Draco lay back in his bed satisfied. Feels good. He smiled and got up changing into jeans and a tighter black shirt, and then pulling his robes on overtop. He had always had a sweet spot for muggle clothing. No, not muggles. Just their clothing. Much more… showy. Robes didn't do much for the figure. He looked into the mirror smiling his many different smiles, practicing for what he had to do next. Draco Malfoy would be the first Slytherin ever to sit at a Gryffindor table.

Harry walked with Hermione, Ron and Ashlee toward the Great Hall. Or rather, Ashlee and Ron walked ahead of them a little, and Hermione walked briskly as to try to avoid any conversation with Harry. Harry had to trot to keep up with her pace. "Hermione…. Hermione! Look ok? Hermione!" She pushed past him walking faster. "I'm sorry!" She stopped so abruptly. He walked toward her, slowly breathing trying to settle his heart. They had been going at this pace since the Gryffindor common room.

"What did you say?" Hermione asked a little quiet but obviously still a little angry at him.

"I said I'm sorry." Harry said putting his arm out to touch her shoulder but she pulled it out of his reach. "I'm going to try for you Hermione. Ok? I'm sorry. Really, I am. I shouldn't hold you back. Ok? I get it." She smiled weakly at him. "Just be careful." She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever." She sarcastically said. "Are you coming?" She motioned toward the Gryffindor table.

"Yah, I'll be there in a second. I just want to go look for some… thing." He said. She looked at him curiously and then shrugged to tired to care, and walked in sitting down at the Gryffindor table.

Harry waited by the entrance, waited and waited. Damnit, Draco. He thought. Then all of a sudden he saw Draco strutting down the hallway. Harry walked quickly over to him. "Draco."

"Oh I see we are on a first name basis, H-a-rr-ee." Draco said with a fake trouble pronouncing his name. "I'm so glad. Potter was getting old."

"Haha. I just wanted to tell you… well I just wanted to make sure… the truce is still on right?" Harry asked fumbling for words.

"Yes, Hairy. The truce is still on." Draco said as he got closer to the Great Hall, trying so hard to keep sarcasm out of his voice.

"I promise I'll keep it. Cross my heart, hope to die."

"Ah yes, but we mustn't get our hopes up."

"Hardy-har-har." Harry pretended to laugh.
Draco winked at Harry and then walked straight over to the Gryffindor table where a very stunned Hermione sat. From her point of view of course Harry and Draco were holding a very civil conversation, if not friendly. She watched Draco walk toward her, her mouth gaping. When he reached her he smiled and tapped her jaw, which she immediately closed. He kissed her softly on the lips. "Hullo love. How did you sleep last night?" The whole hall was immediately in a silence. They stared at Hermione to see her reaction.

"Very well indeed. And you, dear?" She said smiling, trying hard not to laugh.

"Could have been better. But I'm still here." He kissed her on the cheek and then turned to Neville, who was only one of the many students staring at the couple. "Neville could you pass the butter, please?" Neville's eyes got wide and he nodded picking up the butter and handing it to Draco, his hands shaking. "Thank you." At this Neville pulled his hand away and nodded briskly not looking at him. Hermione thread her hand within Draco's and went back to eating her breakfast. Draco picked up the toast and using the butter buttered it and then took a bite. He looked over his shoulder to where Harry was standing. "Harry, I'm sure there is enough room for you here." He motioned to Lavender. "Could you scoot down just a bit?" Lavender hurriedly scooted down as if she had wanted to do that since he sat down but couldn't figure out a way to do it politely. "There we have it Harry. Sit, sit." Draco padded the spot on the bench that Lavender had just vacated. Harry seemed a bit weary but still sat next to him nonetheless.

"So…" Harry said obviously trying to start up conversation, mostly trying to break the silence that still was over the whole great hall.

"There is a quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw this Friday, right?" Draco asked politely.

"Yep."

"Good luck at that, Harry."

"Err… thanks… Draco." Finally after a few more minutes of gawking, the rest of the school returned to their meals. Little pieces of conversation floated over to their table.

"Merlin, I can't believe they are going out."

"Who would have guessed?"

"I mean, honestly, her… and him?"

"I know so unlikely."

"He's actually dating that mudblood?" At this last one Draco's eyes shot up with fury. He made eye contact with Pansy who was sitting at the Slytherin table glaring at him. Draco watched her for a second before turning to Hermione.

"Hermione?" She looked at him.

"Hmm?"

"You have some butter on your chin, love." He wiped it off with him thumb.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." He smiled back at her, kissing her forehead suddenly. "You look beautiful, today. As usual." She blushed furiously and returned back to her breakfast with a small smile on her lips. He looked back at Pansy who was staring at him in shock. He smiled and made a rude gesture in her direction before turning back to Harry and talking about quidditch.

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