Author's Note: I don't have any.
Chapter Four- Disturbed Discovery
You're one sexy-ass Slytherin. The image looked back at me unblinkingly. Then it blinked as I did. Merlin, how did God create something so devilishly handsome? My, my, he has such extraordinary talents.
I looked closer into the mirror. My atrocious bump was gone. Thank god. That thing ruined my beautiful face. It was horrendous, swelling, bruised, and red. That thing was so unsightly.
Today I am dressed in black robes, the emblem of a green snake stitched over my breast pocket. Simple, yet oh-so-sophisticated.
There are things that one should notice about Draco Malfoy. One, people should noticed how gracefully my hair moves whenever I make the slightest gesture, how the blonde strands fall elegantly across my face in a way that no other male can achieve; two, the smooth movements of my limbs whenever I move so suavely walking down the corridors of this inferior school. Three, how incredulously sexy I look when the patented Malfoy smirk cross my face. Four—well, you get the idea. I have a story to tell and the list is much too long to continue.
Damn, I can stare at myself all day long and I would not get bored.
I took a quick glance at the clock. Five minutes until class. I have Daria's class since it was Wednesday. Blasted hell.
Deciding that I was finally the epitome of perfect, I walked out of my room. Granger had left half an hour ago. That bushy bookworm would rather ride a broom than be late for class and Merlin knows how much she despises flying. However, I could not stop a trail of thoughts that followed after that. I bet Granger would be riding a lot of things.
Not a second after I headed towards the portrait hole, a loud screeched made me stop in my tracks. I turned around, wondering what the hell it could be. A tawny owl was screeching and tapping the window. I let the owl in and it held its leg out to me. I took the rolled parchment and fanned it out. Mother's elegant script greeted my eyes.
Draco,
Aunt Daria has unpleasantly informed me that you have been treating her with uttermost disrespect lately. Now I know she is a bit on the kooky side,
A bit on the kooky side is an understatement. I thought. That woman is mad! She should be locked up!
But she is your aunt after all; so don't treat her so harshly. I heard from Daria that the class loves her and her class. She is not so bad; do give her a chance, Draco.
Let me not hear any more horrible things about you or I would not be happy, Draco. Don't tarnish the Malfoy name.
Also, I reconsidered your marriage with Pansy. Although I would really like it if you marry her once school ends and how it would please me, but I understand if you wouldn't want to. Perhaps the gorgeous Blaise Zabini would suit your fancy? If not, then I do not know what to do with you Draco. That is... Unless men is your preference? If that is true, then I will bite back my tongue and support your decision. It would break my heart not to have a grandchild, but I'll survive.
If men fulfill your lust, then I hope you find the right guy.
I nearly choked after I read the last sentence. She did not! If men fulfill your lust, then I hope you find the right guy. What! Is mother deranged? My eyes popped out of its sockets and I stared unbelievingly at the paper in my hands.
If men fulfill your lust, then I hope you find the right guy.
Yet, it is contradicting since I heard that you were wonderful with girls. This brings back some light into my eyes. Maybe I will be able to have grandchildren after all. I just the hope your wife does not get jealous by your husband. That would be a frightful sight.
Remember to do well in school.
A slightly happy mother,
Narcissa Malfoy
I was completely speechless. My mouth hung wide open, practically touching the floor, just waiting for something to fly in. The shock must have had delayed my nerves because my brain could not fully register what mother just implied. The only sound that flowed through my ears was the loud ticking of the grandfather clock. I must have stood there for a good five minutes, looking like a fuckin' bloody idiot before the wheels of my brain started to turn again.
After I regained from my shock, I grabbed a quill from a desk and scribbled furiously on a clean parchment, angry, maddening thoughts spilling onto the paper.
Mother,
How dare you insinuate that I like men? What gave you that inane idea? Are you mad? I do not like men! And I hope you know, I love women, ladies, girls...the female species!
Also, I will not marry Pansy and heaven forbid, I would not even think of marrying Zabini. Why must you set me up with these crazy women?
