Draco sat in the Slytherin common room, oblivious to the people crowding in, including Pansy, who was hovering around him. "Draky? Why won't you talk to me?" she asked, knowing the name annoyed him. They had been friends since basically birth. They weren't dating, they weren't snogging buddies, they were just friends. She was going on with Percy Weasley, who was acceptable in the snobbish pureblood standards after he divorced his family after the final battle. He wasn't so bad, really, except it seemed he had a thing for treating Pansy like dirt. He didn't like the fact that his best friend was being treated in such a way but, it was up to her really. His thoughts were that she was only doing it to please her father, who was still under the influence that Voldermort would rise from his grave to raise a new army. He'd seen her stare at Ron Weasley more than once. His father was now only interested in keeping himself out of Azkaban, for which Draco was grateful. Before his father had become overly vain, he was forcing, or trying to force, Draco to pick a pureblood wife. He'd been as interest as Goyle was in artwork.
"Where are you?" Pansy asked, waking Draco from his thoughts.
"Nothing, Pans." he answered with a sigh. "I'm turning in, Pans, see you tomorrow." he said over a yawn.
He walked into his room and noticed something that he'd been waiting for, Hermione's diary was glowing. He'd put a charm over it a couple of day's ago that would have the diary glow when it was being written in. He nearly giggled with excitement. He was thankful for a private room. Dumbledore had come to him in the beginning of the year, congratulating him on making head boy. He'd been happy, knowing that head boy and girl stayed in their houses, away from each other, until the second term. It gave them time to get to know each other without it being forced. He was moving into the accommodations, along with head girl, who it was he didn't know, he never bothered to find out. It could be Hermione, but she never bragged to him about it, which he knew she would if she was in the position. He walked over to his desk and opened the diary.
'Dear D,
I don't know what to do, Draco's been on my mind more and more. He took me and showed me a lovely view yesterday and we started kissing. I don't know what to do about it. We have to move in together tomorrow. It's been so hectic this year and now this. I've just come from my head's meeting, I really think the head boy and girl should have the meeting's together, but Dumbledore said it wouldn't do because we would only fight the whole time. I guess he's right. I don't know how I'm going to survive it with Draco. He's being civil, He like's me, and I like him. It can't be a good mix'
Draco stopped reading after that and closed the book. He was wrong in his thoughts... damn it. Now he'd have to share a common room, bathroom and the rumor was, a bedroom with Hermione. He didn't mind the last bit, he was just dreading the thought of what Hermione would say. He looked around his room, that was already bare of everything he had, save his school books, anything on his desk and bedding. Everything was already in his new room, something he couldn't wait to get to. He was ready to leave the dungeons behind for somewhere with natural light. He sighed and shucked his clothes, sliding into his green silk sheets and getting comfortable. He was looking forward to tomorrow. He was going to start classes back up, and was happy to have any type of distraction from Hermione, head girl and roommate. "Damn it! Why did I have to get involved with her?" he asked himself, turning over and falling asleep before he could answer the question.
Hermione was having no such question's rolling through her head on the opposite side of the castle. She had just got done making an entry in her diary and was happy with herself for getting everything off of her chest. She no longer had the suspicion that some one was reading her diary some how, she'd confirmed it. She'd said something like she fancied him with his hair not gelled back. He'd taken to wearing it back lately and she didn't like it at all. The next day at breakfast he'd sat across from her, hair down. He'd looked at her through the whole meal and messed with his hair, talking to her as he did so, in hope's she'd noticed. She had and she wrote later that night how much she liked it. He'd been smiling the next day so it was a good sign, something she should have picked up on before the owlery. She was about to turn in when she heard a tapping at her window. She looked over to see an Eagle owl looking in at her.
"Hello, sweetheart, what are you doing here?" she asked, not knowing who the bird belonged to but not seeing a reason to be mean to him.
The owl didn't answer, just stuck out it's leg to offer the letter attached.
"Thank you." she said after taking letter and gently stroking the birds beak. She turned to get a treat for the owl and turned to find it already gone, a shadow on a dark sky. She sighed and put the treat back in the drawer she retrieved it from. She opened the top drawer and removed the letter opener she'd gotten for Christmas from Remus. She opened the letter with a flick of her wrist and extracted the letter. She saw no name on the front of the envelope and a seal was also missing. She began to read.
'Hermione,
Please, for the sake of everything that is holy, talk to Draco. He's been sulking around the common room for days, having a far off look in his eyes every now and then. I know he fancies you, he talk's about you to his cousin when he's flooed by him. He doesn't know I know but....I think you should know. Please talk to him. He's in misery when he comes back from those blasted lesson's you give him. And every time I ask he tell's me to shove off. Then I hear him talking to his cousin about how he misses you after the lessons. The boy's in love with you. I don't want to see him hurt so I'm sending you a letter to tell you. If you hurt him in any way shape or form, don't bother trying to patch it up, you won't have time to, but please talk to him.
A friend'
She burst out laughing as she read the last line. It wasn't of anything but if you were going to send a threatening letter to someone and leave it anonymous, you shouldn't use stationary labeled with the family crest in the corner. Goyle had written the letter. At least she'd found out some thing's about Draco. Like he had a cousin who he cared enough for to talk to about everything. She'd have to sleep on that little tidbit and the rest of the letter tonight. She moved into the new dorm the next day and didn't want bag's under her eyes for the first day with Draco.
Not that she liked him or anything.