Cougar
"Hermius" anyone? This is my brand new idea about a Hermione and Scorpius love story. It's not a popular ship, so perhaps I can shed some light upon it.
Chapter 1: Liquid Blue
His eyes were there. Following her. She could see how his liquid blue pupils were guided by the way she walked. Distractedly, Hermione Granger pulled down the hem of her skirt, which was riding dangerously above knee level. He had been at this all day, gazing at her as if she were a piece of meat, or worse, a 17 year old school girl.
Hermione stood in front of the class, Gryffindor and Slytherin seventh year Charms class. She felt tired and annoyed, a frown clearly pressed in the middle of her forehead.
It had started this morning, when she arrived and graciously joined Headmistress McGonagall for a spot of breakfast. The great hall looked exactly as it always did; the expanding ceiling shining with the rising of the sun. It was then that Hermione noticed him. He looked exactly like his father; so much so that it almost frightened her. He was staring at her, eyes as piercing as his father's. The hair was platinum and the light from the sun seemed to amplify the colour. His skin so fair and smooth. But it was the eyes, always the eyes. The intense look that Draco Malfoy used to give her brought painful memories to the surface.
He noticed her looking, and that's when Hermione realized it wasn't Draco looking towards her. The smile that broke over his face wasn't the smirk that adorned his father's face, but a light, amused upturn of his lips.
She cleared her throat before continuing. The class was looking up at her expectantly, waiting on baited breath to hear of Harry Potter and his trials. "We became friends when he saved me from a giant attacking me in the girl's bathroom. It was first year and we barely knew any magic. He and my husband Ron managed to correctly perform the wingardium leviosa charm and knock the giant out with his own club!"
Hermione noticed how Scorpius' eyes drifted downward on the word 'husband'. With that, Hermione gave a satisfied smirk. She had been trying to mention her husband through each of the classes he was in while she was lecturing.
During Care of the Magical Creatures, she had been talking about house elves and their rights and freedoms. He had been there, chatting softly with Dobby who stood beside her adorn in a very small Hogwarts uniform. She couldn't help noticing how Scorpius had fit snuggly into his school robes and the way his shoulders stretched widely. His hand had brushed against the outside of her thigh as he reached to shake Dobby's hand.
He had also shaken her hand when they first met. He took her hand, which looked quite small compared to his, and cupped it in both of his own. "It's nice to meet you Hermione," he had said, in a very low voice.
"Mrs. Granger-Weasley," she had corrected him.
He had merely smiled that kind nice smile. Those nice lips had bent down to kiss her hand, in an attempt to seem chivalrous no doubt. The gesture seemed indeed genuine, instead of the mocking way Draco would have done it. Hermione quickly pulled away, briskly making an exit.
"It was later found out that the giant had been let into the school as a decoy, allowing Voldemort to seek the entrance way to the hidden philosopher's stone." Hermione paused, allowing the students to awe in amazement. She took the time to smile at her daughter Rose, who was of course at the very front of the class, and had heard these stories hundreds of times.
Rose's hair wasn't as dark hers, but it was livelier with a shimmer of ruby in the brown locks. Her eyes though, were the exact same as Hermione's own. Chocolate brown that seemed to melt with happiness and harden with anger. Scorpius' eyes however, were emotionless at times, such as when he had insisted on walking her to the headmistress' office.
"Really Mr. Malfoy, I have been at this school long enough to not get lost in the halls of Hogwarts."
"But I'm head boy! Professor Longbottom won't mind if I'm a few minutes late." The twinkle was in his eyes. She hadn't realized they were a soft blue instead of the clouded gray of his father's.
"It's quite alright. You shouldn't miss Herbology with N.E.W.T.s fast approaching." She stared at him, wondering what he was up to. "You're young, it's best not to miss anything," she added.
"But do you know the password?" he had asked, with a twitch of his lips.
Hermione had the urge to stomp her foot angrily. "Well then, you can tell me right now."
He had leaned over, letting his mouth drift near her ear. "Frisky." His hot breathe lingered directly below her earlobe, his whisper sending shivers down her back.
"Honestly Draco!" she had cried. "10 points from Slytherin!"
Scorpius had immediately stepped backward, his blue eyes frosting with ice. Hermione closed her eyes, mentally cursing herself. "He's a Malfoy," she thought.
Hermione turned quickly around in the other direction, pacing as she gave her lecture. "The philosopher's stone contains an elixir of life that essentially provides immortality to the holder. The last known alchemist to possess the stone was 665 year-old Flamel, but the stone has been destroyed."
Scorpius' hand rose up in the air, his elbow resting gently on the student beside him. She was surprised to see that the boy was her own nephew Albus, looking sleepy in his gyffindor robes. Scorpius' eyes piercing into her, Hermione wasn't sure if she should ignore it or not. He didn't give her a chance.
"Ms. Granger," he spoke up, his voice clearing noisily as he did so. Most of the students turned to look at him; he seemed to notice, but his unwavering eyes stayed locked on Hermione. Did it surprise her really that most of the girls looked upon Scorpius as if he was a godly specimen carved out of the softest gold?
Hermione tilted her head in acknowledgement. "Is it also true that the philosopher's stone can turn metals into gold?"
Hermione opened her mouth to answer, but Scorpius cut her off. "And while we're on the topic of age, how old are you?"
There was a few chuckles from the class, including Albus, Hermione couldn't help but notice. He seemed to be more awake now, giving Scorpius an amused look.
"Too old for you," Hermione replied, turning her back on him. The class erupted in a fit of laughter, and one student cat called wildly.
The smile never left Scorpius' lips.
"Miss Granger, it's wonderful of you to take some time out from your Ministry duties to come talk to the students," McGonagall approved, when Hermione had managed to receive the right password from Scorpius and enter the headmistress' office.
"It's no problem at all Professor," Hermione said, crossing her legs fidgety. She had never been in this office, it was Harry who would always spend his time in here.
"Minerva," Mcgonagall corrected. "You can now call me Minerva."
Hermione smiled sheepishly, not really comfortable in calling her anything but Professor. McGonagall had never been known for her pleasantries, and a suspicious feeling rose in her bloodstream.
"Speaking of Professors…" McGonagall started.
Hermione held her breath, waiting for the worst.
"We seem to have a vacancy as a charms teacher and we're in a tight bind. We need a professor immediately. The last one cursed half his fingers off and had to be sent off to St Mungos.
"Oh well, Miner- professor. I'm not sure if Hugo and Rose would be able to… er, handle their mother teaching one of their classes daily…" Why was it that Scorpius' face emerged through her frantic thoughts? It was there, hovering in front of her eyes, blocking McGonagall's face from her view.
"I'm sure they would understand. Their quality of education is more important, especially as Rose is on her N.E.W.T. You wouldn't want her to be under prepared for her exams would you?"
"Of course not! But-"
"It's settled then. Welcome aboard Professor Granger." If one day was enough for Hermione's boiling point, how would it be to see him constantly?
"Really Professor!-" She couldn't do this.
"I'm sorry Ms. Granger but I'm really quite busy today. We can discuss this tomorrow after all your new classes I'm sure."
And with that, Hermione walked down the spiraling staircase of the headmistress' office, only to find someone waiting for her at the bottom.