The last addition to this until next week. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1:

"Come on Harry, we need to find a compartment." Ginny was tugging Harry towards the train, but finding a compartment was the last thing on his mind, being dragged around by Ginny was the last thing he wanted right now. He needed to find Hermione; he needed to talk to her about this morning. When he walked in she was crying, sobbing in her bed he tried to comfort her, to hug her, but she wouldn't let him; she pushed Harry away and she hasn't spoken to him since. Hermione was always so strong never let anything get to her and to see her so vulnerable even worse than when Ron left them, scared him. If she couldn't get through this, how was he supposed to?

Harry spotted her a little ways in the crowd, slightly trailing Ron, head down. He mumbled some cockamamie excuse to Ginny before slipping away towards Hermione. He pushed through the crowd, past Ron, who looked at him as if he was mental for moving away from the train, straight to Hermione. He stepped in front of her. "Hermione-" She tried to step around him, but he wouldn't let her. He grabbed her arms stopping her. "You can't avoid me forever."

She sighed, "I'm fine, completely fine. What you saw this morning was nothing, just forget about it."

She moved to step around him, but once again he stopped her, "You and I both know it's not just nothing." He stepped closer to her and cupped her face in his hands, "You know I'm here for you, right?" Hermione smiled weakly. He pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. He wanted to help her however he could; after all she's done for him over the years it was long overdue. He pulled back with a small smile, "Let's get on the train." Harry pulled completely away from her and went to turn back towards the train, but stopped short by the gray eyes staring at them. It was Draco Malfoy. He was standing a little ways from the two friends staring blankly at them. He gave the two a slow nod. In the midst of his shock Harry barely managed a nod in return. "Come on Hermione, let's go." Harry tugged slightly on her arm, pulling them both away from the blond Slytherin.

Harry sat alone in the Gryffindor common room later that night. Harry loved the quiet and the sound of Ron's snoring enveloping the dorms was nowhere near quiet. There was one thing he didn't like about the quiet, the overwhelming thoughts plaguing his mind. His mind would never shut up, if it wasn't one thing it was another; he hated it.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Harry turned to the voice at the stairs, Hermione, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She smiled softly and walked slowly towards him. He gestured towards his lap as Hermione lingered in front of the one-person chair he was sitting on. She gingerly sat down, curling into him, wrapping the blanket around both of them. This seemed to be a usual thing for them lately, but right then in that moment it was different. There was something much more intimate about this moment; maybe it was the stillness of a quiet night or the dim light from the roaring fire place, but it was different.

Harry held her silently; he loved these little moments when it was just the two of them. "I'm sorry for how I acted this morning." Hermione mumbled into his shoulder. He said nothing but held her tighter; there was nothing to forgive her for and he knew she knew it.

It was early the next morning when the conversation of Draco Malfoy came up. The Golden Trio including Ginny was sitting at the Gryffindor table when Ron brought him up. "Hopefully we won't have to deal with Malfoy this year." Ginny agreed silently.

Harry could see from the look on Hermione's face she, as well as he, was remembering the encounter on Platform 9 ¾. Her gaze flickered to him before moving to the Slytherin table. Malfoy was sitting there alone, an outcast in his own house. The rest of the Slytherin seemed to avoid him as much as possible, even Blaise Zabini seemed to be avoiding him. He was completely isolated. Harry looked back at Hermione, her eyebrows furrowed. She was confused, possibly even worried about Malfoy. Harry nudged her foot with his; she smiled slightly and tapped his foot in return.

He turned his gaze back to the Slytherin table and right to Malfoy's stare. Malfoy's eyes flickered towards the Great Hall doors and back at him. Harry looked at him, eyes curious; did Malfoy want to talk to him outside? What could he want? Harry's eyes flickered towards his friends chatting away, before looking back at Malfoy. He got up one last glance at Harry before walking out the door. Harry mumbled his goodbyes and followed behind him. Harry followed behind Malfoy until they were away from the rest of the school in the Great Hall.

"Potter." Malfoy stated once they stopped, his tone was soft but stern

"Malfoy." There was a silence between the two boys. Malfoy looked different; his stature was strong but relaxed, his eyes were tired, but lighter. He looked overall lighter, happier. "What do you want?"

"A truce."

Harry raised an eyebrow at him in question, "A truce?"

"A truce." Malfoy sighed, his shoulders dropping, "I did a lot of things over the years that I'm not proud of," Harry stayed silent, "Nothing could fix those things, but I figured this is an okay place to start."

"A truce?" Harry repeated once again, "With me?" He couldn't believe it; Draco Malfoy wanted a truce with him.

"And others, I just thought you might be one of the few willing to listen."

Harry stared at Malfoy, his eyes raked over him. He looked sincere, apologetic even, but Harry wasn't sure. How could he trust him after all these years? After all the pain he caused, not only to him, but to his friends as well, could he really think about putting what happened in the past, in the past? Yes. Draco was a git, there was no doubt about it, but even in the height of the war he helped him. Harry was absolutely sure he was in for it, there was no way Draco Malfoy would help him from the goodness in his heart. Yet, he did, he lied, he knew it was Harry's face under that disguise, still he protected him. In the long run it didn't matter, but that was still something he never thought would happen.

Harry held his hand out to him, "Okay, truce."

Malfoy grasped his hand; a smile graced his features, "Thank you, Potter." He squeezed his hand once more before letting go and walking away from him, down the hall.

"It's Harry now!" Harry yelled at his retreating back.

Malfoy turned around, the classic Malfoy smirk on his lips, "See you later, Potter."

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