Author's Note: I updated. Amazing, I know. But don't expect these quick updates though, it's just something with the water around this time that told me to write.

Much thanks to my beta, F'lessan.

Important: I am definitely not aiming for a heavy-duty romance story this time. I am not typically a romantic person (Oh the horror! No, not really). Fair warning so you won't have to be disappointed later on and pester me for lack of lovey dovey crap.

I let my friend read this story during class. Poor child was hyperventilating... Such a vivid and wild imagination she has.

BTW, as a reminder, as much as I would love to thank each and every review, but terribly sorry, I can't. Despite the fact that it will be impossible for me, I love you all for reviewing and liking my story, but ehh... I'm lazy as hell. You understand. –Gives you a cookie -

Oh, on another note. See that this fanfic is rated "M". If your mind cannot handle it, there are plenty of "K" fanfics out there. Happy reading.

Chapter Six- Discretion

There was darkness everywhere. I could not even see my hands in front of me. The obscurity shielded everything from my eyes as I wondered what in the bloody hell I was doing here. Was there a reason, a purpose as to why I was stranded in this damn darkness? Is this a foreshadowing? Like some crazy crap that I heard Pothead would be having? For some odd reason, I could hear his voice in my head. Oh my scar hurts; I'm such a gay wuss, I can't stand the pain. My scar hurts. Ow. Ow. Voldemort will come back. I see dead people. Ron and I will marry. Granger will carry the baby for us. We will all be a big happy family.

I took a step forward, almost expecting the ground to open up and swallow me, sending me into the eternal depths of hell. To my surprise, I remained where I was. I tapped my foot repeatedly, anxiousness enveloping me. If there was a reason why I am here, it better reveal itself soon.

I sighed, thinking how ridiculously clichéd this dream or nightmare was. The ominous darkness, terrors leaking at every corner, me not being able to see anything and then maybe some retarded person that resembles Trelawney comes along and tells me that I am going to die choking on a chicken bone. What was next? Granger is going to pop out of nowhere and announce that we're getting married? I snorted loudly. If that is the case, then it is a bloody nightmare.

I sat down, wondering if there was such a thing as sleeping during a dream while you are sleeping. I lay down; I couldn't possibly care. If nothing interesting happens, I might as well sleep.

Unexpectedly, I saw Daria's face, big and bold. It scared the hell out of me as I scrambled to my feet. She grinned, flashing her bright teeth. If I had thought seeing Granger in my dream was bad, imagine the horror that swept through me when I saw my aunt. It is simply terrifying enough that she plagues me when I'm awake, must she haunt my dreams too? Seriously, I believe the only reason that unbearable woman still manage to survive until this day is to make my life miserable.

"Draco-Waco!" Her voice came out like shrilled, like a high-pitched voice that could break glass. I cringed and started to run the opposite way.

"Draco-Waco, come back!" Her unruly floating head came after me and I ran faster.

"What the hell, woman! Can't you ever leave me alone! I want to sleep in peace!" I screamed, still running.

"Draco, come back to your dear old aunt."

Old was true, dear was not.

Suddenly, her mouth twisted and her loud, crow-like laughter resonated in my ears. The sound was deafening, banging against my eardrums until I thought my ears would explode.

"Draco Malfoy, you and Hermione Granger shall live happily ever after together!" She bellowed.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I finally woke up, breathing heavily and sweating immensely. I sighed, happy that it was just a bloody nightmare and it was over. I'll be damned if Granger and I live happily ever after together. Gods, I definitely could not see that.

Her white hair remained frizzled and bushy for years. She had that frown upon her face. Her skin was sagging and she had more wrinkles to spare. "Malfoy, I thought I told you to wash the dishes!" Her voice was older, high-pitched, but it still maintained that Granger-like bossiness.

I tried to stand up to argue, but my bones were killing me more than helping me. "Granger, if you did not free all my house elves, we wouldn't be having this problem!" I shook my cane angrily at her. "You damn witch!"

I shuddered, repulsed at the thought of marrying Granger and growing old with her. Knowing that wench, I'll be dead before I have my first gray hair.

I tossed the covers away and prodded around for my slippers. My eyes fell on Granger's sleeping form. I felt sickened. Someone has been planning this. I swear; someone must be planning this from the very beginning. A horrible, horrible plot. Otherwise, Dumbledore could not be that much of an idiot to let two students of the opposite gender to live and sleep in the same room. Honestly, what Headmaster would do such a thing! Outrageously inappropriate in every sort of way!

