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Sorry this is late. This is a long sad chappie. It shows Draco's sad side again. Sorry again guys. But guess what? Extreme humor is coming in 1 to 2 chappies! Woo Hoo! I love Humor!

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Dedication: To the boy who can turn my frown upside down. xoxoxo

Hermione strolled back from dinner, currently content because she had got to hang out with her dear "Seamie".

Her face was glowing with sincerity. Yeah, she loved that bloke like a fat kid loves cake.

Professor McGonagall frantically scurried over to Hermione, her chin held up high.

"Miss Granger!" she said reaching a hand out to touch her shoulder. "I forgot to tell you that when classes start, you have to patrol the corridors at night. Every two weeks Prefects will patrol, but Heads start. Do I make this clear to you?"

"Yes, Professor," Hermione spoke brightly. Hermione's very essence was like...a prodigy. In everything adults appreciated.

But I didn't say the teenagers her age, did I?

No, I couldn't have. Hermione was not like the other girls.

She wasn't very pretty. She had brown bushy hair like a bird's nest, small brown eyes, not very big breasts like those other girls, an itsy bitsy butt, barely tanned skin, when she wore button up shirts, she buttoned them all the way up and wore her skirts down below her knees. She wasn't very attractive, those girls would say.

But you see, Hermione never cared.

To her, she described more differently.

She had bushy chestnut hair, which Hermione thought it was "converted into threads of knowledge". She also had deep chocolate eyes, bursting with happiness. Scars from her troubles that life bombarded her with. She was insecure, afraid to be hurt, but strong.

Hermione stepped into the common room, about to tell Draco about the truth game they had to play.

She lightly knocked on Draco's door. She then saw a pair of cold gray eyes.

"Hi," she said friendly for probably the first time.

"What," he said.

"We have to play truth again. It's our deal," she said, standing in the threshal.

Draco sighed and plodded out the door as Hermione cast the truth spell. He sat on the comfortable couch as Hermione began to ponder her first question. Then something came to her.

"Who do you think is the most prettiest girl at Hogwarts?" She asked, a devilish smile fixed on her barely tan face.

"I would have to say... that slutty girl. Lavender's the name, right?" he asked her. Hermione snorted in disgust.

"Slut," she mumbled.

Hermione searched for another idea.

"Would you ever go out with Pansy?" she asked, out of good ideas.

"No fucking way," he said outraged. Then Hermione came to the most brilliant idea.

"What did Dreamer's letters say exactly?" she asked calmly.

Draco's face paled.

"You know what," he said getting up and heading towards his door, "it would be much easier if I just got the letters."

Hermione sauntered over to Draco's bedroom, and closed it behind her. Draco was digging around in a box.

He pulled out a green box, with the his name engraved into it. Draco slowly pulled off the lid and set it beside him. Then Draco pulled out tattered letters, starting too become yellow. The writing had faded, but was still eligible.

"Dear Book Bloke," Draco focusing intently on the letter, holding it with a shaky hand, "I'm so glad I met you. you are very funny. So what house do you want to be in when you get to Hogwarts? I want to be in Ravenclaw, because I think that house sounds absolutely spiffing. I read it in this book mum and dad gave to me. Why did you give me the nickname "Dreamer"? I don't honestly think I am much of a dreamer. I like to make my dreams happen. Do you want to know one of them? I dream of Finding my Prince Charming. He is in a muggle fairy tale. So, I am looking for my prince charming. What does flying feel like? I've always wanted to try, but I am too afraid I will hurt myself. I guess I have sort of a fear of heights. You know, I really like your voice when I heard you slightly singing. Why do you not like singing? And if you don't, why were you? I guess that's what made me talk to you. It was your magnificent voice. Best wishes, Dreamer."

Draco was staring at the piece of parchment in his hand, shaking with sadness. He did not cry though. He kept the tears behind locked doors.

Hermione didn't say a word. She stayed silent and sat on his bed.

Draco took out the next one and laid down on his comfy bed. He put a hand behind his hand and began to read once more.

"Dear Book Bloke, I think it is funny that you talked to me because you thought I had really white teeth. You are very funny. I have been thinking of Italy lately. It sounds so wonderful. They have got good food and magnificent scenery. Maybe we could go someday. I am sure you like some other country, but I personally love Italy. Mum has made spaghetti lots of times. The non-magical people there made spaghetti a long time ago. And pizza. Pizza is very good. Do magical people have pizza? Or is it just us magical ones? What kinds of food do you like to eat exactly? Have you ever tried to use a telephone? You could talk into it and have a conversation with me. It's really very easy. Maybe you could come over to my house and show you. You are such a good friend to me, and I want you to know that I really appreciate it. You are one of the only friends that has been so nice to me. And before I finish this letter, could you tell me, if you know that is, what kinds of classes are offered? I'd really like to know. Your Friend Dreamer," Draco recited, trying to make his voice sound as girlish as possible.

It felt Hermione's mouth had been stapled. She felt a pang of regret in her stomach. She shouldn't have asked such a question. It obviously pained Draco.

Draco took another letter out of the box. He observed it intently, and his face paled even more, making him look like a ghost.