Draco
P.S. Daria is driving me crazy. I want her to stop!
I rolled up the parchment and slipped it into the loop tied around the owl's feet. I sighed, realizing that I was surrounded by delirious women. Daria... Zabini... Pansy... Granger... even my Mother! I know women just constantly flock to my feet and swoon whenever they see me, but honestly, they are driving me into the peak of lunacy.
A quick look at the clock told me that I was fifteen minutes late to Daria's class, but I did not care. The less time I spend in that class, the better it is for my sanity.
"No! You can't make me go in there!" My hands grasped for the sides of the doorway, fastening my grip tightly. "I swear, Zabini, I'll kill you!"
"Malfoy, you big baby!" Zabini grunted as she tried to pull me into the classroom of my impish aunt. "You have to go in there!"
"I. Am. Not. Going. To. That. Cursed. Class." Zabini and Goyle, unfortunately, countered me, after they noticed that I was not present when half an hour went into the class. Daria, being her ridiculous self, ordered them to come drag me into class and there was no way in hell I would let them do that.
The whole class sniggered as they watched the image of Draco Malfoy being dragged into class. It must amuse them so. I pushed everyone off me and angrily took a seat next to Crabbe who grunted as a greeting. I ignored him.
"Nice of you to join us, Draco." Daria said, smiling.
My reply to her must of sounded something of a snarl.
"Come on everyone, pair up!" Daria clapped her hands and motioned for everyone to get moving.
I leaned back into my chair, determined not to follow her orders as I crossed my arms arrogantly.
"Draco, get moving!" said Daria. "Go find yourself a partner. We're doing a really fun and interesting experiment, I don't want you to miss out on it."
"I'll be glad not to participate, Daria."
She grabbed onto my arms and pulled me out of the chair. "Stop being such a stubborn boy. What did your mother tell you?"
I succumbed to her ridiculous ways. The more I resisted, the more she was going to embarrass the hell out of me. Perhaps it was better if I just did what she ask as long as it does not degrade my dignity and pride.
"Draco," Daria said. "Since you're late to class and have missed the instructions and topic, I'll pair you up with someone who was here and has been paying attention."
"I'll be glad to assist, Daria." A female voice volunteered.
I was appalledby the sound of the voice. "I would not like to work with Zabini."
"Why not?" She asked, frowning.
"Because I don't like you." I wrenched my nose with disgust.
"I'm hurt."
"Tell me when I care."
"Actually," Daria said. "I have someone else in mind. Miss Granger, please come here."
The look of revelation upon my face was worse than the one before. Even working with Zabini was better than being stuck with Granger! "Daria, now that you mention it, Zabini wouldn't be too bad."
"No, Miss Granger will be a good partner for you."
"Daria-"
"Draco, just because I'm your aunt, that doesn't mean I'll give you special treatment! Now listen to me or I'll have to fail you for this semester!"
I froze. The class was dead silent. Biting back my tongue and gritting my teeth, I headed towards Granger's table where she was helping Potter.
"Mr. Potter, you'll be working with Miss Zabini."
I sniggered at the look on Potter's face. It seems like we're both working with people we don't like. Granger frowned as I took a seat across from her. "Malfoy, you know I don't like you and I know you don't like me. Now, I want to get a good grade, so let's just call it truce." She held her hand out to me.
I sneered and looked at it as if it were the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my entire life. "No."
"What?"
"I said no. I'm not calling it truce."
Granger's nostrils flared and I could almost see the smoke billowing out of her nose. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. "Malfoy, if you can't call truce, then you might as well have a failing grade."
I lingeringly held out my hand. "What happens in here stays in here, the truce does not exempt anything outside this classroom."
"That's perfectly fine with me." Granger took my hand and we shook, although the shake was rather forceful.
"Today, we're discussing the female body." Daria declared. "I thought since the ratio of girls to boys in this class is fairly equal, you're all paired up with the opposite gender to help better your learning experience." She turned to her board. "You must all know by now that I like to try different approaches to learning. They might seem weird, but I tell you, they're awfully effective. Now on the board is a list of terms regarding the female reproductive systems along with their meanings. I want you to copy them down."
