Ginny's POV~

Do you know what it's like to be constantly be around your worst enemy, against your will?

Thought so.

Anyway, I sat here, working in the library working on my lines. With none other than Draco "Ferret" Malfoy. And even though we hated each other. The awkward silence was killing me. I hate awkward silences.

"So," I started, attempting to start a conversation, "How's it goin' Malfoy?"

He looked at me oddly and went back to his work. I sighed.

"Come on," I coaxed, "talk to me."

"No," he said bluntly not even looking up from his paper.

That prat! My mind screamed.

"C'mon Draco! I want to actually get to know you! Please talk to me?"

He looked at me in shock, "Did you just call me Draco?"

I pondered to myself for a while and answered, "I guess I did. Is that bad?"

"Not really. I was just surprised, and happy," Draco looked away from me and smiled. Wait, Draco Malfoy smiled? What amazes me even more is that I'm the one who caused it.

"You should smile like that more," I commented, "It suits you better than that awful smirk you always put on."

"Thanks, Weas- I mean Ginny," he corrected, flashing me his smile once again. I smiled along with him. Okay, maybe he is not such a bad guy after all.

"The course of true love never did run smooth," Draco mused, saying the words softly, "I'm starting to like this play, Lysander is a pretty astonishing character, he is." He looked at the script again and ran a hand through his hair. I looked on at him in astonishment.

"I never knew Malfoys were sensible!" I half-whispered in the library, not wanting to get in trouble with Pince.

He smirked at me, "Do you actually fall for the facade that I put up with every year Ginny? I never knew Weasleys were so idiotic, well, you're brother is proof of idiocy enough. I will do things to amaze people this year, because now that I am free of my father, I can be the person that I want to be," he ended with his hands behind his head and leaning in his chair.

"And I wish you luck on that, Draco," I said, smiling once at him.

"My first order of business is apologizing to Granger, I reckon I did hurt her once or twice."

"Several times really."

"Shut it," he said playfully.

Hermione's POV~

Harry and I sat in the Room of Requirement, writing, re-writing, practicing, joking around, doing things that kids our age do now. Even though I don't like to admit it, it felt nice. Now that I was free of night after night of helping Harry stop evil, I can finally unwind. There was one thing on my mind though.

The thought of what would happen in the future scared me. Would I lose my best friends? I looked over at Harry, who was writing. I smiled sadly. Of course he would move on, after all, he doesn't really need me anymore.

"Is there something wrong, Hermione," Harry asked, looking puzzled.

"What do you think is going to happen once we leave Hogwarts?"

Harry's POV~

"What do you think is going to happen once we leave Hogwarts?"

Wait, What?

"Umm.." Damn, I'm stuttering, "I-I don't know."

"Do you think we will all still be friends after this?" she asks, looking intently at me. Signs that I'm cracking under her gaze are starting to show.

"I don't know. Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

She laughs at my antics, then shrugs, "Just curious that's all."

"Usually Ron and I are the ones who distract ourselves from work 'Mione."

She laughs again, "Well, after seven years you guys are finally rubbing off on me," Hermione smiles. It feels as though she is the center of light in the room. She can do that, she just doesn't know it.