Three days back from break and I am already about to pass out lack of sleep. With the O.W.L's looming over my head, everyone is starting to become dangerous when they study. I used to study around the twins, Rose and Hugo, but now, I want to lock myself in a room and lock the key away in the room of requirement. I mean, really why is everyone so worried? The tests are months away and I have a Quidditch game I need to get ready for. I guess dying to be captain next year is starting to show, but I am the perfect person to take over for my cousin next year. I mean, besides my dad, who has played on the team as long as I have? I was sitting at the Gryffindor table with all my books wide open, my doodles slowly moving around the page of my notes as a supper plate landed under my book. I sighed and put it away watching Hugo come over to me his hands pinned together by a spell of some kind. I pulled out my wand and watched the spell release the hold on his hands.

"Who did this?" I asked, my tone of annoyance showing when my cousin bit his lip looking anywhere but at me. "Hugo," I asked in a warning tone standing up, I put my hands on his shoulders. "Was it a Slytherin?" I asked. Hugo is never like this, he is a Gryffindor and if you get him upset, then he gives my Uncle Ron a run for his money in the temper department. I let out a little sigh and walked out of the hall, leaving my stuff sitting on my seat. I looked around the hall, seeing a group of Slytherins huddled in a corner. I walked over seeing Zabini, Goyle and Nott, all in my year. They stopped talking as I walked over. My arms were folding around my chest as I tapped my foot. "Who did it?" I demanded.

"Did what Potter?" Zabini asked. I had only seen his father once, and in the time I could tell you that he looked exactly alike him. Most girls in our year swooned over him, no matter in what house.

"You know exactly what Zabini," I told him, he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and walked over to me. I didn't move as he circled me. "You see me every day in class, and have for the past five years, what are you doing?" I questioned as he stopped in front of me, picking up my hair I swatted at his hand.

"Well, If I would had known messing with Weasley would bring a Potter, I might have tried it sooner." That voice wasn't from one of the boys in my year. I stopped dead in my tracks. I could feel the blood running to my cheeks. I turned around to see Malfoy standing on the stairs, walking down with his hands in his pockets. His blond hair messy and disoriented as he stood before me, there was a group of people around me us now. I could feel someone come to my side putting a hand on my shoulder, it was Albus.

"Your vile," I told him, "and pathetic, on top of that you're supposed to be a good example? Great Head boy you've turned out to be."

"Break it up, Break it up," I could hear Professor Longbottom say from down the hall. He stopped in the middle of us as the crowd rushed away into the hall. I could feel Albus' hand on my shoulder tighten, I took a step forward to our Head of house, he shooed Albus off, leaving just me and Malfoy.

"I thought all this fighting had stopped," He told the two of us. I looked from him back to Malfoy, tuning out his rant about the old days when our parents fought, I looked around the hall watching the last of the students walk into the hall. "Is that understood, Miss Potter?"

I shook my head, watching Malfoy smirk pulling his hands from his pockets. "Yes Professor," I said because, well, that is the best response to someone who has been going on about the second war. Don't get me wrong, I love my Daddy, and everyone else that fought, but I've heard a story about it at least once a day every day of my life. Professor Longbottom walked into the hall, and I started following him in before an arm pulled me away by the robes, pulling me by the neck.

Malfoy finally let go once I could no longer see the Great Hall in my view. "Get my note Potter?" He asked, his fingers finally releasing me, I turned around watching him lean on the wall like Zabini did, do all Slytherins do that? I stood up straight, only coming in about three inches shorter than him.

"Yes," I lied, no I didn't read his note, why would I do anything with it beside hide it in my sock drawer so no one could see that I'm still talking with him.

"Liar," He laughed, "Read it, and I'll see you around Potter." He laughed bumping into my shoulder as he walked into the Great Hall. I waited a minute before I followed him into the Great Hall/

The worst part of this was that he was toying with my interest, why oh why did I have to want to know what he was talking about! I sat back at my seat, Hugo spooning mashed potatoes in his mouth as Albus and Rose talked about seventh years girls and who Albus liked, but really, everyone knows he likes Lacy Longbottom, he is always talking about her, and carrying her books and I think one day he will get the guts to ask her on a date. I played around in my food for a while, not feeling the hungry like my best friend sitting next to me. I excused myself from the table, walking out slowly out of the hall before I ran up the stairs to the Tower. I think I can skip out on running before practice tomorrow after all of the running. I told the Fat Lady her password, after hearing her tell me how much I looked like my mother, and had the temper of my father when I demanded she open the door after giving her the password. I looked around the common room, making sure everyone was down at supper. I went up the stairs into my dormitory and opened my sock drawer; I moved the socks around, pulled out the note and put the ugliest curtain over my bed. I took a deep breath, "Be a Gryffindor," I told myself opening the note up.

His handwriting was curvy, but not the prettiest I've ever seen. It was torn off a piece of parchment and some of the ink was smeared. I read over the note again. "Let's to settle this once and for all Potter; Room of Requirement, tonight 10 p.m." I pulled the curtain back over by bed and walked over to the heater in the room, tossing the parchment in, letting it burn before my eyes. If he wanted a match, he would get it.

Time had passed and I had out my Defense Against The Dark Arts book. I had even stolen Rose's book, telling her that I wanted to be extra prepared for my O.W.L's she had happily agreed to letting me use it. Everyone was headed to bed as drained over my books Rose came in right on time from her Head Girl duties and told me to head to sleep, but I knew that since she was back Malfoy was also waiting for me. I watched her head up the stairs hearing her feet hit the steps. I walked to the boys dormitory and rushed into it knocking on the door three times, waiting a second and knocked again. I took a step back from the door as Albus appeared. He have always had a knock, even with James we always knew we needed something. He shook his head and walked over to his chest grabbing our Dad's cloak and the map. "What is it for exactly?" He asked holding it in front of me. I reached for it but he pulled it away.

