Hermione carried on staring until Draco started to fidget nervously, breaking their gaze. He couldn't be serious could he? Well we'll see... Gathering up her thoughts she turned back to the blonde, "so if this isn't a load of rubbish..." Draco nodded, "what do you suggest we do?" Draco froze, he hadn't thought this far ahead. Convincing himself Granger would never listen. Even if she had listened what was he meant to do, befriend her? and then what obliviate her? Then they'd go back to being enemies. In a weird way it just might work. Five minutes later he realised he still hadn't replied and she was still waiting a smirk appearing at the corner of her mouth. "Well, I suppose that we should meet up to talk." The smirk immediately disappeared off Hermione's face. Neither wanted to back down. "Fine, when?" Hermione asked, her irritation clear. "Astronomy tower, at eleven." Before waiting for a reply Draco turned and left the library. Once outside he wiped the sweat of his forehead with a hankerchief. What was that?! He needed a better plan, because all he had so far was a date with Granger. He blanched at the idea, a date with the Gryffindor princess...wonderful. Trembling at the idea, he made his way down to the dungeons. Back in the library Hermione had to pinch herself to make sure this wasn't a dream. How the hell did she end up getting a date with Malfoy. And what's worse, she had to find a way to slip past Harry and Ron later. Sighing she opened her book and decided to slip into a less complicated world for an hour or two.
An hour later Hermione closed the now finished book and put it back. Her back was killing from being huddled over for an hour, stretching she left the library and headed for the common room. Hermione took the time on the way to reflect on what happened earlier. She was so sure that Malfoy had been there to make another unflattering remark at her heritage. But then he had come out with, maybe we should be friends? Well, despite saying she'd meet him there is no way that she'll become friends with the oaf! Coming up to the portrait she whispered "All things in love and war." Before the painting swung open. She found the passwords annoying, who came up with them anyway?