A/N: Okay. So, this is rated Mature not really because it's going to be sexy. It's because I'm expecting people to be mature about the pairing. And to trust me. This will be fun. Maybe a little creepy, but it'll work. It's a warning. In case you missed it, this is DRACO/ROSE. Yes, Draco is a lot older than her. I know. Snape's a lot older than Hermione and there are plently of those. So, since everyone is over eighteen… we're going to be mature. And trust me.

You'll like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be J. K. Rowling. And if I was her, I'd have better things to do than right silly pairings of Harry Potter fanfiction. Like spending all the money that she has. That I don't have. Because I am not her and I don't know Harry Potter. Follow?

Chapter 1: Introductions

I was called into meeting with the Headmistress for what seemed like the hundredth time this year. It wasn't a secret she didn't agree with the way I taught my class. I was used to it. Personally, I thought it might be because I was the only previous Slytherin on staff. But there was no proving it.

Also, it might be because I helped murder one of the previous headmasters.

But maybe not. Maybe she was just a stickler for rules or something. In any case, I had no idea why I was being called there today.

As the swirling spiral staircase moved me up to her door, I wracked my brain, trying to figure out why I was here this time. Did I tell one of my students to go to hell? I don't think so. Did I tell a First Year that they were probably a squib? Not recently. Did I put a full body bind on Longbottom?

That must be it. I did do that not too long ago.

I knocked on the door. "Come in."

Professor Adam's office was much less cluttered than Dumbledore's, or even McGonagal's had been. It was obscenely organized, everything alphabetical, everything perfectly aligned. Even the hair on her head seemed magicked into place. It probably was. But it was sickening.

However today, something was out of place. It was a girl sitting at the chair across from desk, looking over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were wide with a mild curiosity. But she looked familiar… where did I know her from?

"Professor Malfoy," she said her voice brisk and clipped. "I have been waiting for you for almost fifteen minutes. Where have you been?"

"Sorry, Professor. I was teaching. I believe you pay me for that," I responded, absent mindedly. She wouldn't blink at my sarcasm, she hadn't since I started working here five years ago.

But who was this girl. She looked too old to be a student. But way to young to have gone to school with me. Actually, she looked to be about Scorpius's age. Maybe…

"Of course. I knew you were paid for something. Please have a seat."

I sat, still looking at the new addition to the office. What was it? Brown hair. Green eyes. A slight dusting of freckles. I know I had seen her.

"As you are probably aware, some of the staff has difficulty with how you teach your classes, Professor Malfoy. More specifically, how you relate to your students and to your collegues."

"Yes, I know." I rolled my eyes away from the young woman to look at Professor Adams. This might actually be important.

"Well, this bright young woman here just applied for a job at the school."

I raised my eyebrows. "I didn't realize we let infants teach at this school. I assume she will be replacing me?" I shot the young girl another look. She met my gaze, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"One day, perhaps. But not today. As you noticed, she is a little on the young side. But people grow older. Eventually. But not yet. She will be assisting you, however, with your day-to-day tasks. Perhaps she can teach you some… what's the word… people skills?"

"I very much doubt it, Professor," I said, rolling my eyes. "Are you going to introduce us? Because it is a little rude that you have not yet told me her name."

She smirked. "I apologize, Professor Malfoy. I must say, I was being a little dramatic. I think you have probably heard the name before, but this will be Professor Weasley."

My head whipped around, staring at the now smirking face. The light freckles, much lighter than those Weasels that were at school with me. And brown hair, for crying out loud. But no…

"Rose Weasley," she said, extending her hand. And I would recognize that obnoxious, know-it-all voice anywhere.

"Granger's daughter," I said in awe.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Hermione Granger is my mother. Ron Weasley is my father, in case you were curious."

"I know," I said, remembering hearing about the happy couple. I saw them sometimes in Diagon Alley, and at King's Cross when we were dropping off our children. And one of their children was…

I realized her hand was still extended. "I'm Draco Malfoy," I said, taking her hand, trying not to think about how she had been created by two people I despised more than anything. Well, maybe not more than Potter. But I still hated them.

She smirked at me, the smirk I used to see on Weasley's face. "I know."

"Wonderful," Professor Adams said. I hoped my face didn't show her how much this bothered me. She probably knew. She did this to me on purpose. "Professor Weasley will start today. Why don't you show her around?"

I bit my tongue. "Nothing would make me happier."

A/N: See, it's not even icky yet. You guys are fine. It's going to be awesome. Trust me. Next chapter coming soon.

If you're going to flame, please don't flame me about the pairing. It would just make you look silly.