a/n: Okay, sorry it took so long to update. I was having trouble with the ending of this chapter. I hope its good though. Thanks to all the people who reviewed, it good to know that you are enjoying my story. Well here's chapter 2.

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The Truth

When Hermione woke up, Draco Malfoy was sitting across from her doing last minute homework. It was then that she realized she was lying on the floor.

"Gee Malfoy, I can see you put a lot of effort into moving me."

"Well, I wouldn't want to strain myself too much."

"Thanks for that. Anyway, how long was I out for?"

"Not that long, maybe 5 minutes or so. I would have gotten help or something but I was really tired."

"Oh, I feel the live. So when does Professor McGonagall get here to explain our duties?"

"I don't –"

"Never mind, someone is coming."

"Good you both are here and acting civil towards each other."

Professor McGonagall just walked into their compartment. Yet what she said had make Hermione think. Did she and Malfoy just have a normal conversation? Sure it was cold and emotionless, but they just spent more than a minute in each other's presence and not one insult was exchanged. She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize that McGonagall was talking to her.

"Miss Granger, are you listening?"

"Oh, sorry professor, I was lost in thought."

"As I was saying, we are trying something new this year. The Head Boy and Girl will be sharing a dorm room. You will share a common room, a bathroom, and a small kitchen and dining area."

Hermione was in shock. She looked over to Malfoy to see how he was taking the news. She expected him to be in outrage, to make a big stink about how he would have to share a dorm with mudblood Granger. She was surprised to see he was expressionless. It was then that she realized how much he had changes.

His platinum blonde hair was no longer gelled back, but hung loosely in his face. His silver eyes were no longer hard and cold, but had a softened look to them. She knew it probably had something to do with his father dying. She wondered if he was even sad about it or not. She also noticed that while he was still pale, he had a great body. She assumed it was from quidditch practice over the summer and during the year. It was then that Hermione realized that she had been staring at Malfoy for over a minute. She snapped out of her thoughts and asked McGonagall a question.

"Professor, why are they trying it this year?"

"House Unity." She said simply. "Anyway I must get going. You and Mr. Malfoy are to remain in here until we arrive at Hogwarts. Your common room is one the 4th floor behind the portrait of the lion and the serpent. The password is 'GrangerMalfoy'. Don't complain Mr. Malfoy…" Malfoy had opened his mouth in protest. "… its alphabetical."

After that she left the two heads by themselves. There was one of those awkward silences before Malfoy began to talk."

"So Granger, what do you say we call a truce. I don't want to risk being hexed in my own bedroom at night."

"So this is for your own safety?"

"Pretty much."
"I guess we should get along since we have to live together and do patrols together. Fine, truce."

The next five minutes or so were spent in silence. Unfortunately this silence forced me to think about Harry and Ron and their absence from my life. I guess I had a sad look on my face because soon Malfoy was talking again.

"Why the long face Granger?"

"Why do you care Malfoy?"

"I hate being around a depressed woman." (a/n I know this is weird because he taunted her, but bear with me here.)

"It's nothing really important. Why do you look so distracted? You are just as distant as I am."

"I'll tell you my story if you well me yours."

"So after five minutes of truce we are now best friends? Now we will be swapping stories and sharing secrets?"

"No, I don't say that. Sometimes it can help if you tell someone who won't hold back on what they think; someone who is afraid to speak the harsh truth."

"Wow, Malfoy, since when did you become so caring?"

"Well, I'll tell you if you tell me."

"Fine, but you go first."

"Alright then, I guess it all starts with the reason I was the way I was. Simple. That was because of my father; because of the way I was taught. I was taught that I was always right and because I was a 'pureblood' that I was better then everyone else. But that changed at the end of our first year."

"Why, what caused you to change?"

"Well, you did. You contradicted the very thing that my father had taught me. You, Hermione Granger, a muggle born, someone with 10 less years in the wizarding world, beat me in every class in our first year. I didn't understand; I was raised to believe that you were not as good as me. I was taught that the only was that was possible would be if you were cheating or something like that."

"But I wasn't!"

"I know Hermione, but that's not the point. The point was I was being manipulated into believing that muggle borns were inferior."

Hermione noticed that he used her first name. 'He must have not noticed' she thought. 'it must just have come out.'

"My entire life until recently was run by my father. I didn't have any real friends even. Just my dad's friend's sons. The only real friend I have is Blaise. He stuck by me all these years. But you, you have two best friends, who would do anything for you. That is something that I have always been jealous of. You have Potter and Weasley."

"Me? If Harry and Ron are such good friends, the how come they have been avoiding me all summer. Lying to me and pretending that I wouldn't find out. If I had such great friends then how come my summer was spent alone praying that my friends would send me a letter inviting me to stay with them or hang out for a day?"

Before Hermione knew it she was crying. All the tears she held in over the summer, over the past 6 years, all at once. She was crying harder then she ever cried in her life, and yet it was a relief. With each falling tear, she felt better, stronger.

And then, quite suddenly, Draco Malfoy was hugging her, trying to comfort her. He held her tight as she cried all her feelings out and released the pain she had been keeping in for so long.

"I feel like they have only used me for my homework and to help them on their adventures. In a way, I am like you. Only Ginny is my true friend."

"Wow, I never knew there was so much drama in the Golden Trio."

"Well, I'm glad you're happy with this." She snapped back.

"Just kidding. Well Hermione, I can tell this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"Uhh… sure."

Just then the train began to slow down and Hermione and Draco began to change into their robes. Hermione then realized that she would have to face Harry and Ron now that it was almost dinner time. She began to feel sick again.

'Well its now or never' she thought as she stepped off the train.

"Hermione!"

a/n: I know they never really finished their conversation, but they will eventually. Please review.