board in her room. She opened her eyes and was face to face with the gleaming amber eyes of a great Eagle Owl. Racking her brain as to who would own such an exquisite bird she thought back to school. Who was the richest, most pampered, student in all of Hogwarts? Of course, this was Draco's Eagle Owl. Why was it in her room? She spotted the letter attached to his leg and reached for it removing it slowly and uncertainly.

Granger,

As Head Boy I feel it is my duty to offer a truce to you. We are suppose to be professionals and are suppose to set an example for our fellow students. I am willing to put our differences behind us and move on. I am not proposing a friendship even in the least bit, though I will not deny if one seemingly shows it's self I will not be in the least bit disappointed. If you understand what I mean, and being the brain you are I am sure you will understand much better then anyone else in our beloved Hogwarts. This year is my last year at school and I do not intend on having it ruined by the consistent ridicule I have bestowed upon many these last years. I however am not saying I plan on apologizing to these other students, but to you I will admit, I know what I did was wrong. I apologize profusely and sincerely hope you will find it in that heart of yours to forgive me. With my father out of the picture I have had time to rethink my position on many of the issues that have arisen. I will not be joining the Dark Lord, but I am not sure I am necessarily ready to join the side of the Order either. This year will be a test of patience for us both, I hope we both do our way to pass the test.

Draco Malfoy

Hermione finished reading the letter to herself and blinked rapidly. Had she seriously just read that? Had Malfoy actually written that? How in the hell had he been thinking exactly the same thing she had? Right now she didn't care. As long as he was really committed to doing this, she would be by his side. Though for now, it was her bed time and she was tired for the next day would be the First of September and her first day back to Hogwarts for her seventh and final year.