AN: This is written for The Golden Snitch: Halloween Dress-Up Challenge, the prompt is- Write about a conflict between two different rivals being resolved by a treaty. Im in Hogwarts, Slytherin. The only warnings I have for this is some wizarding racist terms and language. I apparently cannot write Draco without him cussing.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

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I can't believe that miserable mudblood swat, she has the nerve to bitch at my friends, but can throw a little hissy when I treat hers the same way? Unbelievable! Just when I thought we were getting along!

I didn't even want to come back to this dump they call a school, especially when the only thing we learn here is how not to die! Even then, some weren't so lucky. But no, because of my stupid father, and the stupid Dark Lord, I'm on a three-year probation with one of the terms being to complete my schooling with outstanding grades.

Oh, yeah, I also have to maintain an Outstanding level of work in the stupid muggle class they scrounged up. I, for one, am glad it took two years to rebuild the school, while it gave me time to wallow in my pathetic misery, I didn't have to deal with the insufferable little twats they call first years.

The directly-post-war me would've been severely tempted to flash them my stupid mark of bigotry and insanity to terrify the little shits. Now I just rub my nose in the air, determined to not let 11-year old's bother me.

I'll forever curse the idiot who decided all eighth years had to share a living space, with one shared common room.

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"Malfoy, this has to stop! I'm tired, I don't want to spend every awake hour I have in the library, and I just want to relax in front of the fire and read! I need peace!"

It looks like the kitten finally grew the claws to attack with. Putting my drink down, I turned slowly to face the swot I've been trying to rile up for the past month and a half.

"Whatever do you mean? I thought you of all people would enjoy outer-house relationships and school unity and all that hogwash?" Sending a teasing smirk her way, I felt her magic cackle in the air, poised to attack before she just slumped her shoulders.

I broke her, it looked like. I didn't like breaking things. How the hell did I even manage to do that? A bloody freaking war couldn't but one month of partying students could? I had to sit and watch the witch get tortured in my favorite parlor for Merlin's sake!

"Just, please, Malfoy. I'm tired of everything. Of fighting, of hate, I'm just bloody tired, okay?" I watched her hands clench at her sides, before she looked up with her large chocolate orbs, pleading mercy. "Can we please have a treaty? I'll be cooperative!"

"A treaty for what, exactly? And on what terms?" Readying myself for her obvious answer of no partying, I planned an immediate counter-attack.

"How about, you get everyone to keep the partying to Friday and Saturday nights? And I won't complain, about any noises or drinking, because mind you, while we may all be adults, this is still a School. Also, we maintain a study group on Tuesday's and Thursday's? Because I could always let slip to McGonagall about all of the Liquor contraband in these rooms by accident."

There it was. A bloody act for pity. She dug her claws into me so hard, I would be irrevocably numb from the pain when she decides to retract them. She's too Slytherin for her own good.

Deciding that she couldn't outwit a cunning Slytherin, he used a tactic she would have to take for them team, or more to the point, her sanity.

"Only if you agree to a date, this Sunday. Just us as well. We'll meet at the Room of Requirement."

I saw a flicker of a smirk, the proverbial picture of the cat that got the cream and didn't get caught, flash across her face before she sent me a sly smile and agreed.

Merlin, what did I get myself into?