A.N: I've realized that so many people have read the last chapter without reviewing, so I would just like to say that I won't put in my next update unless I got 5 reviews for the chapter. Which will totally suck, because I'm ending with a major cliffie.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THAT WILL DO JUST FINE

Breakfast was ordinary. No one spoke to me. I ate in silence. At first I cried; this hadn't happened since the first two months of my first year, and even then Neville spoke to me once or twice to be nice. But whatever. You get used to it after a while.

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Breakfast was ordinary. Crabbe and Goyle stuffed their faces as best they could. Blaise was bragging about some girl he nailed the night before. Pansy bragged about this girl she nailed the night before, and then this guy she did afterwards. Really, that girl is bloody scary. But then, she turned around and looked at my funny, as if she wasn't going to see me again or something. And when I looked at the staff table, Professor Snape wasn't there. Something odd was definitely happening.

I opened the latter that had come, and was sitting by my plate.

Draco,

Get Granger and meet me in my office.

Professor Snape

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"Well Professor, what's going on?" I asked nervously.

"You two have a major emergency on your hands. The Death Eaters are coming today to get you, and to kill you."

"The caves," muttered Malfoy.

"Pardon?"

"The caves are the safest place to go," said Malfoy weakly. "No-one except for us three knows of their existence – I hope," he said, glaring at me.

"I would never tell," I replied honestly.

"I'll make a portkey," said Snape. "And I warn you – don't leave."

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We landed on the stone floors of The Caves. We were right back to were we started. "Well Granger, now what?" asked Malfoy.

"Well don't look at me. This is your place; I'm just living in it," I said, smiling weakly.

"Wow Granger, you decide to crack a joke now. We are going to have to stay here god-knows-how-long, with just each other for company – Merlin help me – and you make a joke."

"Like you said; we are going to be a here for a long time, so I'd might as well make the best of it, as should you."

"Oh stop being so bloody optimistic, Granger. Say how you really think. I know you're dying to bitch about this bloody arrangement."

"Okay fine. This is what I think. This was a stupid arrangement, as we'll probably wind up murdering each other or something. And you are a fake?"

"A fake?"

"Yeah, you heard me. I know that you're scared inside. You're afraid that Voldemort will find you. Or worse; your father. And you're afraid that you'll be killed. You don't fool me as well as you fool others. Do you want to know why?"

"Why Granger?" asked Malfoy sarcastically. "Tell me…I'm dying to find out."

"It's because secretly you're just like me. You're just as scared. You hide behind this false façade to mask you're true feelings. You pretend that you don't feel anything – especially fear – but that's a lie."

"You're crazy, Granger," he said, less confident than before.

"Oh really. I seriously doubt that. Where is my 'room'? Same as last time, I suppose."

"Yeah. You know you're way around. Get yourself acquainted."

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I sat down at the table for lunch, staring off into space as I ate absentmindedly. I guess it hadn't hit me yet that I was a wanted woman. The Death Eaters wanted me dead. My friends – and no doubt most of the Order – thought that I was a traitor. There was one word to describe my predicament – trapped.

As I ate my simple lunch, Malfoy came to join me. I could tell that this was entirely out-of-character and awkward for him. I could see that I wanted to say something. "Erm…Granger?"

"Yes, Malfoy?" I asked, not looking up from my daze.

"Well..I…"

"Oh spit it out!" I exclaimed, looking at him.

"You're right! There, I said it."

There was this awkward silence at that point. "Good that you know it," I said. "Truce?"

"What!"

"You heard me, Malfoy. I know you did. And so I ask you again. Truce?" After I got no response, I said, "Well if we want to co-exist, we're going to have to stop trying to bite each other's heads off, if you know what I mean."

After a few second's hesitation, he said, "Fine, but don't expect me to get soft, or start loving muggles or anything stupid like that."

"That will do just fine, Malfoy. That will do just fine," I replied, returning to my lunch.

A.N- Sorry that I haven't updated in so long. I just put in this new story, and I wanted to put in a bunch of chapters and get some reviews before I put in this chapter. It's also a Draco/Hermione, and if anyone wants to read it, it's called A Love Before Their Time. Somehow, I have only five chapters, and yet it has 20 reviews. This story has 20 chapters (counting this one…yet I know it says 21 chapters) but it only has 15 reviews. How sad!

SingForTheMoment- You had better review, you evil…person!