"Rule number three, the give does not have to ask the user why they are using it, only to promise to give it back." I replied as he handed me the set. I gave him a quick hug and put the cloak over my shoulders putting the hood up.

I walked quickly to the floor, my hands holding the map as I tried to locate Malfoy, to see if he was really there, and he wasn't showing up on the map. I finally walked to the entrance; the black brink wall was staring at me. I closed my eyes and walked by thinking only take me to where Malfoy is. The thought alone sent a chill down my spine as a small door appeared. I slowly opened the door and took off my cloak. The room was set up for a duel, with mirrors all around the room. I set my things down slowly watching Malfoy from one of the mirror I saw his smirk slowly appearing on his face. He was in his pants, and his white school shirt with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. I pulled out my want put it in my hand. "What are the rules," I asked moving to the middle of the room. Malfoy turned around and met me there, his wand at the ready as well.

I guess this was coming, after five years of us always fighting. Since my first day walking into the Great Hall, we knew we were going to hate one another. I don't even know who started it, but I knew tonight was going to finish it, then I could have my last two years at school to live in peace and figure out how to get onto the Harpies. "Simple, try not to get yourself killed. You lose if you are no longer able to fight, or if you just give in already. Oh, and no muggle fighting, some of us like to fight the real way."

I glared. There is no other way to describe what I did besides tell you that. I took my position across from Malfoy and put my wand up, waiting for him to attack me. His first spell was simple, easy to block, but he was using them in his head and I had no clue what was going to come next. I am my father's child after all. I moved quickly around the room, casting spells to counter his before he took me by surprise and knocked me head first into the ground. I could feel the blood running down my noise as I sent another spell toward him, one that Uncle George taught me that caused Malfoy to hand up in the air by hi ankle. He quickly got out of it. I was just about to shot another spell as the door flew open. I lowered my wand quickly as Headmaster McGonagall stood tapping her wand in the air.

The next thing I knew I was being escorted up the stairs into her office. The portraits of my brother's names were slowly waking up as I sat quietly in a chair, Malfoy next to me, his hands on his lap. She kept yelling at us, not letting us speak when the fire turned green and my father appeared. I hung my head as my dad gave me his angry face. He normally wasn't the punisher, but I have a feeling with Malfoy's involved, he got roped into it, but since it was him, the punishment shouldn't be as bad. One time I had hit James with a lamp. I couldn't exactly control my magic so Dad took me out for ice cream and showed me how to. The look on his face didn't exactly say that was the case. The fire turned green again as Draco Malfoy entered the room. He was in a white heelers robe and shook my father's hand. The both took a seat next to us. I didn't even try to smile at him. I knew this wasn't going to end well.

"This has been going on for far too long," Our Headmaster said, "All of the staff over the years have broken up many fights between these two, but never have they been this stupid." I sunk a little in my seat. I didn't even want to look over at Malfoy as she kept going on again. She sent us both in the staircase as she talked with our parents about our punishment, thinking sneaking out and dueling wasn't hit enough for a month's worth of detention. I stood up, following Malfoy into the dark staircase. He took three steps down as I tried to listen at the door.

"This is your entire fault," I told him, slumping down on the step resting my head on the door, but it was no use, with charms on it.

"My fault? You're the one who can't even do silent spells, or to just know when to let things be." He retorted pacing up and down the steps.

"My fault? You started this all! This was even your idea if you would like to recall that note." I told him.

"Do you have proof of said note?" He smirked. I knew my face went pale as he stopped on one of the steps. "I have a feeling it no longer exist."

"Your pathetic," I told his standing up, finally we were at the same height.

"Insults are the last resort, really Potter that is all you have?"

I opened my mouth to say something else as our Headmaster opened the door; we both took our seats again. I looked at my dad, who looked tired, with a closer inspection I could tell he was still in his work robes, now I was really in for it if the head of the department got pulled away. "Your punishment will be simple, and if you cannot comply within the next month, then you Mr. Malfoy will lose Head Boy position at the school and you Miss. Potter will be replaced on the Quidditch team and will not be considered for the Capitan position next year." I opened my mouth to argue with her, but the look on my dad's face suggested it might have been his idea. "You will both spend the next month without any wand fighting, if either of you breaks this rule, then you will receive the punishment I have told you of. Next, you will spend three hours a day supervised with a teacher in detention. And at least two hours a day unsupervised understanding one another with a three thousand word essay on the other by the end of the month, I also want in your essay what started this five year long bickering in the first place. You will start tomorrow after your last class with Hagrid. Do you both understand?"

I nodded my head slowly as Malfoy replied with a verbal yes. "Lily," my dad said in a warning tone.

"Yes Headmaster," I said quickly. How am I supposed to spend five hours a day with Malfoy, let alone five seconds? My dad stood up and I followed him. He smiled at the headmaster's painting before turning and looking at me. "Daddy," I started but he put up a finger to shut me up.

"Lily," he started in his forced calm voice. "You will do this, and you will make peace."

"Dad, he is—"

"I don't care Lily, I just want to know that this issue with you two is going to end right now. Draco and I have worked too hard to have this peace and you two will not fight anymore, understood?"

I nodded my head yes, after all, they were other ways I'm sure Malfoy and I will mess with one another, but my only question is how far can I let him before I crack.