Author's Notes: Thank you for the reviews. I update randomly. It may be two days... two weeks... two months... I don't know, whenever. I don't give a damn. As long as I updated right?

And oh, this story most likely won't be in canon. I'm such a lazy bum to check to make sure my facts are accurate.

Chapter Two- Disclosure

The train ride to Hogwarts bored me to death. Honestly, one would think my companion (Granger) would be some sort of distraction... humor... torture device... ANYTHING to keep me occupied! But no, of course not, for some barbaric reason, she was extremely engrossed in her book. (One Hundred Ways To Torture Your Enemy.) Even when I announced that Harry and Ron were shagging in the compartment next door to half of the train, she did not bother to even look at me! How dare she ignore me! No one ignores me! (Ranting of Draco Malfoy is inserted here.) And so it was. I sat on my side of the compartment, being bored as hell and no one to torture. Even the merciless torturing of the younger students did not brighten my foul mood.

Daria had managed to find out where the Heads' compartment was located. (Who was the deceiving piece of shit that told her? Note to self: find that kid and give him/her everlasting agony.) She was constantly banging on the door, begging for companionship with her favorite nephew, or so she says.

"Aren't you going to get that?" Granger had finally asked me, still not tearing her eyes from her precious book. She was referring to the loud knocking on the door caused by the one and only, Aunt Daria.

"Woman, do you want to get murdered?" I replied, looking uneasily as the door vibrated and seemed to collapse any second under her tremendous pounding. "I'm not going to let that thing in."

Granger calmly placed her book down on her lap and closed it, her eyes refusing to meet mine. Standing up, she inserted her book into her bag and said matter-of-factly, "Humans are live, breathing Homo-sapiens. They are not things."

"There are exceptions." I exclaimed, pointing at the door. "This, being one of them!"

The Gryffindor rolled her eyes and walked to the door.

"Hey—What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I'm opening the door, what else?" She answered sardonically. "And stop using such vulgarity."

"Granger, you're not my mother. I had enough of her."

"You probably don't even know who is outside." She turned the doorknob."

"Granger..." I warned, edging towards the open window. If that crazy coot barges in, I'm taking my broom and jumping out the window. "Do not precede any further... That's not a good idea."

She waved me off, refusing to believe that there was actually a dangerous monster on the other side of the door. When the click of the lock was heard opened, the door flung open and Granger screamed in shock as a bright blur rushed pass her. Already, I had grabbed my broom and on the verge of jumping out the window when that thing had grabbed me.

"Draco-Waco, you weren't thinking of escaping, were you?"

"No Aunt Daria, I was just trying to get some fresh air." I lied, trying to wring free from her vicious grip.

Granger had ceased her screaming. "Draco-Waco?" She gaped astonishingly.

"A word to anyone, Granger," I growled. "I'll personally hunt you down."

"Oh!" Daria had released me. She turned to face Granger who jumped at least two feet in the air from the horrendous sighting of my unbearable aunt. "Granger?"

"Yes, that's me." Granger smiled nervously. "Hermione Granger, madam."

"Oh!" gasped Daria. "So you're that muggleborn that Draco-Waco here keeps blabbering on about."

The Gryffindor raised a curious eyebrow. "Does he now?"

"Don't be flattered." I scoffed. "They were never compliments."

"How you hurt me so." She mocked.

"Puppy love! Aw, how adorable!" Daria squealed excitedly. "Reminds me of my days when I was young."

One cannot imagine that horror displayed on both of your faces. It was evident that our feelings were mutual. Granger and I loathe each other. Not this "l" word, "love", or even this one, "like", but the other one, "loathe". Daria better brush up on her vocabulary; she had gotten her verbs mixed up. There is an immense difference.

"Madam, what a horrible thing to say!" Granger exclaimed.

"For once, Granger is correct." I agreed.

Granger shot me a look of pure venom. "Shut up Malfoy."

"How is it horrible?" Daria appeared to be baffled. "Usually, when two kids fight like this," she pointed out. "They really like each other. You know, like married couples."

I glanced at Granger; she looked like she just swallowed her own vomit. It was utterly disgusting.

"I believe, you're wrong, madam." Granger grimed. "Malfoy and I... are not in the best of terms."

"Is Draco-Waco treating you bad?" Daria cooed, pinching my cheeks. "You're such a bad boy, shame on you."

