A/N

Thanks reviewers and sorry to all who didn't like the last chappie.

Allie00-What do you think Hermione would do if she found out Draco was writing in her diary? He is too smart to do that of course, because Hermione would find out and kill him. But you bring up an interesting point in the plot that I won't mention.

-CuteAnimeBoysMakeMePant--lol, you always make me laugh.

Hermione headed down to breakfast, feeling incredibly hungry. She walked casually, greeting all who would tell her hello. She soon came face to face with an emerald eyed boy.

"'Lo Hermione," he greeted her causally.

"Hi Harry, where's Ron?" Hermione asked, looking into Harry's eyes. She loved doing that because she loved the very color of his eyes. They showed the trueness of his soul. She was wondering why Ron wasn't with him, because he usually was.

"I don't know actually, but I wanted to ask you something," Harry said seriously, focusing his emerald eyes upon hers.

"What is it?" Hermione asked, concern blooming in her voice.

"Don't worry, it's nothing bad. I just want to hang out on tomorrow. You, me and Ron. Just like old times," he said a smile growing on his face.

"Harry, I'd love to come. What time should I be there?" Hermione asked in a friendly voice.

"Around seven. Don't be late," he said, walking backwards towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

Hermione grew a smile on her face, walking over to the Gryffindor Table. But cold gray eyes met her's and she glanced up to see none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Granger," he drawled. "I think now you should do one of my tasks. Come sit with me at the Slytherin Table. Now." Hermione shot a death glare at Draco, while he only smirked. She reluctantly walked over to the Slytherin table. The Gryffindors and Slytherins looked outraged.

"Hermione! What are you doing?" Seamus questioned her angrily.

"I have to do a favor for him, I kind of lost a bet," Hermione said, throwing a disgusted look at Draco.

Seamus shook his head in thought and turned away. Hermione nervously took a bread and ate.

"I hate you," she mumbled. Draco smirked.

Pansy Parkinson pushed the annoying 1st year Slytherins sitting across from Draco and Hermione.

"What is the Mudblood doing at our table?" she snarled.

"Why is Pug-faced Parkinson so ugly?" Hermione shot back. Some 3rd years erupted in laughter.

"Shut the bloody hell up!" she said, smacking the terrified 3rd years. Draco laughed.

"Five points from Slytherin for language, and twenty for terrorizing younger students," Hermione said in her-stick-up-her-arse voice.

Pansy glared. "Stupid Mudblood."

"If you must know, she fancies me. Did you know?" Draco said devilishly.

Hermione groaned. Pansy looked outraged.

"Do you fancy her also? Is that why you let her sit here?" she questioned.

"Yes, that is also true," he lied in a serious voice.

"TRAITOR!" she shouted, gaining the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. "WHY DO YOU LOVE THAT MUDBLOOD?"

Everyone stared in disbelief. But then some started to believe it could happen. Draco moaned loudly, a displeased look plastered on his face. Whispers erupted throughout the Great Hall.

"Parkinson, are you that daft? You stupid pug-faced girl, I cannot believe you thought I liked her. It's just that she is doing a... How should put this...A favor perhaps?" he said loudly, raising his eyebrow at her.

All of the Slytherins and Gryffindors sighed in relief. Hermione buried her head in her arms, trying to dismiss the embarrassment.

"Like I could ever like him, seriously. But what if I did?" Hermione thought. "But I could never like him, so it doesn't matter."

Soon the whispers died down and Hermione raised her head back up to see Blaise strolling up to Draco.

"How did you get Granger to do a favor for you?" he asked in a cool voice.

"I just happen to be so clever," he said proudly. Blaise walked away, mumbling something. Hermione let out another groan.

"Poor Granger, she dosen't like the Slytherins. Well, too bad. We've got at least ten minutes left of breakfast," he said in a fake sympathetic voice.

"I have one question. Why did you make me do this instead of something more horrible," she asked curiously, cocking her head to the side for no reason.

"I have my reasons," he said mysteriously as he finished his last bite.

Now Hermione was greatly confused.

Draco turned around and whispered something in Hermione's ear.

"Watch your back."

Hermione sat there and thought for she was afraid of Draco because he could hurt her dear Seamus.

Draco sat on his bed with a piece of parchment. He was looking at a song he wrote.

Withering in my pain
This is too hard to maintain

Draco secretly loved to sing. But he didn't want anyone to know because they would think he was a wimp. Only wimps sing. He opened his mouth and let the words flow out of his mouth. His voice was deep and smooth.