She reached under her desk and pulled out a box. I craned my neck to see the contents inside. They were all wands, same color and sizes.
"These were created for a specific purpose upon my request. They can only do one thing and they would not be able to perform other magic if you ever think about using them for something else." Daria said. "With your partners, you will magically go through and see the process in which a female has her menstruation and the path in which an egg cell travels. Don't worry girls, you'll have your chance at the boys on Friday."
Daria handed every group a wand. "This spell will only work with this type of wand, so I warn you not to go trying it on your own wand. Say Femia Impetremus loud and clearly!"
"Femia Impetremus" chorused the room.
A bright flash shone in the room and it gradually dimmed down. A holographic image of the female reproductive system appeared before my eyes. Thus, began the long and interesting discussion of how the egg cells were produced in the ovaries... traveling in this tube... then... goes to the uterus... and involves blood...
I looked at Granger, noticing how she was fully concentrated on the image. Is this what females go through every month? Even Granger? Times like this when I'm thrilled to be male.
Class was incredibly short for me, considering that I was at least half an hour late. The loud chattering and cacophony of students in the hallway told me that it was time to leave and I was never happier. I shot from my chair and was a mere feet from the doorway when Daria's voice stopped me.
"The partners you have today will be your partners for the rest of the semester."
Nooooooooooo! Granger for three months! Must I be with her more than I have?
I turned on my heels and marched back to Daria. "Daria."
"Yes, Draco?" The devious witch looked at me innocently. "How can I help you?"
"I must request that you do not put me and Granger together for the rest of this semester."
"But you two work so well together!"
"I couldn't careless. I don't like her, she don't like me."
"Well, if you work together and get to know her, then, maybe you'll like her."
"Somehow, I really doubt that."
"I can't do anything about that now."
My eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
"The wand only recognizes yours and Miss Granger's magic. Without it, you cannot do work in this classroom and I don't have any spare ones. I'm truly sorry."
Nearly on the verge of throwing a tantrum, I stormed out of the classroom, beating the bloody pulp out of anyone who even dares to look at me the wrong way.
Behind me, I did not hear the little conversation Zabini and Daria had after I left.
"The wand only works with Malfoy's and Granger's magic?" asked Zabini.
Daria nodded. "Yes, the wand only works with the first magical source they are introduced to."
"And you really don't have any more spare wands? I was hoping to ask you for one to send to my brother. He never did know about these stuff." Zabini said.
"Actually dear, I have a whole box left. How many would you like?"
"I can't believe I have to spend my night patrolling... of all people... you!"
"Shut up Malfoy. It's not like I enjoy your horrible company either."
"It's bad enough I have you as my partner for the rest of the semester, staying in the same room as you... seeing you every damn day... Can my life get any worse?"
My ramblings went on and on... I figured that Granger stopped listening to me a long time ago.
"You hate me that much?" Granger asked. Her voice was barely audible and she choked on her words, as if she was trying to stop herself from crying.
I was lost for words. Did I hate Granger that much? Did I? All the years of hating Muggles and mudbloods from the constant pouring of my father filled me. "Yes, I hate you that much Granger."
She did not say anything else and I knew she was hurt. I mentally kicked myself for having a conscience and it was making me feel horrible for hurting her. We continued our patrol in a dreary silence.
The thick, invisible wall of silence between Granger and me was inevitable. I refused to speak to her and she, I. After all, why should I? Even though I hurt her, she had it coming. I tried to rationalize myself. I could be sleeping right now or somewhere snogging with a hot girl instead of being with this unruly, barely passing for female, person... thing.
We were walking, I was on one side of the corridor and she was on the other. Suddenly, I heard hushed whispers.
Breaking the gorge of silence, I said softly, "You heard that Granger?"
She stopped and listened carefully. "Where is that coming from?"
