A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in like forever. My niece's cat broke the laptop again. -.- This time so much so that I can't even look at the screen. Oh well, that's a problem for a different day. I'm so glad that you like my story, and all the love for me adding in Fred. Enjoy!

**Draco's POV**

"What's your favorite color?" She asked with a small smile.

"Starting off with what you think is an easy question? I suppose you're expecting Slytherin green?" Her eyes widen slightly. "My favorite color is actually cinnamon brown. What's yours, Gryffindor scarlet?"

"You mean the self proclaimed 'Slytherin Prince' isn't a fan of snakeskin green?"

"Well, I might have house pride, but as far as I can remember, my father has had the color in all his decoration as Slytherin green. It's a real pain. And technically, I didn't proclaim myself the Slytherin Prince anymore than you proclaimed yourself the Gryffindor Princess. Both somehow got acquired. Favorite color?"

She rolls her eyes again at the mention of being Gryffindor's princess.

"Hot pink actually. I love it. My parents always tried telling me that I didn't need such a bright color for clothes, but my Aunt Rosie simply loved defying them. She got me whatever I wanted in whatever obnoxious color I wanted." She looks wistful and I wonder about her Aunt Rosie.

"How did you feel when you found out you were a witch?"

She thinks for a moment before answering.

"I finally found that I might have a place to belong, to fit in. In the Muggle world, I was also the bushy haired know it all who felt out of place. I felt like I was meant for higher things, a bigger purpose, something grand, something..." she smiles, "magical. I just didn't know how magical."

"So you decided to come here to be a bushy haired know it all? And I do mean know it all! Do you know how hard it is to have the second best marks in your year, every year?" I smile gently so that she knows I don't mean any harm. It feels foreign to be smiling at her openly.

"Yes. New competition," she winks at me. "How do you pass time when you aren't with your friends or doing schoolwork or whatever?"

"Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Party hard, live fast, die young." I gave one of my flirtiest smiles. She just blinks in surprise. I burst out laughing without even thinking about it, admiring her look of innocence. "I like to read honestly. I actually like a lot of Muggle books and music. Father never knew that mom liked to take me shopping in non-wizarding communities. How are you sure you can trust me? Aren't I just the Death Eater git who mocked you incessantly throughout your schooling?"

"You may have mocked me, but it inspired me to best you at every chance. You might be a git, but so is Ronald. As to the Death Eater bit, I don't let marks someone else put on a person to define them. You willingly fought by my side in the final bit of the battle. Your own father tried blasting me to bits and you... You..." She paused, looking at me with concern in her eyes. "You saved my life from your own flesh and blood. That means something, Mal- Draco. Draco."

We sat there in silence for a few moments and then I cleared my throat and checked my watch.

"Well, Gra- Hermione, charming as this has been, I have some light reading to catch up on, and I'd really rather do it out in the sun. Perhaps we can meet up after dinner?"

She blushed lightly.

"Erm, I'll actually be watching this T.V. show I'm hooked on. You can blame Gin spending the summer and getting fascinated with the cheesiest show on witchcraft. Charmed. I used to watch it when I was younger, and wish I was a wish like them. Now, I just watch it for the memories and laughs. I'm hooked though."

**Hermione's POV**

I can not believe I just told Malfoy I'm hooked on Charmed. At least he probably won't know the show. Then he surprised me and burst out laughing. I looked at him with shock on my face.

"I love that show. Mother made me watch it because it has her good friend in it. Alyssa Milano is from a long line of Italian purebloods that is as old as the Malfoys. She is a wild card, a lot like her character Phoebe. She is American, through and through though."

I blink rapidly in response. "Alyssa Milano is a real witch? Then why did she agree to do the show?"

"Because she wanted to. She didn't just agree. It was her idea! Holly Marie Combs is a veela, Shannen Doherty is a squib, but she and Alyssa never got on well... And Rose, she is a half-vampire."

I took this in stride. My mind kept going back to the drawings in the Room and in my bag. I wondered how many more drawings there were. I looked down at my swirling handwriting. A ghostly arm reached through the door to the common room.

