"Draco? Draco? Come on! Grangers gonna kill you if you're slacking off all ready!" Blaise shouted, as the Great Hall was emptying. He wasn't listening to him and he didn't care about Granger either, he didn't know what to think, his head was spinning, and his heart was racing.

"Draco!" Blaise gave another shout at him, and then a group of fourth years walked in front of him making him loose sight of the new Gryffindor, he stood up trying to see her though the crowds but Blaise kept dragging him out of the Hall. "Come on! I thought you had to go meet up with McGonagall?"

"I'm coming, now get off" he said, as he pulled his arm out of his grip and walked out of the Great Hall while pushing some Hufflepuff's out the way.

….

"Where's Hermione gone?" Ron asked Christie who was sitting on the nearest armchair to the fire in the Gryffindor Common room; it was nearly empty as most people were in their dorms; Harry and Ginny were sitting opposite her on the floor.

"She left a while ago to go see Professor McGonagall about something." Christie answered looking up over the newest edition of the Quibbler, looking really confused at a sock, which was the only thing that lay across a middle two pages. "Umm... she's here now anyway."

Everyone tuned around to see an angry Hermione strut towards them and throw herself down between Harry and Ginny on the couch. She didn't speak a word; instead she sat there with her arms crossed staring at the fire with her face screwed up.

"Well? Or are we meant to guess what's wrong with you?" Ron asked, she looked up slightly to see Ron's face staring back.

"Ronald Weasley! Wipe that smirk of your face this instant" Hermione screamed, making everyone left in the common room jump a little.

"Now there was no need for that tone of voice." Ron said a bit taken back.

Hermione spoke a bit softer now "Well, as you know I went to see McGonagall after the meal with Draco; she told us that as head boy and girl we will be testing out a new theory of hers to improve the houses relationships. I mean I see where she's coming from but its madness, I know he's not that bad but everyday push's it a bit, you know"

"Hermione" Ginny said, interrupting her trail of thought. "We would love to help, but we have no idea what you're on about."

Hermione nodded and turned to Ron. "McGonagall said that head boy and girl will have to share dormitories this year but we will only be sharing common room, not rooms and I don't have to leave until tomorrow and I can come in here whenever I want, you can come and visit." She paused taking hold of Ron's hands and waiting for his reaction, but there was none he just stayed there on one knee in front of Hermione's legs.

"I think you killed him, 'Mione" Harry said staring at him looking for life behind his frozen eyes.

"He's not dead." Christie said, closing her magazine and leaning forward to talk to Harry. "His hearts still beating. Anyway, what's wrong with sharing a dorm? I think it sound like a good deal"

Hermione who hadn't taken a breath since telling Ron jumped out of her skin when Ron finally spoke. "It's not that it's not a good thing, it's who she has to share it with."

"He can't be that bad." Christie said, moving back into her chair while Hermione sat next to Ron on the rug by the fire.

"He's not." Harry answered for him. "It's just we've had our differences in the past."

"Differences? He's been a total arse towards us all the way though Hogwarts, not to mention he's a ex-deatheater. So I'm not letting my girlfriend sharing anything with him."

"What do you mean you're not letting me?" Hermione said, turning to face him. "You can tell me what to do like that. I'm no some push over who will let you do what they want." Whatever Ron said at this time was making everything worse; the fight ended with Hermione and on in tears running to their rooms.

"Should we go after them?" Christie asked, looking concerned.

"No, they do this all the time; tomorrow they'll be acting as if nothing happened." Ginny said, moving under Harrys arm. "What do you think Hermione's going to do about Draco?"

"Well, there's nothing she can do and after the war he's seemed to calm down a bit from all the pureblood stuff." Harry said.

"How come he became a Deatheater so young?" Christie asked, it had been playing on her mind, out of all the deatheaters she had met none of them were under 30, so for someone her age to be one was very surprising.

"His father had always been one so, it was about time he became one." Harry answered. "He's not that bad now, ever since he helped us with… some things during the final battle."

Harry took a glance over to Ginny, as he knew the death of her older brother was still raw. They had only just finished burying the last of the fallen witches and wizards of the war; so many had passed that to book a funeral you were in for a three week wait. Ginny leaned forward a bit and looked directly at Christie.

"So, what was it like in other counties?" Ginny asked. "Where were you during the war? Cause I heard in Albania got the worse of Voldemorts forces."

Christie took a while to answer, she moved around in her chair a bit before saying "I was there, but" she fell silent and cold. "I think that story's for another day." With that she stood up and left to her dorm.