Draco awoke to the sound of light tapping on his window. He rolled over. "Five minutes." He mumbled. Tap, tap, tap. "UGH. Fine! I'm UP! Are you happy NOW!" He turned wildly to see who was tapping only to see a beautiful snowy owl looking at him with wide eyes. She watched him for a second before cautiously leaning forward and tapping once more on the window. He slightly smiled and walked over to the window, shoving up the window and allowing the bird to fly in. She landed on his dresser by his bed and reluctantly held out her leg. Draco smiled and undid the letter from it and softly stroked her feathers as he sat back down on his bed. "You're a pretty bird." He cooed to her. "And I can't believe I'm talking to a bird." He smiled. "I've been hanging out with Hermione for a little too long." The owl ruffled her feathers. "Oh you know Hermione? I was just being sarcastic, don't worry." He stroked her feathers a little longer before looking down at the letter in his hands. The envelope said simply:

To - Draco Malfoy

From – Harry Potter.

Just open the bloody letter.

Draco smirked at the letter, and then faced the bird on his dresser. "You're Potter's bird?" She hooted. "I see. Do you think I should open it?" He asked her even though they both knew that he would in fact open the letter. She shifted her weight a little. "Alright. Want to hear it?" He could have sworn if owls could smile she would be doing just that. She hooted and bobbed her head. "Ok, ok. But just so you know Potter doesn't exactly fancy me." He winked at her and opened the letter. He read it out loud to her, stopping to laugh a little at some parts.

When he finally finished it he pulled out some parchment, ink and a quill. "Told you he doesn't like me." He dipped his quill in the ink and then placed it on the parchment. "Mind if I'm a little rude back to him?" She shifted her weight. "Ok I won't be too harsh, but I don't want him to think I'm doing this generously. Got to keep up my evil pretenses you know." He winked at her and then started writing. His handwriting was in fact much different that Harry's. Harry's was more of a chicken scratch while Draco's was more of a greeting card font. Although of course, Draco wouldn't know that, seeing as the greeting card company I am speaking of is in fact a muggle greeting card company, and Draco does not enjoy muggles. So I doubt that he would get a muggle greeting card. Unless of course it is a wizard who was trying to annoy him. But of course this is completely besides thepoint.The owl nibbled at her feathers as he wrote, a little impatient to get out of the dungeons. She never really liked it down there, and wasn't to happy when Harry sent her to give Draco the letter. From everything she had heard about this boy who was as of now grinning at the piece of parchment he was writing on, she thought he would be a foul boy. But he seemed quite pleasant and he was in fact growing on her. The quill stopped and he folded up the parchment and placed it in an envelope, on which he wrote:

To – Harry Potter

From- Draco Malfoy

Read it to your owl.

Harry sat on his bed watching the open window expectantly. He was so nervous that he had refused to go to breakfast with his friends saying that he hadn't been feeling well. Which of course was partially true seeing as his stomach was twisted into a knot. He thought he heard a hooting in a distance and stood from his bed walking over to his window. "Hedwig!" He smiled as she flew to the window seal. He held out his arm which she stood on and transferred her over to his trunk on which he set her down. "Read it to your owl? He wants me to read my letter to you?" He looked down at Hedwig curiously but she just looked up at him innocently. "Whatever." Harry ripped open the envelope and read the letter out loud to Hedwig.

Dear "Chosen One",

I accept your proposition as an acquaintance and do not hesitate to inform you that I, Draco Malfoy, would love nothing more than to never speak to you again, never see you, and never ever hold a truce with you. But, as we have both realized in our own ways, this is not a possibility. So I hereby offer my word, through this letter, that I will be nothing but gentlemanly toward you. But of course the deal starts after this letter, so I will get out all of what I might be thinking for however long this truce may last. By the way, don't even think that I would shake on it. That is a muggle thing, not to mention, I would have to touch you. I don't think so. Not even you, Potty, could get that lucky.

I believe you know that Hermione and I are indeed 'going out.' I would like to set some things about our relationship straight. Sound good? No? Like I give a damn what you think.

One: Hermione and I are indeed in love. No I am not using her to get to you. I do not want to get to you. I do not want anything to do with you. Not to mention, no offence to Hermione, I do not need to use her to upset you. We both know how easily I can do that.

Two: I do not give a bloody care what you think she and I should or should not do. If I hear that you have told her to do anything concerning our relationship this truce is officially off, and anything that we have agreed upon will become unagreed and you shall regret that decision for the rest of your life, however long or short it may be.

Three: Do not look at me like I am the scum of the universe. We both know that it is in fact you who holds that occupation as of now, and I am not entering any applications at this time. So drop it.

Four: If I have to accept you than you bloody well had better accept me. No dirty looks, no scoffs in my direction, no making your snakes attack me with that dreadfully annoying parseltongue "gift" you were so graciously given.

And of course last but not least, unless of course we are talking about you, in which case it would be least, Five: If you have something to say to me, say it to me. My girlfriend is not a messenger, she is a smart, talented, beautiful girl, who might I add, may have a lack of taste in friends, but that is as easy to overlook as it is to overlook her unbelievably bothersome friends. So do not complain to her about my behavior, and I shall not complain to her about yours. From her point of view we are all chummy together.

I regret to inform you that this letter is indeed coming to a close. I know that I will be sad to see it flying away attached to this ruddy owl's leg. (The only reason she is ruddy is because she belongs to you, scar face. If she didn't I would say that she is a beautiful owl, with a wonderful personality. But she happens to belong to you so she is in fact ruddy.)

I hope you have enjoyed reading this letter as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Well, actually to be all honest and truthful I hope you hated reading this letter. That would, in fact, make my day. But I shall never know because this letter shall never come up in our pleasant conversations that we shall soon be holding. Am I right? Of course I am.

Your reluctant acquaintance,

Who is only doing this because of love,

The love of which is NOT directed towards you in any way,

Draco Malfoy.

P.S. Warning: This is a threat. If you so much as take a hair from Hermione's head without her consent you will in fact be oh so very sorry. I happen to know someone who can castrate a boy in the space of 5 hours with a spoon, and he owes me a favor. What can I say? There are perks to being the son of a death eater. So unless you never want grandchildren I suggest you be awfully careful.

P.P.S. I hate you.

A/N: Oh i loved writing this. haha. Thanks so much for your guys' reviews. They've kept me writing. Please REVIEW more. And i will in fact keep writing. Thanks a bunches. (HAHA guess what? Over 1,450 words!)