One did not have to have perfect vision to see that Granger was obviously trying to suppress her laughter. Her cheeks were ever growing so big from laughs she kept inside. Her mousy complexion was turning redder by the second. Okay, I told myself. I have two hands; one can be for Granger's neck, and the other one could be for Daria's.

"Aunt Daria." I gritted, trying with absolute difficulty not to relinquish my anger. "Let. Go. Of. My. Cheek. Now."

"It's so funny pinching your cheek; you're so adorable!"

I took a deep breath. By now, Granger has a brilliant blue complexion. Family, your aunt, your kindred... family... do not hit female family members... I kept repeating in my mind. Family... Family...

"Stop. It."

"Oh fine." Daria said disappointedly.

"Y-You're Malfoy's aunt?" Granger wheezed.

"Yes, Draco hasn't told you?"

Granger shook her head, smirking. "I'm afraid he has not."

Daria pouted, perhaps thinking that she looked awfully cute, but in reality, it looked extremely... wrong. Honestly, the dear woman is centuries old, probably older than Dumbledore himself and everyone knows the old coot is ancient, yet it still flummoxed me that this witch can absolutely, positively thinks that she can act like she was seventeen?

"Draco, I'm hurt. I thought I told you to tell all your friends I'm coming."

"Aunt Daria, why in the blazing hell would I do such a thing? Really, woman, I was hoping no one would notice that we are related." I spat angrily. "You need to stop poking your nose in my damn life."

Daria's shocked eyes narrowed her eyes until they became leering slits. "Such a insolent nephew." She stomped her foot angrily and trudged out the door.

I dropped down to the train seats and sighed heavily. "Granger," I drawled, closing my eyes. "Don't you ever listen? I told you not to open the door for that."

"Actually," I heard Granger said. "I thought she was rather... amusing, to say the least."

"Amusing? She's hysterically delirious."

"Come on Draco-Waco." Granger said in a babyish tone of voice. My eyes immediately shot open. I quickly grabbed Granger's wrists violently before she had time to react. She let out a squeal of protest.

"Granger," I whispered dangerously. "If you want to survive the remainder of this year, I warn you to keep your mouth shut. I better not hear you call me that ever again."

She nodded slowly. I lightened my grip and she wretched her hands away. "You foul, loathsome piece of pureblooded crap."

I've always known I was a man of good luck, yet the lucky shamrock was not providing me with essential luck that I required. Firstly, after I had gotten off the Hogwarts Express and walked for no more than three steps did the icky Pansy Parkinson had ran up and gave me one of the most suffocating hug I've ever had. The only person with enough density of futility in her brain to ever dared to hug me. One would think a man of my power had the audacity (in fact, which I do) to send her away, but I was overruled by a person with much higher authority than mine. My mother. She wanted me to...(such a vile word)...marry Parkinson when I turned of age, eighteen. Why, that so-called parental figure just ruined my independence. I had major plans to flirt some, get some, and maybe lay back a while. But no, marriage was my mother's plan. Then again, she said I only had to marry that conniving little Slytherin bitch, who had the rule that said I should be committed to her? Ah yes, that would do. Draco Malfoy would definitely get a few mistresses.

The Great Hall looked the same as it did last year, as it did the last seven years that I've been here. Once you seen this repeatedly, the décor does tend to seem plain and uninteresting. The Sorting Ceremony was a bit monotonous, song same as so. I heaved no attention to the first years, but quickly skimmed through the familiar faces of the other students. The female popularity, especially. Few had good transformation over the summer, others a bit plain... some quite... unsightly. I yawned, barely paying attention to anything around me.

While everyone was eating and me, having lost my appetite as soon as I saw Daria walked through those doors, I dreaded that my aunt would make an appearance infront of the whole school and somehow announce that I am her nephew, I feared for the worst. And it did come, quicker than I assumed. Dumbledore had clicked the glass with the fork to gather everyone's attention.

"Teachers, staff, and students. I bid you welcome to this school year and am pleased to announce that there will be a new course for the seventh years."

A wave of groans and complaints washed through the seventh year tables. I had the biggest temptation to slink under the table and hide, but I knew if I did such a thing, my pride would deflate. Therefore, I'm going to remain intrepid and stand my ground whether what ridiculous embarrassing words comes out of Daria's mouth. I held my breath.

