"Ugh, Hermione! I think you burnt these," Ron Weasley grumbles, chewing and swallowing regardless of the charcoal taste. He was currently propped up on the kitchen counter, swinging his freckled legs back and forth and watching his best female brunette with mild interest.
Hermione Granger sighs, not surprised at herself as she picks up the cookie tray and throws the ruin charcoal colored cookies in the trash.
"Not like they were for you anyway, Ronald," Hermione scolds, swatting Ron's muscular arm as she walks by him and opens the fridge to peer inside.
"Oh, no! That was the last of my cookie dough and I burnt them. What am I going to do now? Meet the Teacher starts in an hour and I have no cookies!" She exclaims dramatically, closing the fridge in a huff.
"No, not the cookies!" Ron mocks.
"We can just make a trip to the grocery store, 'Mione? God forbid, something doesn't go according to your lists and daily planner," Harry Potter says sarcastically, catching the end of their conversation as he walks into the kitchen the three of them shared.
"I'll have you know, my entire life is in my daily planner."
Harry wrinkles his nose, ignoring Hermione, and coughing slightly as he opens the window above their kitchen sink to let in fresh into the room.
"How can the two of you breathe in here? And we all know our Hermione can't boil water, so why didn't you buy them in the first place?" Harry asks, snickering at the glare Hermione shoots him.
Harry pulls himself up on the counter across from Ron, removing his glasses off his face to wipe the lenses off.
"Because I wanted to make a good first impression on my students!" Hermione exclaims, crossing her arms over her chest defensively as she scowls at the two of them.
Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to stay mad at the two of them for long though. Harry and Ron were so much more than her roommates or bestfriends, they were her family. She met her boys when she was ten years old. She was the new girl in town and on her very first day, she was bullied on the playground after school by a group of older boys tossing her backpack between them, teasing her about being a know-it-all teacher's pet. Harry and Ron marched right up to them and instigated a fist fight in her honor. Thirteen years later and they were still inseparable, moving in together right out of highschool as Hermione attended University and Harry and Ron went to the Police Academy.
"They're five year olds, Hermione," Ron points out.
Harry rolls his unique green eyes, hopping off the counter with a thud as he grabs his car keys next to Ron, interrupting Hermione before her and Ron could start their daily spats. "C'mon 'Mione, go get dressed, we can go to the store before I drop you off."
Hermione beams at him, kissing him on the cheek as she runs past him to get ready. She despised being late and she was already way behind.
"I knew I kept you around for a reason!" She calls over her shoulder as Ron cries out, "What about me!"
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"Draco."
Silence.
"Draco."
Silence.
Thump.
"Ow, mother!" Draco Malfoy cries, holding his now red ear as he whirls around in his sleek black computer chair.
Narcissa Malfoy rolls her eyes, a young Draco look alike attached to her hip as she says, "I've tried calling you multiple times. You were supposed to pick up Scorpius an hour ago. You're taking him to meet his teacher today."
Draco frowns.
"I'm sorry, mum. I've just been so busy writing and trying to finish this book. It's all I can think about."
Narcissa settles Scorpius down on Draco's office floor before she leans down to give her only son a kiss on the cheek. He had came such a long way since his rebellious teenage years. "It's okay, dragon. Do you remember how to get to his elementary school? I have the address, you can always use GPS."
Draco chuckles, closing his laptop as he stood up, hugging his mother goodbye.
"No, mum, I'm fine. I got this. Thank you for watching Scorp today while I worked. You help me out so much."
"My pleasure, I love my grandson and I don't mind at all. Our house is so lonely and quiet now that you've grown up and run off. Would you like to come by for dinner tonight?"
"Yeah, that's perfect, thank you. I'll see you and father later on this evening."
With a kiss on the cheek to Scorpius, Narcissa shows herself the way out, her expensive high heels echoing across the hardwood floors.
"Daddy!" Scorpius exclaims, scrambling up fast and almost tripping over his small feet trying to rush over to Draco.
"Are we going to meet my teacher today?"
