Shinju: Hahaha! We're back once again, ready to destroy the world, replace its leaders with squirrels and…

Sango: Continue this story.

Shinju: Yeah, that too.

Mister Kat: You've been watching Foamy again haven't you.

Shinju: My lord and master must be obeyed.

Mister Kat: Squirrel…hmm…haven't had squirrel in a while…

Sango: ShinjuJaganshi owns nothing other than Alice, some popcorn, and her kick ass laptop, Fred the Squirrel.

Shinju: GO FRED!

Mister Kat: You named it Fred the Squirrel?

Shinju: So?

Mister Kat: Why?

Shinju: Why not?

Mister Kat: Special thanks to whoever the hell created bumper stickers. If it weren't for you, we'd all be really bored in traffic jams. And of course, Fred would have no decoration. Thank you unknown person, for you are both kind and wise.

The story so far: Upon arriving at Hogwarts, Harry and the gang find a pretty young girl named Alice, who just transferred from Japan. She's in Gryffindor too. But she's also childhood friends with Draco! As soon as she realizes that her new friends and her old friend hate each other, she begins an epic journey. To make the enemies friends, and pair them up with the perfect person!

From the last chapter:

""Now…I'm going to ask questions. Why do you call me a mudblood?" she asked. The question was one she'd thought about every day since her second year. Draco looked like he would rather eat slugs than answer, but he had to.

"It…it keeps up my…my act."

When Hermione walked into the Gryffindor Common Room, she found Ron and Harry waiting there for her. And neither one looked very happy. In fact, they both seemed pretty upset. She couldn't begin to think why…oh. That.

"Hermione, why did you do that!" demanded Ron, steam practically coming out his ears.

"You ran off with Malfoy! I mean, this is the one who calls you mudblood everyday! You know, our worst enemy?" shouted Harry. She looked at them both in shock. Why were they so upset?

Oh. They didn't know yet. They didn't know that mudblood was a name that existed only to keep up Draco's act, that Draco only became their enemy to protect them, that Draco hated the Dark Side. They didn't know anything about him, and yet there they were, telling her how evil he was, how she should hate him because he hated them.

Her temper started to rise.

"Why should I hate him?" she asked, her head held proudly. Ron glared at her, while Harry stared in shock.

"He wants to kill me! He hates us! He's an evil little Death Eater, or will be someday! He hates you! He wants nothing more than for the Dark Lord to rise up and rule the world, and when he does, he'll torment us all daily, if we aren't dead!" shouted Ron, frustration and anger clouding his judgment.

"How do you know?"

"And he…what?" stopped Ron, staring at her is shock.

"You know nothing about him." she said, her voice cold.

"Oh, so you know more? You know how much he loves the little birdies and the flowers and the…" ranted Ron, but Hermione stopped him short.

"Yes I know more, but why should I tell to blundering idiots like you what it is? All you want is to hate him! Evidence was under our noses the whole time, but hatred blinded us! I listened, but pigs may just start flying overhead on the day you two are willing to!" she screamed. As she screamed, her tears began to creep out, blinding her and tricking down her face. When she was done, she ran sobbing up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Hermione…" whispered Harry softly. Ron looked up at where she had gone to.

"Hey you know what? Now that I think about it, those two were paired up on the truth potion project. I wonder…" whispered Ron. The two looked at each other, shook their heads, and went upstairs.

Hermione stood at the window in her room, waiting eagerly. Soon, just as she'd hoped, the big silver owl came swooping into her room, a note attached to the foot. She quickly unrolled it, settling onto the window seat to read it.

Hermione,

I think you're a genius! This way, until everyone can accept it, we can be good friends and talk to each other. Well, of course you're a genius. You are Hermione Granger after all.

You wanted to know when I got my crush on…on…well, lets call this person um…X. Stupid, over used name, but it serves its purpose. Let's see…probably from the first day I saw...them. And the way they stood up and fought for their beliefs only made things worse. It isn't really a simple crush anymore. I truly love…them.

So no, I didn't fall in love with them at the Yule Ball, or even during the tasks. It happened long before then. But I can understand your concern. After all, you are their friend.

I was amazed that you were willing to help me win them over. Amazing! So, I shall never again mock you or your home. God bless S.P.E.W!

In your debt

Draco.

She blushed at the praise, and was surprised at the confession. She laughed at his handwriting, and smiled at the signature.

"In my debt…well, his is a gentleman…Now if only…uh, X, would stop being a prat…"

Draco looked up to see his owl flying back. Good. It seemed like he'd been waiting for hours, though it had only been a few minutes really. With eager anticipation, he took the note from Artemis.

Draco,

I'm blushing from your praise! Really, it wasn't too hard to think of. Owls in the Great Hall are noticed, and Harry and Ron are sure to try and read what I get. Likewise for you, though I'm sure you could hold off Pansy easily.

Speaking of the Golden Boys, we had a fight about you. Don't worry, I didn't tell them anything. I'm not the sort to blab a secret. But then, I bet you knew that already.

Your owl is so beautiful. What's her name? I'm sure it's a girl, but then, I can never tell the difference.

I'm glad you appreciate my help so much. Does this mean that you won't enslave any more innocent house elves? I'm sure that they will come around eventually if you treat them like you're treating me. After all, we all thought that you hated us. It's quite a shock to find that you're in love with one of our friends!

Remember, Alice is arranging for us to share a room, so that's in our favor too. Soon, you'll have them won over and eating out of the palm of your hand!

I can't for the next letter!

Waiting Eagerly,

Hermione

Draco smiled to himself as he read. He could hold off Pansy, that was true. He was sorry that she'd fought with Ron and Harry, but he was relived that she hadn't told them about the talk the two had had.

Flashback

"Hermione, you can't tell anyone! My father might find out, and then we'd all be in danger! You can't tell them, especially Harry! Imagine if he started getting friendly with me! My father would have me spy on him! He might even make me kill…you know. He can't know!" Draco begged, his eyes full of fear. Hermione nodded.

"I won't tell. The secrets are safe with me."

"Good."

"A 'thank you' would have been nice."

"I'm not a nice person."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm an evil person, remember?"

"Oh."

"…"

"Draco…about you liking…them…"she whispered, a faint blush rising up at the mention of her friend..

"…" Draco was blushing even harder, and it made it hard for her to focus.

"Let's be friends so that I can help you win them over! We can send owls at night when everyone else is asleep!"

End Flashback

Hermione blushed a bit at the memory, then sighed. There wouldn't be anymore letters that night. They had agreed that a two letters total could be sent in a single night. Any more would be far too risky. Still sighing, she reached into a drawer on her bedside table. She pulled out a small dark wooden box, about the size of a letter. Flowers were engraved into the wood, the stems entwined and dancing. Carefully, she placed the letter in her box.

Draco pulled out the bottom of the drawer. It was a huge false bottom, one that only he knew about. Before he placed the letter inside, he smiled up at the night sky, his eyes distant.

"Thank you Hermione." he whispered softly.

"Good luck Draco." she whispered softly.

"Sweet dreams to all." murmured Alice, laughing softly to herself over her success so far.

Shinju: Okay! This is great! All nice and slow!

Sango: Yup, things are going great!

Shinju: Patience my little squirrels, for soon there shall be muffins!

Sango: Translation; Get ready, cause there'll be another one next week or even sooner!