"Please welcome, your brand new professor, Ms. Daria Malfoy!" Dumbledore clapped enthusiastically while the teachers glanced uneasily at each other before slowly joining in the clap. I can see so clearly the doubts and concerns in their eyes.

The students were silence, some of the heads turned to me. I scowled at them, daring them to say anything to me. Do they expect me to stand up like a proud nephew and start clapping my arse off? As if! Intimidated by my vicious glare, they turned around and focused on my aunt who had already walked up to the podium. I could tell that Daria was not nervous, as a matter-of-fact, I would think she's fervent about this.

"Hello everyone!" Daria greeted cheerfully. "I'm Professor Malfoy and I'm absolutely thrilled to be here." She paused and viewed her audience. "So many eager faces. The course I will be teaching the seventh years will be..." She waited a couple of seconds, as if trying to build up tension. However, I wholeheartedly doubt that the students would respond positively. "SEX EDUCATION!"

Even though it was partially light outside and the sun hasn't fully set, the crickets were chirping awfully loud. No one moved or made a sound. Daria looked around, eyes twinkling, and beaming cheerfully. She waited for the eruption of claps or cheers. One. Two. Three. Nope, still no noises.

Then the Great Hall exploded.

"Bloody hell! I might actually pass this class—"

"Do you think we get demonstrations—"

"What? You think we get to work with partners of opposite gender—"

"—The hottest guy in school should demonstrate the proper way—"

Wait, that would be me!

"Are they going to show the positions or something in that class—"

"Ew! Disgusting of you!"

"Cause that would be hot!"

I was mortified to hear that the students were thrilled. Excited and curious expressions were scattered all over the Great Hall. The seventh years were enthusiastic to see that one of their school courses might actually be useful, while the younger students, emphasizing the first and second years, were disappointed that the course was years beyond their reach.

"No fair!" Squealed a first year. "We need to be educated too!"

"I bet I know more than the seventh years!" Added in a second year.

Merlin, what are these little munchkins reading these days? Did their parents not teach them any better?

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Silence!"

The chattering ceased. "Now that the...er... course is said, I would like to welcome our Head-Boy and Head-Girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger!"

How cliché. Everyone assumed and many already knew that this would happen. Why couldn't it be Draco Malfoy and (insert other seventh year female name that is not Hermione Granger)? Must they make it so obvious? It's dreadful. I stood up, head up, and pompously walked to the podium, careful not to make any eye contact with my Gryffindor rival. We reached the podium at the same time, and I'm telling you, it was not planned to be that way.

"Please return to your feast." Dumbledore said to everyone, but motioned for us to stay. "I do apologize for keeping you away from your food, but first, I have to say something before my old mind forgets."

He told us to follow him out the Great Hall and we did. Walking with him in private, he spoke, "It has been many years since we had a Gryffindor and Slytherin Heads. I know the palpable rivalry between the two houses," He looked at me and then at Granger. "You both are seventh years and must set an example for the younger students and that means, absolutely, no fighting when in their presence."

I pursed my lips tightly. "Headmaster, you know as well as the whole school does that Granger and I—"

"Yes, yes." The old bat said. "That's why I have concocted this brilliant idea." His eyes twinkled impishly. It's dangerous. "Usually, the Heads would have the luxury of separate common rooms and bedrooms, but—"

"Headmaster!" Granger had caught on quickly to where the coot was heading. "You cannot! Please, you would not want to do that!"

"I feel the same way." I said, suppressing my outburst. "I don't think it's a brilliant idea at all. Granger snoring would affect my sleep."

Granger leered at me, her brown eyes flashing perilously. How sexy.

He chuckled. "Ah-ah." He wiggled his finger playfully. "You did not let me finish. I was just saying that since I know you two aren't the best of terms; I'm going to provide some time for you two to get acquainted to help the school and the students. So, I proposed that you two will share a room, different beds, however for just a short period of time. Living together, perhaps, would give you a better bonding."

Granger's jaw dropped to the ground. She was speechless.

I, on the other hand, had very important matters to say. "ARE YOU CRAZY? LIVING WITH HER? ARE YOU INSANE HEADMASTER! BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS HER IS BAD ENOUGH, BUT TO SHARE A ROOM! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING ANYTHING?"