"Oi, Mione, if you're naked, don't get dressed! I'm coming in!" Fred's smiling face pops in. "Malfoy! Good to see you mate. I never got a chance to thank you for acting as lookout on some of my pranks."

My head started reeling.

"What?!"

"Yea, it started out his first year when he was spying or something, going on about a dragon, and Georgie and I made him keep watch. Happened a couple of times. Often coming from the seventh floor, with charcoal smudging his fingers and the such. He was doing some artwork in his spare time."

Malfoy's eyes widened in pure terror.

"Well, Weasley, why are you visiting our common room? Hoping to catch me and Granger snogging?"

"If I wanted to catch that, I wouldn't have given you a warning. Maybe I'll catch the show next time though. No, I came here to tell Mione that George and I made a copy of the Marauders' Map before our grand finale. Took a while, but, we ended up hiding it for future troublemakers. Decided she might make use of it. Although, the spellwork is different than the original. It shows the Room of Requirement, and also a few other tricks. I happen to know Mione is a bit of a poet, and that's the only way to get it out of the niche by the great hall." He puts on a feigned shocked face. "Sorry, I happened on you reading a poem out loud to Gin, didn't mean to spill your secret."

I glared daggers at that transparent arse in my common room. How dare he tell Malfoy I write poetry.

"As a matter of fact, Draco here already knew I wrote poetry. He's asked to read some of my work and I agreed, on the condition he shows me a drawing of his. You were saying?" The words were already out of my mouth before I could stop them. Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut? Malfoy was just looking at me with wide eyes before nodding hesitantly. Fred rolled his eyes, shook his head, and disappeared. I looked over at him. "Sorry about that, something about Fred makes me want to show him up, I don't need to see any of your artwork if you aren't comfortable. And you really don't need to hear any of my poetry, trust me..."

He looked at me with curiousness in his eyes.

"Read me one. Please?"

"Um.. Sure. But then you do have to show me something, even if it's small." I looked through my bag to find a poem that didn't make me seem thoroughly depressed or obsessed. "This one is one that I wrote just because I was inspired by all my masquerade masks. Don't read too much into it though."

'Masks'

Silver, gold, white, and black,

I'm the girl with many masks.

Do I get them to see their shine,

Or do I get them so I may hide?

Feathers, glitter, ribbons, and gems,

I can be someone better behind them.

A pretty mask to hide my face,

Holding back the tears of my disdain.

The prettier the mask,

the prettier I seem.

The masks make me feel like a dream.

When one day, I lay them down,

I wish to show my smile, not an eternal frown.

I look up to see him looking at me with interest in his eyes. Hopefully he believes that's not how I truly feel. Not that he would believe me anyways. He thinks I'm the charmed war heroine with the happy smile and no worries. The bloody Gryffindor Princess for Godric's sake!

**Ginny's POV**

I finish tying a ribbon around the box I was sending to George, to pass along Fred's message. Fred appeared next to me, grinning like a buffoon.

"Well played Gin, Mione acted just like you said she would. I read her work. That's one lucky bloke to have stolen her heart. Poor Ronnikins though. Ron will just have to keep Malfoy in line, so will you. And make sure he laughs enough, he's had a rough go at life."

I rolled my eyes and gave Athena a treat before sending off Hermione's owl with the package. I really need to get my own owl.

**Draco's POV**

That poem, the style was familiar. I had a feeling that it was more than just random inspiration... I shook my head and dug through my bag. I produced a colored sketch of a Narcissus flower being held roughly by a man's hand and showed her. She looked it over. I could catch her glancing at me, gauging my reaction to her poem.

"I like your poem. It... Speaks to me.. Has a nice feel to it."

"It looks like the flower is being crushed..." She thinks for a moment. "It's your mother, isn't it? The narcissus flower, for which I assume your mother is named... Being crushed by an overbearing male..."

A/N: That is my poem, "Masks". I really do own several masquerade masks (11) and that poem was my heart's reaction to being asked why I had so many. I was feeling exactly what I was writing about. Any poems that are originals, I have felt the real emotion at some point in my life. A lot of them are very dark, but I am still here and happy.

I don't own Charmed, much as I'd love to. I just thought it'd be nifty.

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