Velvet: So, we last left off with a truce between Draco and Hermione, right? I hope so, since that's where i'm going from XD so lets get started!

Lucius: VELVET!

Velvet: ... Uh oh. RUN! *runs away from Lucius with Draco*

I went back to the slytherin common room, and was greeted by a not too happy Pansy. She looked as if she had cried for a while, her eyes were red. I took my wand out and pointed it at her.

"What are you doing? Don't point that at me!" I sighed and mumbled a spell. "What did you just do!" I sighed yet again.

"Your face was a mess, I covered it up." Her face went from anger, to relief.

"Oh." Uh huh. I walked past her, and up to my dorm, and just laid on my bed. All I could think about was earlier. This truce was going to be the death of me. I felt myself start to nod off. All I saw was my fathers face, beating me, because of Hermione. Like I said, this truce was going to be the death of me.

"Draco!" I sat bolt upright. I was face to face with Pansy. Dear god, why?

"What the-"

"It's time for dinner!" I relaxed a bit. The way she was yelling, you'd think the minister had appointed himself headmaster.

"Not hungry." I tried my best to smile, but it didn't work. She seemed to see through my lie, and dragged me off to the great hall.

A.N. Remember it only works on boys going up to the girls, not the other way around :)

"Draco?" Hermione was staring at me. Who could blame her? I was in a pretty awkward position, and I wouldn't blame anyone for staring. Although, I wasn't glad she was, and I sure hoped no one else was seeing me like this. It was embarrassing.

"I know this must be fun to see, Hermione, but please stop staring." She didn't stop. I sighed, and glared at Pansy. "Let go of me!" She let go of her grip on my arm, and I fell on the ground, and just managed to keep my head from hitting the floor, but my bottom hurt. "Ouch." She looked at me and shrugged, before making her way in to the Great Hall. I then turned to face Hermione. "If you have something to say, I suggest you say it."

"Why was she dragging you to the great hall?" Well if she really wants to know...

"I told her I wasn't hungry, and she wants me to eat I guess." I shrugged, as if to make prove my point. She just nodded. Nodded? Really? I sighed.

"You do look pretty thin Draco." I looked down at myself. She bent down closer, and acted as if she was examining me. "In fact, I think I see your ribs." I could tell the last one was an exaggeration... but was I really that thin? "You should eat more. Try some dessert too. I think a whole cake ought to do it." She giggled at her last comment before going inside. I picked myself up off the ground, and made my way in. I sat down across from Pansy, and started to eat a little, thinking about what Hermione had told me. Unfortunately, my stomach felt like it had shrunk, and it didn't take much for me to feel full.

"Draco?" I looked up at Blaise. "Why is Professor Snape staring at you?" I was utterly confused. Snape never stared at meals before, why now? I looked up at Snape, and he practically bore holes in my skull, the way he was staring. Glaring back would be weird so I turned away, but I could feel him staring. I got up and left before dessert came out and headed for the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, pondering over what Hermione had said. Was I really that thin? I lifted my shirt. I didn't see anything wrong with myself, but... was that just me? Was I really that blind about myself?

"Bloody hell, what's wrong with me?" I put my elbows on the sides of the sink, and put my face in my hands. I stayed like that for about two minutes before looking up again. I reached down and splashed cold water on my face. What was wrong with me? I went over to a stall, and sat down, lifting my sleeves, and tracing the bruises my father had made. I dug through my bag, and pulled out the small knife used in potions. I looked at it, remembering something I had seen in a magazine or something. It mentioned something called cutting. I could hardly believe that would help, at the time. Now, I was seriously considering it, when the knife flew out of my hand. "Hey!" I got up, gathered my things, and left the stall, looking for the person who had taken it. I ended up looking at Professor Snape. "Aw bloody hell."

"Mister Malfoy, might I ask what you are using this for in the boy's lavatory?" I gulped, I needed to come up with a good excuse, fast. When I realized something. The stall door was closed. He couldn't have known to take it if he didn't know that I had it. Which means he already knew, but how? I spent a good amount of time thinking about it, and completely forgot the question. "Mister Malfoy?" I looked up. Oh yeah...

"Sir, why are you asking if you already know? The stall door was closed, and locked. If you didn't already know, then why do you have my potions knife in your hand?" I smirked evilly. His face fell.

"Come with me." I followed him out the door, and in to his office. Oh boy, i'm here again. Then I noticed Hermione in one of his chairs.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?" I was in shock. What was going on here?

"Since when are you two on a first name basis?" Snape was looking from me, to Hermione, then back at me.

"This morning." Was that a planned response? I mean did she actually know that question was coming? That answer was out before I could open my mouth! I looked at the two of them before asking again.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" She looked at me, her eyes full of worry. What the bloody hell is wrong with everybody? Why can't they just leave me alone?

"Draco, I was worried. I watched you leave and sent a message to Professor Snape. He assumed you'd be in the bathroom, and told me the password to his office so I could wait here." Password? He's never spoken a password, nor has he sent me away to speak it. I was confused, and shot a look at my Professor.

"It only asks students. It recognizes me, and lets me in without a password unless I tell it otherwise." That, shockingly, made sense to me. "Now, about the knife..."

"A knife!" The shriek came from Hermione. She stood up, knocking over the chair in the process and spoke again. "A knife Draco?" The look on her face was one of pure horror. "What were you going to do?" I opened my mouth to speak. She shook her head. "Nevermind, don't answer that. I'm fairly certain I know exactly what." I noticed she was fidgeting with her sleeve. She saw me and stopped instantly but it was too late. "Yes Draco. I know what you're thinking and... yes. But it was a while ago." Snape was looking at her oddly. I nodded at Hermione.

"Hermione, Professor Snape, I swear, I was only thinking about it. Even if I had tried, I probably would have stopped myself." I gave Professor Snape a look that was trying it's hardest to thank him. "Professor Snape stopped me from attempting even if i'd wanted to anyways." I don't know how, but I smiled at Hermione and Professor Snape. I felt a look of shock wash over my face a minute later though, and sat down.

"Draco, what was-" I cut her off to explain.

"I was in the Hospital, and my father came in." Hearing that they gasped. "Yes, I know I know, Lucius Malfoy visits his son, shocker, can I continue?" They both nodded apologetically. "Thank you. I... called him a bastard... and he came over and slapped me across the face before he left. Ever since that day I haven't been able to smile, laugh, or cry. Even emotion is difficult now." I couldn't believe what just came out of my mouth. I also couldn't believe what happened next, but I swear on my wand it's true, Hermione came over and hugged me.

"Draco, if I had known... I wouldn't have been so awful to you." I chuckled. Yet another thing that I did today that shocked me. In fact Hermione pulled back the second she'd heard me.

"Don't you think it was more the other way around?" She thought for a moment, and laughed too."

"I guess you're right." After that Professor Snape escorted us from his office. After we were a ways down the hall I spoke.

"By the way..." She looked at me as if to ask what I was talking about. "How did you send Professor Snape a message that fast?" She looked at me and smiled.

"Paper airplane of course." She giggled more furiously. "It hit him on the forehead." I laughed quietly with her as we made our way to the separating point to the common rooms. "G'night."

"Night Hermione."

Velvet: Alrighty then! Oh, I hope this looks long. You know what sucks? This is the fourth page of this story and it probably won't look that long at all. :(

Draco: Save the chit chat for later! We've gotta BOOK IT! *Runs of with me in some random direction.*

Velvet: Please review by the way, I have almost 600 hits and only 13 reviews and it kinda sucks. Thanks! Bye!