A/N- So here's Chapter 4 as promised! Doubt I'll get 5 up today though AND this chapter isn't as long as the last…oh well. But I'm excited! It's gonna start getting interesting after/during the next few chapters(:

Disclaimer- Me: Draco, are you mine?

Draco: As much as you want me to be, no.

Me: *pouts* What about everything else in the wonderful world of Harry Potter?

Draco: Last time I checked, you weren't J.K. Rowling…

Me: You're right…*turns to readers* By the way, sorry I didn't put a disclaimer on Chapter 3...

Chapter 4- Misunderstanding?

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Hannah felt a chill go through her. It had been bad enough(or was it really?) that she had been roomed with Luna the Loon, Gryffindor's Princess/War Hero, AND a possibly emo/depressed Weasley, but must she be tortured further by having to live with a proven Death Eater? It just wasn't fair. Also, there was something about him…she started to feel rather unnerved and rid her mind of non-comprehensible thoughts. Quietly shifting on the couch, Hannah thought of something else, and most definitely NOT how awkward this silence was.

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Draco couldn't take the quiet, the tension that was held in it's midst. Yes, the others were probably scared out of their wits(he didn't like it at all, but it would be better that way sometimes) and angry and confused due to his presence, but this wasn't going to be a walk in the park for him either.

They didn't like him. Not just them, but EVERYONE. Draco felt like everyone was scrutinizing him, just waiting for an inner bomb to stop ticking off and finally explode, waiting for him to make one more wrong move in his pitiful life so they could cart him off to Azkaban. Maybe they'd put him in a cell with his dear father. Yes, it had only been a few hours, but Draco already caught on to this. Why did his mother insist on him going back? And what happened to him standing tall and upholding his pride? And why on earth was he just standing there like a blithering idiot?

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George could barely string the words in his thoughts together. He knew one thing though-they let Malfoy-Malfoy!-back into the school, after he became a Death Eater, after he took part in doing You-Know-Who's bidding, after he was associated with the group of people who had killed Fred. George's vision was blurring, and all he could focus on were his fists, clenching and unclenching every few minutes.

He heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, he saw it was none other than Junior Death Eater himself.

"Well," Malfoy began. Everyone in the room held their breaths, and even though George tried to detest the blonde, he felt a little bad when he saw hurt flash over Malfoy's face so fast that if you blinked you would have far missed it, "Might as well not make this year worse than it has to be. Hi."

And with that, George(along with the other three) watched Malfoy head to the seat furthest away from the group and gracefully slide into it, seemingly unaware to the fact that his new roommates had their jaws dropped so low that if they went any lower the floor would have been dented.

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One thought ran through Hermione's head, and certainly had to be running through everyone else's-What the bloody hell was going on?

This was not just anybody asking this question, this was Hermione Granger. And when Hermione Granger wants to know something, she finds out, no matter how. This time, she just decided to boil over until it poured out of her like water heated on a stove. She flung herself up and off of her seat on the couch and stomped over to Malfoy. Acutely aware of everyone's eyes on her.

She stayed standing not two feet away from Malfoy's chair, arms crossed, until he looked up quizzically at her. That was when she allowed herself to go over the edge.

"Just stop! Stop! Don't give me that bloody-yes, bloody- look as if you don't know what's going on! We're all wondering what you're playing at and if you expect us to just sit here while you go and act any way you like without a reasonable explanation! And don't act like this doesn't need an explanation because you're a Malfoy for crying out loud, and this just doesn't add up!"

"Then perhaps I will clear up this little problem for you, Miss Granger. Sit, please." came the loud, crisp voice of Headmistress McGonagall, from, it seemed, thin air.

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Luna was relieved that Headmistress McGonagall was suddenly there. She had an inkling that things were going to get out of control if the old transfiguration teacher hadn't shown up. Draco looked rather relieved, and Hermione shied away to her former seat.

"That's better. Now I suppose that here, not unlike inside of the other houses, you are wondering what's going on. Well I couldn't simply tell everyone all of the details in the Great Hall- I would've lost their attention and who knows who would have actually been able to hear me? Anyway, back to business. I know not you may not be happy with all of your now dorm-mates-"

At this point many glances were set towards Draco, but one particularly hostile one made its way towards Luna. She wasn't very surprised that she was on the receiving end of one of Hannah's looks, though.

"But all of the groups, yours being one of the ones that stands out most in this situation, were put together for a deeper purpose than simply house unity. I expect that by the end of the year, you all will have helped each other cope and become more comfortable with your war experiences."

All five voices started to call out in protest, Hannah even shouting, "You have reached a BIG misunderstanding!", but Headmistress McGonagall shushed them quickly.

"This is not a misunderstanding! The time will come in which you will realize how educated and reasonable this decision was. However, I don't expect this to be within days. Take as much time as you need to become re-acquainted with each other.

"Now, through that door you will find a room with five single-person beds, just like in your old dormitories-yes you will be sleeping in the same room, I do have high trust put in you though, I don't want any problems-and you will each have a dresser. However, you each have your own private room, which has been designed for you and only you, and is unique and associated with what you need. Think of it as a mini-Room of Requirement of sorts, made especially for you, only it's interior will never change. Oh, and no one will be able to come in without your consent.

"For certain purposes, you are only allowed one night a week in your private room, or else, I know, you would spend all of your time in there."

Not even knowing what was to await then on the other side of their doors, the five each begrudgingly admitted what the old professor said was true.

"That is all, now I must be going. There is a problem to deal with in house 19."

With that, Headmistress McGonagall headed out of house 27, muttering, "Oh, yes, Minerva, let's place the Zabini and MacMillan boys together, and Seamus Finnegan. Shouldn't have listened to the ruddy portrait…"

As soon as she left, Luna took in all that McGonagall had said. Of course, being as open-minded as she was, Luna decided to give this a shot. She stood up and asked, "Perhaps we should go and see where we have to sleep…"

It was as though everyone else had been stuck in a dream-like state before she had spoke. Luna chuckled quietly, grimly. Before the war, she would have been acting just like them, stuck in the realm of her mind every waking minute.

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Hannah instantly claimed the bed between the wall and Hermione(even though she could be an annoying, prestigious know-it-all, she was better than the others). After checking to make sure that all of her clothes were in the right dresser, she plopped down on the edge of her bed. As soon as everyone seemed to be doing a similar thing to what she was doing, she piped up, "We all have our private rooms to see, you know."

Luna(of course) added in, "Who's going to go first?"

When it seemed like no one was going to offer(George became a mere outer shell once again after McGonagall left, Malfoy seemed not to care, and Luna wasn't going to answer her own question), Hermione cautiously stood up and said, "I'll go."

Hannah watched as the Gryffindor girl pulled herself up, walked over to the door marked with her name in red and gold, and slipped through, closing the door tightly behind her.

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A/N-I'm not sure about you, but I'm interested as to what everyone's rooms are going to be. I'm soooooo excited to write Mione's that it isn't even funny. And I kept my promise and uploaded two chapters within 24 hours of each other, so yay! (: Don't forget to review and tell me what you think!