Chapter 6

Draco walked through the halls silently.

'Wait until Father hears about this!' he cursed in his mind.

Suddenly, they came to a stop and he looked up to a portrait of a half a sun and moon. The landscape was divided into two different weathered skies. The part of the sun with a few clouds but fire had engulfed the trees. The part of the moon looked to be raining hard with the trees soaking wet.

"Now. Since the two of you will not cooperate, I am forced to place you two in an environment of your own which you will become friends or at least become civil to one another. This will become your new living quarters. There will be NO excuses and I will not hear any of your arguments. If you do argue once more I will personally see to it that both of you would be stripped from your head title and will be the only two ever known to be have it done so." Dumbledore told them.

Draco got so mad. He wanted to curse and put that old man out of his misery. He glanced at his side and found Granger, wait, scratch that, Potter staring with her mouth open.

'Well, if I can irritate the hell out of her I guess it could be worthwhile.' He decided.

"But Professor!" she began, but he didn't hear the rest of it because Dumbledore silenced her by speaking again.

"I said NO miss Potter. Your password is 'due metà per fare un tutto'.Good day. Both of you will not be allowed out of the room for the rest of the day. Now go on." He told them.

The two teens both glared at each other. They both stared with utmost loathing. Both unwilling to look away in fear of admitting weakness. But one part of this pair had been thinking of something even she herself would have never expected her to think.

'Maybe this isn't so bad…' she thought.

Hermione sighed and ended their glaring contest.

She walked up to the portrait and a smile crept on the suns face. She took it as a sign that it was listening.

"due metà per fare un tutto." She said and it swung open.

It was a huge room. It was at least as big as a quarter of the great hall! It was beautifully designed so that the couches and some furniture were black with gold lining. The throw pillows were silver stars. All the walls were magically painted so that they were moving. It was currently showing the galaxy with stars and planets. It was beautiful. There were suns and moons. It took her breath away.

"Whoa." A voice came from behind her.

Draco Malfoy stood from behind Hermione and was examining the room.

Hermione soon realized this and moved away. She sat on one of the couches and closed her eyes.

"What are you doing Potter? Trying to imagine yourself with me on that couch? Well, well… im quite surprised but im sorry. I don't do ugly bookworms." He smirked.

Hermione counted to 10 trying… trying to relax herself. Soon enough she was at 150 and Malfoy had still been going on and on about her liking him in that way. I did say she was only trying.

She took a deep breath and stood up. She went over to a spot on the wall with the sun shinning the brightest. She put her hand forward to touch it when suddenly, as her skin made contact, a huge double door appeared.

She gasped and she even heard Malfoy actually stop talking.

She opened it and found a beautiful room. It was the colors of blue and sadness. The bed looked like a cloud among the different shades of blue that the room had. She had bedside tables that were shaped like teardrops and her lamps were circle with a bluish glow to it. There was also a Veranda. It overlooked the lake. There were two chairs and a table placed outside as well. She came back in and spotted a door that instead of wood was made out of Glass. She opened it and found a room full of mirrors. In each mirror there was a name enchanted above it. At first she was confused but as she passed by one that said 'Casual' her clothes in the mirror changed and she was wearing casual clothes.

'That's cool. But why in Merlin's name is Dumbledore doing this for me when this is supposed to be punishment? Even when I was acting I didn't get anything nice like this. This is punishment?' she thought. Then she remembered the boy a few feet away probably checking his own room. 'Oh yeah. That's why.'

She left what she had dubbed her closet and headed back to her room.

She liked it. Blue was her color. It represented sadness, pain, and the feeling that life wasn't complete. But she would have preferred it Black. She walked in and closed the door. She heard a small and distinct pop. She realized that the sun most probably turned back.

She sighed once more as she lay down on her absolutely soft and wonderful bed.

Suddenly, an invisible force pushed her up and threw her out of the room and she landed on the couch. Simultaneously, another had the same thing done to him only moments later.

Draco lay on the couch next to Potter.

He cursed Dumbledore under his breath. He had just been looking around his new room and he was kicked out! This was outrageous!

"Malfoy! You did this to me didn't you?" Potter accused.

I laughed.

"Sure Potter. I did. That is also why I kicked myself out of my own room!" I said sarcastically.

"But… then who did this?" she asked.

"Isn't it obvious Potter? Your muggle-loving headmaster of course. He told us that we were not allowed out of this room. Obviously, he meant this common room."

She silenced and I smirked in triumph.

"Malfoy…" she started.

I just stared blankly at the walls.

"Why don't you and I, you know, have a truce of some sort." She suggested.

I listened but as I said, I just stared blankly at the wall.

"Malfoy? Are you even listening?" she said waving her hand in front of my eyes.

I grabbed her wrist and glared into her eyes.

"Don't you ever… do that… again." I told her.

I saw her whimper but was surprised to see that she had hid her emotions and suddenly held a straight face. She was almost as good as me in hiding them! And that was saying something.

I let go as I felt some of her blood rush to the part were I had grabbed her.

"Listen Potter, I am wiling to create a truce. But only if it's on my terms. One, I still get to insult and argue with your precious little gang namely, Potty and Weasel. Two, we do not talk in public unless it is mandatory. And Three, we are on first name basis since every time I call you Potter I remember the-boy-who-lived-to-irritate-me-to-hell. Agreed?" I said in only one breath.

"Um… yeah." She said a little shocked that I actually agreed.

We both sat in silence listening to each others breath and the gentle ticking of their watches. Neither of us knew why but we were perfectly content just sitting there with each other. We hadn't pondered on it quite much. In fact, a while after, the head girl had fallen asleep on the couch.

Draco couldn't stand the silence anymore. Too many thoughts had been going through his mind. He thought of a way he could 'break the ice' and thought about apologizing to Pott- I mean, Hermione. He thought about it and said that it wouldn't hurt that much.

"Hey, Hermione I just wanted to say…" he began but when he turned around, he found her asleep.

He chuckled a little and conjured up a blanket for her. Suddenly, the portrait hole opened and he checked his watch.

It was dinnertime. They could go. He didn't want to wake her since it looked that she was sleeping peacefully. He decided to bring her some dinner later instead. He left the room with an empty stomach and a weird feeling in his heart.

Meanwhile, a bright light was emitted from Hermione's trunk. But as soon as it appeared, it was gone without a trace.

Authors Note:

I am so crushed! My whole life is falling apart. I am having so much trouble with four fics being written at once. I know that its my fault but I keep getting ideas! Of course, only two are posted but still. I find it hard to write! Please give me a comment or suggestion to improve this fic. Only some people read and review it so I am thinking if I should discontinue. Plus, my grades are slipping and my parents are on my case! Help!