"Withering in my pain," he sang. He had been trying to perfect just that first sentence.

"This is too hard to maintain," he sang once more, closing his eyes. He looked to the parchment. He had been trying to replace that part because he thought it sounded awful.

"I'm just sitting here," he sang, his voice cracking.

"Bloody hell, my stupid voice is cracking," he said, heading towards his door. As he pushed it open, there stood a frozen Hermione.

"Uh..." she mumbled, her lip quivering.

"What are you doing!" he said outraged.

"I wanted to see if you really were singing, because I figured you weren't telling the truth, and now I know that you were," Hermione said clearly.

Draco never would think he would do this, but he did anyway for his sake.

"Please don't tell anyone, I'll do a favor for you," he pleaded.

"I cannot believe I just pleaded. Malfoys are never supposed to plead!" he thought with distaste. Hermione smirked.

"Hm... I guess so. I already have a favor for you to do," she said tauntingly.

"What," Draco moaned.

"You have to play Truth with me for as long as I say," she said simply.

"Truth?" he asked.

"It's a game where you ask questions and you have to tell the truth. I think everyday we just have to ask each other 1 question. I will summon a truth spell too, because I know you might cheat," she explained.

"Oh great, just bloody great," Draco thought. "This is what I get for singing too much." Hermione took out her wand and quickly cast the spell.

"Today I'd like to start out with a few questions. My first one is why were you singing?" she asked.

"Because it's my tribute to Dreamer," he answered.

"Damn truth spell," he thought angrily.

"And why does Dreamer mean so much to you?" she asked once more, sitting on the white carpet.

"Because she was my only friend who liked me for who am I," he said, his face softening up.

"Finally, who do you fancy as of now?" she asked, smirking.

"No one," he said quietly. Hermione looked at him in disbelief.

"That's ludicrous!" she exclaimed as Draco sat down.

"Now let me ask some questions," he said mischievously.

Hermione gulped.

"What is you're most embarrassing dream?" he asked, slightly sniggering. Hermione went red.

"That I was a stripper for Ron," she murmured.

Draco laughed, banging his head on the wall. Hermione glared.

"How many people have you snogged?" he asked smirking.

"Five," she said simply.

Draco laughed. "Pathetic." Hermione kicked him.

"Ow!" he yelped, moving away from her.

Draco suddenly remembered the picture of Dreamer.

"Have you ever drawn Dreamer, and if so, how did know how to draw her, like her hair color and stuff?" he asked, remembering the drawing she drew in her diary.

"Yes, and when I drew her, I just knew... I don't really know, but it's like it has been kept in my mind for a long time," she said absent-mindedly. She quickly took off the spell and headed towards her room.

"Granger! Can you show me a picture?" Draco called to her.

"If I ask her, I won't look so suspicious if I accidentally told her I've seen it or something," Draco thought.

"Er... hold on," Hermione said, rushing into her room.

After ten minutes, Hermione rushed out with a colored drawing of dreamer, which was enlarged. It looked so accurate from Draco's memory.

"Wow, it's beautiful," he said in awe.

"Yeah, I tried my best," Hermione chuckled.

"At least it looks like Dreamer," Draco said walking back to his room.

He made sure the door was closed and opened Hermione's diary. She was scribbling away, the ink in yellow.

This morning, Draco made me sit at the Slytherin table. It was so embarrassing! Pansy Parkinson was yelling, attracting the whole attention of the Great Hall!
I caught Draco singing again. I found out he sings for Dreamer. How wonderful for an arrogant prick like him.
He actually was pleading for me to not tell. How hilarious!
Draco glared at the page.
I made a deal that we had to play truth. But I forgot that I also had to play. So much for me being smart.
I also found out he doesn't fancy anyone. Isn't that weird? A bloke like him snogs girls like everyday!
What a prat, seriously.
Well, now I guess I'll go and draw.
Er, maybe I should go to lunch early. It's almost time.

Draco closed the book and shoved it under the bed. Then something struck him.

"Maybe I could find out why she drew that picture of her in the corner? I should think of a reason to ask that," he thought, smirking.

Draco then fell asleep, missing lunch.

A/N

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it! And Happy Kwanzaa and Haunaka! And if you don't celebrate any holidays, then happy vacation! I got the truth thing from the book "The truth about forever". Go read it if you haven't. And now is the time to inform you that this will be a very long fic. I'm planning for about 100 chappies. So it will probably be that long. Plus, this fic will have character death. Of a character that is very well-known. So beware. Remember to review!

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