There has to be a hidden agenda. A deeply twisted, sickeningly scheme.

Dumbledore may be a terrible old coot, but he certainly knows his limits. Certainly I hope that he knows he does not appear so wise and clever for thinking up this plan as means to hopefully have me and Granger mend ties in some awfully devised plot. Have us fall hopelessly in love with each other for instance? I think not.

Something is up and I am determined to find the answer—along with the other schemes and ploys I must conjure up to further make the lives of others a living hell.

Upon seeing Granger walking to the Great Hall that morning with a Potions book in her arms, my mind flickered back to my dream. I quickly tossed it out of my mind, but focused on the situation with Snape that occurred last night.

Immediately after I heard what that sniveling Snape had said about the other class that the project holds ties with, I stormed back into the classroom, overcoming the horrible glare of Snape's lips.

"Professor, what in the blazing hell made you work with Daria?" I demanded.

"Professor Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy. I would appreciate it if you would be formal." Snape said.

"I don't give a flying donkey's arse. It's bad enough I have her class, but why did you have to make me spend time with her more than I have to?"

"I thought it was a wonderful idea when she suggested it." He said mildly. "It works well with both classes. Now, if you would, I have some business to do."

"Severus!"

Snape raised an eyebrow. "What did you just called me?"

"Professor—"

"That is enough. Remove yourself Mr. Malfoy. I will see you in class."

Defeated, I dragged my feet out of the room. Granger was waiting for me, a smirk on her face.

"What are you so happy about witch?"

"Oh nothing." Granger said lightly, still smiling. "It just amuses me to see that you think your aunt is out there to get you."

"She is!"

"You should learn not to be so cynical, Malfoy. It's unhealthy."

I snorted and walked ahead. Then I stopped and slowly turned my head back to face her. "Granger, out of curiosity, did you see what was on Snape's lips?"

Granger cocked her head to one side and gave me a curious look. "Why were you staring at his lips?"

"It distracted me." I said bluntly. "Did you noticed how disgustingly shiny it was? And how it smelled like strawberries?"

"Maybe he does not like having dry lips."

"Bullshit!" I exclaimed. "I have a theory that he is a cross-dresser."

"A cross-dresser?" She looked at me questioningly.

"A cross-dresser! You know, like a man who likes to secretly dress up like a woman. With lingerie, makeup—"

"I know what a cross-dresser is! I'm just wondering how... But..." She paused, thinking deeply. "Maybe he is..."

"I propose we find out and blackmail that bloody git for teaming up with Daria. They're all scheming something. Damn bastards."

I hope Granger did not forget our proposal. I took a sip of my pumpkin juice, my lips lingering on the rim of the goblet. I saw Potter and Weasley behind her. I quickly placed the goblet down, coughing and almost choking on the juice. I wiped the droplets away from my lips and stood up. Midst of my planning to blackmail Snape last night, I had totally forgot about Potter and Weasley's predicament.

I looked at the clock. There were thirty minutes until it was time for Daria's class. I left the Great Hall anyway, not caring that I would be late for her class. Who cares about going to her class on time? I have other important matters to attend to.

I went back to my room and scrimmaged around for a parchment, quill and inkpot. Settling comfortably on my desk, I commenced my work. With great precision and careful strokes, I made sure it was perfect. My tongue curled to the corner of my lips, as I was concentrated on making sure I did not mess up. I shook off the excess ink from the quill and continued with my plan, working on the parchment. My penmanship on this was wonderful compared to everything else I wrote.

In my mind, I was quite gleeful. Oh it is absolutely brilliant!

At last, I was done. I set the quill down and admired my beautiful work. The ink was still wet, but it was still marvelous nonetheless. I grinned, feeling so proud. I am such a scheming person; I am a Slytherin, after all; it's in my blood.

I waited for the ink for dry before rolling it up and placing it in a secure place where Granger will definitely will not find it—in my drawer of my boxers, of course.

I was such in a good mood that going to Daria's class did not falter it.

I arrived twenty minutes late and Daria frowned at me as I entered, but I returned her frown with a smile. She looked at me skeptically before returning to her teaching.

"Draco, we're viewing the male reproductive system today. Miss Granger has been patiently waiting for you."

I took a seat next to Granger. Patiently waiting? HA! Granger's complexion was redder than a tomato.

She looked rather cute when she's mad.

On a second thought... maybe not.

"Malfoy! You're late! Class is almost over! I'll get a low grade because of you!" She hissed.