"Mr. Malfoy, I do not need you to scream your words at me. I can hear you just fine." He adjusted his glasses. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You two cannot accept each other for who you are. I hoping this would change the situation."

"B-but Headmaster," Granger finally regained her voice and stuttered. "Is there an alternative? Malfoy and I—can't we just... like live next door or something? Instead of the same room?"

"No." came his simply reply.

"And how long is this 'short period of time'? I asked, careful to keep the anger out of my voice.

"A month's time." Dumbledore simpered.

"What?" Both Granger and I gasped simultaneously.

"And you are not civilized with each other by then, I'll be adding another month." He smiled and walked back in the direction of the Great Hall. "Professor McGonagall will be with you after the feast to show you to your room." He called.

"I think he fell off his broom during the summer." Granger murmured.

"Hit his head." I said. I looked at Granger. She looked me and we both realized we had the same thought. We just agreed on something!

"Conceited prat!" She screamed.

"Disgusting wench!" Oh yada yada yada. The same old boring remarks.

"Imbecile!"

"Beaver!"

"Ferret!"

Two third years had walked by, shaking their heads disapprovingly.

"I'm glad we're a lot more mature than the seventh years." One said wisely.

"It's a good thing we won't act like them when we grow up." Another added. "That's scary."

The feast was done and over with. I quickly skimmed around the Great Hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of Granger. Perhaps, if I hurry, I might be able to get to the room first and claim the better side of the room; better yet, the whole room and let Granger sleep outside. I saw that she was chatting animatedly with the Weasley girl and sneakily dodged passed her, quickly making my way to the room. I power-walked most of the trip, pushing away the little midgets and made sure that Granger was not following me. For some unfortunate reason, I seemed to have the tendency to have such horrible luck nowadays, for Granger was just right across from me. Her speed matched the same as mine. I took a glance at her and she looked at me and immediately, we both knew what each other's motives were. There is no way in hell, absolutely no way in hell I'm going to share a room with that goody-two shoes, muggle bitch! I quickened my pace and I knew Granger did the same.

I did meet with McGonagall a millisecond after the feast had ended. She had told me where the room was located and probably told Granger the same thing. However, McGonagall also requested that I wait for Granger to finish so we can make the trip to the room together. As if! Promptly after she finished her sentence, I raced out the Great Hall and searched for the room myself. Now I wondered how the hell Granger had caught up to me that quickly, it was only just a few minutes ago, I had seen her talking with that redhead. There was no way she could've seen me. I gave up, shaking my thoughts away and concentrated on beating Granger. Knowing a quicker route to the portrait of the singing Dwarves, I turned around the corner, leaving Granger to take the other hall. I broke into a full throttle run, determined to get there before she does.

I turned other corner and an egoistical smile spread across my lips. The portrait was just a few meters away and I ran faster, fully satisfied that Granger was not to be seen.

"Yes!" I shouted, but somehow, I heard a female voice echoing my word somewhere in the distance, but did not pay attention to it. My mind was focused on the portrait. Alas, my happiness only lasted for mere seconds when I had crashed into another person. I was sprawled on top of the person, arms and legs tangled up.

"Malfoy, you big bloke!" A female's annoying voice filled my ears. And that person I was laying on top of could only be Granger. "You're heavy!"

I untangled my limbs and stood up, brushing off my contaminated robe. "Watch where you're going Granger."

She scolded. "Like you have eyes yourself, Malfoy. You ran into me."

I sneered. "Get out of my way."

She stomped her foot, refusing to move from her spot. "No! This is my room as much as yours!"

"I see you two have made it."

I turned around. McGonagall was looking at us amusedly through her glasses. "I suppose you have the password to get in?"

I looked to the floor, feeling a tad bit sheepish.

"You two shot off like Snitches, you didn't let me tell you." The Professor said. "It's Honey Drops. You're not allowed to change the password without each other's consent."

I cursed under my breath. There goes one of my plans!

She nodded. "Good night, you'll get your timetables tomorrow morning at breakfast."

"Honey drops." Granger said. The portrait swung open and she stepped inside. By now, my mood was foul and I was reluctant to follow. Living a month with Granger and knowing that I would have class with Daria tomorrow, was not something I was looking forward to. Hell has now officially begun.

TBC
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