A/N: Heres chapter5! Thankyou to all reviewers! I love you!

In answer to one of my reviewers who wanted to know how draco was holding hermione hand, he pulled her up when she fell and was holding her hand.
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The portrait swung open to reveal the Head Boy and Girl's dormitory. Hermione and Draco gasped, it was magnificent. The ceiling was just like the Great Hall and magically mirrored the outside sky. Thick beautiful tapestries hung on the wall. A large bookshelf took up all the space on one side of the room, and was filled with hundreds of books. Hermione immediately made her way over to it.

As she bent down to examine the titles there, Draco walked around the large common room. He was used to extravagance, his home was extravagant. But this was amazing, it was beautiful and felt homey. He used to think the Slytherin common room was nice, but it was nothing compared to this marvel of architecture.

Professor McGonagall watched as her two students explored their new home. She smiled when she saw Hermione's eyes light up at the huge bookshelf. She loved the look of total surprise on Draco's face.

After she let them look around long enough, she coughed and brought the attention back to her.

"Now," she began, "as you can see, these rooms are much more, shall we say comfortable, than the other houses. They are especially for the Head Boy and Girl and not one of the other students are allowed in here. Is this understood?" she asked.

Hermione and Draco nodded their heads in agreement.

"These two doors," Professor McGonagall said while pointing, "lead to your bedrooms. You will find that all your belongings have been brought up. Those two doors lead to your respective house's common rooms," she said while pointing to the other doors.

"Inside your rooms is a joint bathroom, that I trust you will civilly share. I don't need to remind you that the role of Head Boy and Girl is one of up-most importance. You are the leaders of the school and will be looked upon to set a good example."

"I know you two don't see eye-to-eye sometimes," she continued, "but that is all to stop now. You must work together to help strengthen the bonds between Houses. You both know the fragile state that the wizarding world is in now. We must all work together or divided we will fall. Is this clear?" asked the wise witch

"Yes Professor," they both answered quietly in unison.

"Right," said Professor McGonagall looking at the two young adults in front of her, "I will leave you to get settled in. Good night," and with that she left the two new leaders alone in their new common room.

Hermione sighed and flopped down into one of the couches in the room. Draco sat down gracefully in the other. They both looked around again. "Wow," they said together.

Hermione looked at Draco, "I thought you would be used to this sort of stuff Malfoy. After all, isn't your family just rolling in Galleons?" she asked.

Draco looked at her, wondering if this was an insult. "Am I not allowed to appreciate beauty just because I happen to have money?" he asked.

Hermione was stunned, she wasn't expecting that. "Sorry, I shouldn't have been so rude. It is awfully pretty isn't it."

Both she and Draco looked up at the ceiling that was twinkling with stars. Suddenly Hermione stood up and walked over to the couch that Draco was sitting on. She took a seat next to him and looked up at his face.

Draco was surprised at her behaviour. He didn't know what to do. So he moved over to make more room for her.

"I think we should call a truce," said Hermione slowly, "I don't want to fight with you or be rude to you. We are to supposed to work together, like McGonagall said, and since we can't be friends, then we should at least be civil toward each other," she looked at Draco expectantly.

"Who said we can't be friends?" Draco asked softly.

Hermione's eyes grew to the size of saucers. "You want to be, friends?" she asked timidly.

"I don't know," said Draco looking up. "I don't know what I want anymore," he looked down at his feet.

The two sat in silence. Hermione was first to speak up.

"Well," she began, "do you at least know what you don't want?"

Draco stiffened in his seat. He didn't know how to answer that question. Answering it truthfully would reveal too much. Lying would mean keeping it all inside him again. He wanted to talk to Blaise.

"I do," he said while standing up, "I'm going to visit friends, don't wait up," he smirked.

When he left, Hermione continued sitting in the common room. She was confused, she thought he was going to tell her something. She saw the openness in his eyes. But suddenly, the walls he kept himself restricted to, were up again. She sighed, her life was getting more and more muddled-up by the hour.

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron and Harry sat together with the other seventh year boys. Usually, they'd be with their girlfriends. But tonight, all the girls were in Parvati's dormitory looking at wedding magazines. The boys sat discussing how much their friends seemed to have changed.

"Is it just me, or does it seem like alot of the girls are different people?" asked Dean Thomas.

"I know what you mean," said Neville, "Luna never talked about the future before. But now, she's naming our children."

"It's this wedding I'm telling you. It's turning the girls all mushy," said Ron darkly.

"But what about Hermione," asked Harry, "she seemed so distant today."

"Yeah I noticed that too. It's probably just the wedding as well," said Seamus assuringly.

"I don't think so," said Harry, "we all know she's not like that."

"So then what could it be?" wondered Ron.

Back in the Head dorm, Hermione was sitting on her bed writing in her diary. She always wrote in it at the end of each day.

Diary,

So I'm back at school. I know I should be happy, and I am. But I can't help feeling lost. I feel as if my two bestfirends don't understand me. Tonight I asked Draco if he wanted a truce. I don't know what came over me. I just thought that he seemed different... It was a harmless question, and suddenly he got all defensive.

I wonder how hard this year is going to be, if we can't even talk civily for ten minutes.

Parvati's engaged. I'm truly happy for her. All the guys are worried that their girlfriends are going to want to get married as well now that she's got the ring. If I was in a better mood, I might find all this funny.

I don't think I want to be Hermione Granger anymore. I need to find myself. I need to do a little more soul searching.

Ohwell, that can all wait. I have class tomorrow. Going to bed now.

Night.

Hermione shut and locked her dairy and put it back in it's hiding spot. She climbed into her warm, cosy bed, whispered a spell to extinguish the candles, and went to sleep.

During all this, Draco made his way to the Slytherin common room. He hadn't seen his bestfriend Blaise since that morning on the train. He and Blaise have known each other practically since birth. Their families were always very close, and it just made sense for the two boys to become close friends.

They shared many similarities. The same interests, the same hobbies. When Draco entered the common room, he wasn't surprised to see Blaise there on the couch reading a book. That was another of the similarities they shared, their love for books and knowledge.

Draco smirked. 'The Tragedy of King Lear', read the front cover, Shakepeare. Draco walked up to the couch and snatched the book out of Blaise's hands.

"Hey!" cried Blaise, "I was enjoying that Malfoy!", he tried to snatch it back.

"Wait, wait. I just want to see what you were reading. 'Let it be so, thy truth then be thy dower. For by the sacred radiance of sun, the mysteries of Hecate and the night, by all the operation of the orbs, for whom we do exist...' blah, blah, blah. Merlin Blaise. I told you long ago that this play was boring, and yet you still read it?" asked Draco while trying to act like a Shakesapearean actor.

"Well you see Malfoy," began Blaise, "you and I have different tastes in literature," he said as he took the book back.

"That boring?"

"Even more so."

The two laughed. They knew each other too well.

"So why the long face?" asked Blaise.

Draco looked up and stared at the face of his bestfriend. He knew he could trust Blaise. He trusted him with his lfe. And yet, at that moment, he didn't want to say anything to him. But he knew that if he didn't tell someone soon, he was going to explode.

"Blaise, I think I'm going insane."