Dinner was Shepard's pie and pumpkin juice, as appetizing as it was, Amera didn't feel like eating.

"What's wrong?" Tashia asked.

"Nothing…just thinking."

Amera shuffled her food around with her fork, still thinking about Draco. She looked up towards the Slytherin table, where Draco was sitting. Pansy was hanging off him again, and Draco was attempting to eat his pie.

"Will you stop hanging on me like a monkey, Pansy?" Draco yelled at her and stood up the second he saw Amera looking at him.

Half of the Great Hall turned around to look who the outburst was from.

"Drakie? What's wrong?" Amera heard Pansy say worriedly.

"Nothing! Dammit, woman!" Draco walked out of the Great Hall fast, avoiding most of the stares being thrown his way.

"I seriously think Draco has got a split personality…" said Tashia staring after him.

Amera said nothing, and just nodded. She didn't know if she could tell Tashia what had happened before Demonology, and she wasn't sure that Draco wanted anyone else to know.

"Care to tell me what you're thinking about?" Tashia asked again, snapping her fingers in front of Amera.

"Uh…oh uhm, no, it's ok. Listen I'm not hungry, I'll just go back to the common room." Amera left the Great Hall quickly, and went to find Draco.

As she closed the doors, she saw Draco walking down the corridor. He had his hands in his pockets and was kicking at the stone floor. She wanted to say something to him, but she couldn't put it into words.

"I'll owl him. Right now."

Amera ran down the opposite corridor, and turned up the spiral stair leading to the owlery. She hoped Hermes was there. He seemed to go out a lot lately, and Amera didn't know why. She ran up the stairs, and looked amongst the school owls and saw Hermes sitting way up on the top rafters.

"Hermes! Come down here!" Amera shouted.

Hermes clicked his beak at her, and flew down onto her shoulder. He clicked his beak at her again close to her ear, and she spoke to him.

"Want to take a letter to someone for me?"

Hermes clicked his beak again, and nibbled on Amera's ear.

"Ok ok. Let me just write it."

Amera took out her wand, conjured some parchment, a quill and a pot of ink. She wrote the letter quickly and tied it to Hermes" leg with a piece of conjured string.

"Ok it's not the best, but if you hurry, you might get there before he's in his common room."

Hermes flew away quickly, and out the window into the dark night. But Draco was already in his common room, and sitting on the leather couch by the fire. There was no one else there, and there was complete silence.

"I was so stupid…stupid…how could I have done that?" he mumbled angrily and threw his wand in the fireplace, only to have it jump right out again.

"Scared of fire as well?" he muttered.

He sighed loudly, and closed his eyes moodily. He heard a tapping noise, and looked up to see an owl at one of the closed windows. He waved his wand without looking and almost knocked the owl off the windowsill in the process. The owl flew in and landed on the couch arm, looking at Draco.

"Who are you from?" he said, looking at the piece of parchment on its leg.

The owl snapped at him and he took the note. He didn't recognise the handwriting, and it was folded into an origami envelope.

"Strange…"

He unfolded it quickly, and read it through:

Draco

I'm sorry for the things I said, not everything was true. But you have to prove me wrong on the others first before I believe otherwise.

Amera

Draco saw the owl was still sitting on the couch arm, still as a statue, staring at Draco with his big orange eyes.

"Must I reply now?"

The owl blinked, and Draco took that as a yes. He scrambled over to a table, and rummaged through some person's bag for a quill and ink. He whipped out a quill, and wrote on the back of Amera's note.

Amera

Don't be sorry. I should be sorry. You're the only one who ever tells me off, and I don't mind. I hope I can change your mind on the other things as well.

Meet me at the Black Lake on Friday evening at nine, and we'll talk then.

Draco

Draco folded the parchment along the same lines and tied it back to the owl"s leg. He picked it up and threw it into the air. It flew once around the common room in apparent joy, and flew back out the same window. Draco smiled and sat back down, and hoped everything would change between them. No fuss about what Pansy did to her that day, or their first day of school. It would be perfect, he hoped.