"Relax Granger," I said. "With all that anger, you might give yourself an orgasm."

There was a little twitching of the veins in her forehead. She opened her mouth, ready to shoot a remark, but she closed it abruptly. Pursing her lips, she said, "Well, in that case, I'll bet you'll be happy to join me."

I almost fell out of my chair.

Did Granger just made that comment?

Did Hermione Granger just flirt with Draco Malfoy?

Bloody hell.

The world is going to end.

"Certainly." I said, smirking.

Granger did not say anything else. She went to the front of the room to get our wands. After she returned, with a quick saying of the spell, the holographic image of the male's reproductive system flashed before our eyes. My, I was quite surprised. IT almost looked like the real thing. A bit small though, but since this was only a demonstration and I assumed most of the girls probably did see the real thing. Probably mine. Ha.

Granger's mouth parted and her eyes widened. I knew it. I absolutely knew it. Because of the unfortunate (for Granger) incident that Potter and Weasley only have eyes for each other, she has probably lost her only chance of ever losing her virginity and seeing the real thing. But then again, I don't think Potter and Weasley were ever manly enough to even possess one.

"Granger," I said. "You act like you have never seen something like this before."

From her silence, it did not take an idiot to figure it out. Oh, how would I love torture her.

"Oh don't tell me you have never." I feigned surprise. "Even Pothead and Weasel didn't want to show it? How did you ever survive this long?"

Granger recovered from her shock and looked at me, twitching her nose with annoyance. "Oh hush. I'm very content with not ever seeing one, thank you very much."

"Would you like to?" I raised an eyebrow. "Half price to first-timers. Extra charge if you want to touch it. Double charge if you want to try—"

Then I felt a heavy impact on my head and blacked out.

I groaned as I woke up. Daria's face was the first one I saw when my eyes opened. Fuck.

I closed my eyes again, wishing her away. I opened them again. There she is. Dammit.

"How long have I been knocked out?" I asked, sitting up. I was in the Hospital Wing.

"Only for an hour or so." Daria said, peering closely at my head. "Miss Granger sure did a job on that head of yours."

I quickly scampered out of bed and raced to my room, completely ignoring Daria's protests. I grabbed the rolled parchment from my drawer and unrolled it, smoothing it out on my desk. With a mutter of a simple duplicating spell and a whish of my wand, the one sheet of parchment turned into a stack.

Grinning madly, I set to decorate the Hogwarts walls.

When lunch arrived two hours later, I was terribly hungry. On my way to the Great Hall, I saw a head of bushy hair in front of me.

"Granger." I called out.

She turned around and upon seeing who it was that called her name; she walked faster. Damn mudblood bitch. No one ignores me.

"Granger!" I yelled again. "Your intelligence may not be up to mine, but I know you're not deaf."

She turned around again, exasperated. "What do you want?"

"I'm not happy about this bruise on my precious head."

"Well, it's certainly not my fault you are a klutz."

"From now on, I am completely ignoring you and pretending you cease to exist. Since you do not exist, I am talking to myself right now and I should stop."

"Yes, if a certain Slytherin prat is talking to himself, then I strongly suggest he receive psychological help." With that she turned on her heels and proceeded to walk away.

But no further than a few steps, she stopped. "If the Slytherin who talks to himself is still behind me and have heard the noise that is coming from this abandoned classroom, he better found what who it belongs to."

"Then he shall." I said and reached to the door.

I was close to turning the doorknob, but the conversation was intriguing.

"Harry, can't you go a little easier on me? It hurts."

"Well Ron, you're just going to have to be a man and suck it up."

Weasley let out a moan.

"Switch position." Harry said. "I can't do it from this side."

I found Granger next to me.

"Is it Harry and Ron?" She asked softly.

I nodded.

She bit her lip nervously.

"Well, at least from this position, it doesn't hurt as much." Weasley said. "I swear, by the time we're done, I'm gonna have to rub my back all the way to my arse. The pain is everywhere."

"Are you going to do this again?" Potter asked.

"Hell no. This experience with you Harry is painful." Weasley let out another moan. "Ohhhhhhhh..."

"I can't stand this anymore." Granger gritted. "I can't! I have to confront them! They cannot go around doing this!"

She grabbed the doorknob and flung the door open.

My eyes bulged to the size of saucers.

My chin dropped.

The sight rooted me to the spot.

TBC

Cliffhanger. Yeah I know I'm a bastard. So sue me.

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