Love and Teaching Teens Don't Mix
Disclamer: Throughout this story, I only own part of the plot and the new sudents, everything else belongs to the very lucky J.K. Rowling
Chapter 1 - A New School Year
It was September 1st again and who would have thought a year before that the happily married couple at the front of the room at the staff table had not only been sitting below the staff table, at the Slytherin and Gryiffindor tables, but hated each other. Draco, a year before had nothing on his mind besides revenge and Hermione had been hurting over her break-up with Ron. So much had changed in one year, now they were 19 years old, married, and head over heels in love. They were no longer students blinded by old hatred, but teachers who want nothing more than to be together, and in their personal dorm, one much like the one they'd had the year before as heads, but sharing one room and a simpler, but still cozy, common room.
Hagrid had taken over for McGonngal in placing the sorting hat on the new first years heads, and they looked terrified more by the half giant looming over them, then fear of which house they were going to be in. Gryffindor had gotten the most new students, probably due to the war just a year and a half earlier, where the darkest wizard of all time, Voldemort, had been killed by Hermione's own best friend, Harry Potter. Draco was head of Slytheirn house, and Hermione was head of Gryffindor. When the sorting was finally finished McGonngal stood to make the beginning of the year speech, going on about the Forbidden Forest being, of course, forbidden, and other stuff that was covered each year.
Finally she said, "This year there are two new teachers, Draco Malfoy, talking over potions for Professor Slughorn, who has retired, and his wife, Hermione Malfoy, taking my job as the Transfiguration teacher, being as I can't teach and fill my duties as Headmistress." Whispers broke out at the couples names, amusingly wondering how the war heroine Hermione Granger has fallen and married the former Death Eater, Draco Malfoy, they were quickly silenced with a sharp look from their Headmistress and she waved her wand, causing the feast to begin.
As they had finished the feast Draco and Hermione excused themselves from the rest of room and slipped off to their room, sitting in front of the crackling fireplace on the couch. Hermione had her head resting on Draco's shoulder and his arm was wrapped snugly around her waist.
"I hope those students tomorrow don't give you a hard time about your past mistakes, Draco.", Hermione muttered sleepily, peering up at her husband and snuggling closer to him.
Draco chuckled as he gave her a quick kiss, "They aren't going to because of that, my love. Did you see how those boys were looking at me? They're going to hate me for taking the beautiful new young teacher off the market before they have the slightest chance. You, on the other hand, are going to have to deal with jealous girls from 4th year and up."
Hermione raised an eyebrow at her husband, "What are you going on about, love?"
Draco chuckled again, "The boys from 4th year up are going to drool over you, and hate me, while they glare at me, and the girls are going to give me googly eyes, and give you absolute hell."
Hermione's other brow rose, "Why, pray tell, would they drool over me?"
Draco threw back his head as he laughed again, the sound music to his wife's ears, "Have you looked at yourself in a mirror today? You are more beautiful than usual in those muggle clothes, they fit your curves perfectly."
Hermione was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a red V-neck blouse that said "Gryffindor Princess" across the chest, a gift from Draco, with a white T-shirt under it, along with American muggle "Uggs" over the jeans. Raising an eyebrow she stated, "Yes, I don't believe I look good enough to be drooled over, especially by any Slytheirn besides you."
Draco smirked, "You are more beautiful than you give yourself credit for, love. any man who haves have a brain can see that you are a one of a kind beauty. Those boys will be tripping over themselves to try and grab your attention, just remember that you belong to me when they try that."
She looked at him, amusement dancing in her eyes as she fake sighs, "Draco Malfoy, you are insufferable."
His smirk stayed firmly planted on his face, "Yet you still love me, Mrs. Malfoy."
Her eyebrow rose, "Oh really? I can't seem to remember why that is, Mr. Malfoy."
His eyes shone with mischief as he lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style, "Then I'll just have to remind you", he muttered, pressing his lips to her's and carried her to their bedroom.
By the time they were in there, both were glad that their room was for from students and staff alike, as well as the muffling charm on their room.