Tip toeing; we went in search of the voices. "It's coming from in here." I motioned for Granger to come closer to a classroom door.
I pressed my ears against the cold surface of the door and strained to hear the noises inside.
"Malfoy," Granger hissed. "We shouldn't be eavesdropping! Let's just confront whoever it is and get on our way."
"Oh shut up, Granger. You're never any fun."
Surprisingly, Granger stopped protesting and did something that I did not expect from her. She leaned in the door and listened. I was surprised. Was I a bad influence on Granger? Bloody wonderful.
"Why do you have to lubricate it?" asked a male voice.
"That sounds like Ron." Granger whispered, horrified as her face distorted in dismay.
"Because while we're doing this, it'll keep it smooth and we won't have any problems."
"And that sounded like Potter." I added, also shocked. Granger and I looked at each other with the same expression. Immediately, we pressed our ears closer to the door and made sure we did not miss a single word.
"Well make sure it's well lubricated then." said Weasley firmly.
"Trust me, I done this many times before." came Potter's reassuring voice.
"You know, Harry... This is the first time I ever done this."
"Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a little bit and then you get use to it."
"I hope so."
"You ready? Take off your shirt."
Granger gasped and I quickly clasped my hand over her mouth. "Be quiet! They'll hear us!"
She attempted to say something but my hand muffled her voice. I slowly removed my hand, but death glare from my face told her to remain silent.
"I'm gonna do it..." Potter said slowly.
"Just do it, I'm ready, I can take this." Weasley gritted.
There was a moment of silence before Weasley's voice rang through the air. "Merlin, Harry! That shit hurts!"
"Just relax." Potter coaxed. "Relax and it won't hurt that much."
"I can't relax! It hurts too much!"
"We have to stop them!" Granger said heatedly. Her hand reached up to the doorknob.
I pulled her back and held her against my body tightly. It was odd how she fitted so perfectly. I brushed that thought away and said, "Let them have their fun together."
"Harry, stop going in and out like that!" Weasley screamed.
"But that's how you do it."
"Oh fuck," Weasley let out a low groan.
I was bursting with laughter inside. It took all my energy and strength to suppress it. Looking at Granger's face, it looked like she was trying to hold down her vomit.
"Merlin..." Weasley said. "Oh fuck... damn shit..."
"Are you okay?" asked Potter.
"You're going too fast Harry."
"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon."
"Why does it seem like you enjoy seeing me in pain?"
"You're my bestfriend, Ron. I wouldn't torment you like that." Harry said, chuckling.
"Ow... shit."
"I swear, Ron. You're the only guy who complained this much during their first."
Then there was a moment of silence. The eerie of it caused bumps to trail down my back.
Ron's voice penetrated the silence. "Stop Harry. Stop. It hurts too much."
"Fine. We'll try again tomorrow night. Maybe you'll feel better then.
"If I'm not limping to class."
"Aw, it wasn't that bad."
"You're not the one having this done to."
"No, that's not true. It wasn't bad for me."
I pulled Granger away from the door. "I think we had enough."
Granger complied and followed me, a look of horror and shock evident on her face.
When we were out of earshot, a wide grin broke out on my face. "What did I tell you? What did I tell you! I knew it! I fucking bloody knew it!"
"I can't... I can't believe it..." Granger whimpered, slumping against the stone wall. "How can it be... how?"
"They are gay! They love each other!"
"How did I not see it before? So that was why they always left me out of their secrets... always excluded me in the things they do."
"Aw, don't feel so bad Granger." I swung an arm over her shoulders and led her back to our room. "You were gonna find out sooner or later."
"I feel so lonely now... My two bestfriends are g-gay..."
"Ehh... You have me?" That was my poor attempt of trying to comfort her.
Granger looked at me through her wide, innocent caramel eyes. "Yeah, sure." She scoffed.
"Come on Granger! My company isn't that bad!"
She disappeared through the portrait hole, laughing.
I followed her, deciding that I had one hell of a bloody day.
TBC
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