"Dear Book Bloke, Over the past few days, I have decided you are my new best friend. I don't care that you probably will be in Slytherin, because both of your parents were. But we can still see each other during meals and classes and such. I think Hogwarts is going to be an absolute paradise for me. My mum was laughing very hard when you fell down the stairs, you know. Laughing her pretty little head off. My dad was also proud that you saved me from falling into the pond. And Draco, I want you to know that you are the most special person I have ever met. You have lifted these weighs of my shoulders and have to me to breathe again. And how to laugh. I feel so free, I just want to go run in the rain. And I feel so ... many things. Uh, well... I have to go now. Love, Dreamer," Draco said those last sentences in a quivering voice, without looking onto the tattered letter.

Hermione sat there, seeing Draco become more depressed every second. His cold gray eyes looked to the wall and he started to recite the letter off the top of hid head. he was now on the verge of tears and so was Hermione, her chesnut hair covering her face as she put her head down. She looked like herself in the sketch of her in her room.

"Draco, I cannot believe your father would think that. He doesn't like me just because I'm not magical? Well, I'm sorry. For the both of us. I'm bursting into tears now Draco. I hope you don't become a true Slytherin like your Father. Draco, I want you to know that I... Will always love you! Draco, I thought you were my Prince Charming! And maybe you are. I really hope we still get to talk. I love you Draco, from the bottom of my heart. And I want you to always remember that. This maybe our last letter but not our last words. Your dad has greatly hurt my feelings, making me soak his paper with my misery. See you at Hogwarts though. Love you Forever, Dreamer," Draco finally let one tear slip. It fell on Hermione who was now next to him. Hermione looked at the fresh tear. She could sad all of the agony he has suffered. Dreamer like, hated him! But she still loved him.

Hermione wished deeply for a relationship like that.

"I'm sorry," was the only thing that she could utter.

Draco ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair and sighed.

"Okay Granger, let's get on with your truths," Draco drawled, back to his rotten prick mood.

Hermione gulped again.

"Who is the sexiest man in Hogwarts?" he said, smirking at her. Hermione glared.

"Seamus and you," she said.

Draco laughed while Hermione's glare was growing into a death glare.

"What thoughts were running through your mind when you saw me with my shirt off?" he drawled once more.

"Oh my God he is actually sexy," Hermione mumbled. Draco sat there and laughed his head off.

"Granger thinks someone's sexy? Well that must be a first!" Draco exclaimed as Hermione's blood was boiling.

AN idea hit Draco on the head. It was a perfect truth.

"What was your most embrassing moment?" Hermione frowned and looked at her knees as she told her story.

"Well, last year, Lavender invited me to a sleepover party. I don't usually get invited to her parties that are held in her dorm, which I wasn't in. So I had some fun I guess until it came to going to bed. Well, it turns out that I was on my period, and I didn't know, so the blood leaked through my pants. And it got on Lavender's new and now favorite shirt. Apparently, I was sitting on it. So Lavender yelled al these insults at me. She called me a Bloody slut, and all the girls joined her, chanting those very words. And I got kicked out right after I slapped and yelled at Lavender. I called her a fucking bloody slut and she stomped on my bare feet with her heels. I honestly don't think I've ever cussed that much in my whole life. And after she stepped on my foot, I immediately slapped her in the face. I remember all the gasps. Then she kicked me out and a lot of the Gryffindor boys were out in the common room, so they saw me crying back to my dorm. Lavender and her slutty friends terrorized me secretly for weeks, and they finally gave up. I'm really glad they stopped, but they got rid of all my relationships with other girls. Now I'm only friends with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Luna and the rest of the Weasely Family," Hermione explained, her fists clenched.

Draco didn't laugh. It was sad to lose a lot of your friends. He knew what it was like to be lonely. They actually had something in common. How revolting.

"Don't tell any one about those Dreamer letters, " Draco said quickly.

"Fine, but you have to do me this one favor. You have to be gay for 2 weeks," Hermione said, quivering with laughter.

Draco's jaw came down to about his knees. But he had to do it. His damn reputation would be ruined.

"Fine. But I'm going to tell Seamus you think I'm sexy," Draco smirked.

"You tell about this and you die," threatened Hermione, looking as if she could murder someone right now.

"Okay, but you owe me a favor now. After my little gay thing, you have to be a slut for 2 weeks," Draco said to her, cracking up.

Hermione glared as her mouth was wide open.

"You can start being gay once classes start. And that's only in a few days," Hermione told him as she exited his room.

"You have to be a slut right after my gay trial stops!" Draco yelled at her as she left.

Draco was pissed. He did not want to be gay. Fucking smart Granger and her clever plans.

But Draco was looking forward to Hermione being a slut. Ah, sweet revenge.

Draco then remembered the diary. Hermione sure was to be writing in it now. He put away the box full of Dreamer letters, and fetched the diary.

Wow.

That was one of the most secret filled Truth I had ever played.

I feel really bad for Draco. Him having to put up with Dreamer being gone.

That stupid git made me tell my most embrassing experience. I had to tell of the slipover thing.

I hate Lavender.

Slut.

But what I find funny is that Draco has to be gay for 2 weeks! Now this is going to be funny.

But the catch is, I have to be a slut for 2 weeks! Oh well. It's not as bad.

I can't wait to go hang out with Ron and Harry. We haven't hung out really since before school.

I have to go now though. It's late. Goodnight!

Draco closed the diary, and pulled the covers over his body, thinking of how funny Hermione would be acting like a slut.

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Yes, I can't wait for the funny chappies! Yay! After all the sadness... Well, thanks for reading and review! Draco won't be sad for a while guys, trust me...

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