Draco smiles, completely in awe as he listened to his son ramble on about all the stuff he wanted to tell and show his new teacher. Scorpius had attended Pre-K the year before so he was familar with a classroom, but this was his first real year that counted at school and Draco was a little nostalgic and heartbroken. He was growing up so fast and all he did was blink. At five years old, Scorpius was Draco's pride and joy, his lifeline, his bestfriend; he saved Draco from himself.
At the age of eighteen, Draco became a single father to a newborn son. Scorpius mother, Astoria Greengrass, had died in a complicated childbirth. Draco had never been so scared, fearful, and terrified in his life. Looking down at his miniature twin, Draco would do it a million times over. It had been just him and Scorpius since the very beginning and he wouldn't change those memories for the world despite some of the more painful ones. That little boy held Draco's entire heart in his hand.
"Alright, alright," Draco cut Scorpius rambling off as he leans down to pick up his son and scoffing at his outfit.
"Did Grandma Cissy really put you in a sweater vest?" Draco rolls his eyes, mumbling under his breath about crazy mothers as he walks out of his office and down the hall to his son's room.
Scorpius giggles happily on his hip, ready to meet his new teacher and show off his cool new dragon.
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Hermione sighs happily, her plate of store bought chocolate chips cookies on a TV stand next to her desk, smelling delicious and waiting to be eaten. She had about fifteen more minutes before parents would start showing up with their children.
She was a little nervous and anxiety ridden. While she had plently of college and hands on experience with teaching and children, this was her first real job out of school.
Hogwarts Elementary School was an incredible decision with great benefits and a nice salary for a newly kindergarten teacher. One of the most prestigious and educated schools in all of Britian; parents spent good money for the advance and hands on learning experience their children recieved at Hogwarts.
And today was August 21st, two days before school started. It was tradition for parents to bring their children to meet their teacher for the year and get a feel of their surroundings before the start of the school year.
Smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in her modest black pencil skirt, Hermione catches her appearance in the glass and smiles. With her nice blue blouse tucked into her skirt and sensible black flats with soft curly hair, she feels professional and approachable.
Fixing a few posters to hang right by her white board, her honey brown eyes gaze over the classroom with a pleasant smile.
She was the last room on the right in the Hogwarts kindergarten hall. Her room was small but cozy, painted in soft blues with various animal designs. She had numerous learning posters with educational or positive quotes. Her classroom had three round white tables with rainbow chairs, allowing five students each, making a class of fifteen students. She went out and bought her own classroom rugs and smiled of the memory that came along with it.
"An otter rug, Hermione?!"
"Shut up, Ron! I think it's cute."
"Yeah, cuter than your face, Ron."
"Bugger off Harry!"
She had placed her adorable, soft, and brown otter shape rug in the corner of the classroom with a wooden rocking chair for reading time. In the other corner was a black bookshelf she bought at a yard sale with hundreds of different children and picture books. In front of the bookcase was another blue rug she bought for naptime. She had all summer to prepare her classroom and she had to admit she was pretty proud of the outcome and eager to start teaching young minds.
"Ms. Granger, Ms. Granger!"
Hermione blinks as a cute, small, childish voice breaks her out of her thoughts as she whirls around and is squeezed around the knees with skinny pale arms.
"Why, hello!" Hermione beams, hugging the smaller pale blonde-haired boy back. He is dressed in a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts with a toy dragon in his arms. His grey eyes are big and stunning. She had never seen a color like that on anyone. He is a cute little boy.
"Scorpius! That's rude. We don't just throw ourselves at people we haven't even met yet," A much taller blonde haired man scolds behind the young boy.
When Hermione looks up into the same grey colored eyes as the little boy in her arms, she almost forgets her name and how to breathe.
The man in front of her towers over her petite frame with broad shoulders and a lean form. His blonde haired hangs loosely to his ears and he looks like he had a two day beard from not shaving. He is dressed in expensive shoes, black slacks, and a white button up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"I'm sorry about my son. He was excited to meet his new teacher. I'm Draco Malfoy," The blonde haired man holds out his large hand for Hermione to shake.
"Oh, no worries! Scorpius, is it? I already adore him. My name is Hermione Granger," Hermione says, smiling, showing her pearly whites as she shakes his offered hand.
Sparks of electricity shoots up her arm and she swears the temperature went up a few degrees in her classroom.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Granger."