Teacher's Pet
Chapter 1 –
Mr. Goodbe for medical maladies, he is supposedly very good...but strict
Ms. Potts for History of Herbal Medicine and Ms Song for Potions from Life to Death; ugh! Both are supposedly lecturers who read from the book and terrible test creators- Hermione gave a sigh, -It will be fine! I can conquer any challenge!
Mr. Gillet…. Hermione gave a blush that spread from the outside of her cheeks to overpower the splatter of freckles on her nose
He's a teacher Hermione! A handsome and young teacher but still! A teacher! Still….it will be a nice thing to look at in class when I had already read the lecture material the day before…
Hermione gave a wicked grin that was the first sign that this 20 year old actually fit the age description on her passport. No she didn't look old at all, no white hair, wrinkles were a thing of fiction; but, the maturity in the eyes from years of war and the furrow of her brow that even some prime minister had yet too possess showed that she had the maturity of one high above her years.
Mr. M?
She looked at the last name on her list of classes,
What a strange name, this is the most important course of the medical school! Does he think this is a joke or something? If you don't get a good grade in this course then the school will never let you continue your studies! What kind of ridiculous prank is this guy pulling?
Hermione gave a sigh of frustration and placed the neatly organized structured days of her life in her bulging back-pack filled with nothing but "light reading" she finally made her way too her to the metro with the little outward thought of,
"Is this guy an idiot?"
[Malfoy]
"Is this girl an idiot?"
Malfoy mumbled to himself pacing his new office…it didn't last long.
"Is this a bloody bathroom or an office!?! I swear the things I do for her are beyond ridiculous!!"
He turned around his quidditch like reflexes grabbing the wand at his side and discovering a small family of dust bunnies nibbling away at an old eraser in the corner.
He gave a cruel smile as he raised his wand,
"Why do I have to stoop to this level! She should be BEGGING me to even look at her and her stupid frizzled hair and huge teeth!"
He gave a malicious laugh which caused the dust bunnies too look at him innocently curious, the cleaners had long since abandoned looking after this unoccupied office, these magical creatures of dust debris and carpet bits have enjoyed quite a relaxing life…audience notice the past tense.
"That cheeky mudblood had no right too rejec-….NO RIGHT! Her and her stupid Gryffindor friends as if I would even LOOK in her direction! And NOW! Due to her ignorance I have to go and teach in some stupid college in one of the 'beginning teacher's offices' that's the bloody size of a matchbox!!" He gave a growl and the family of the dust bunnies started to back away with caution.
He turned to them and smiled, raising his wand, "Who was rated the number one most desirable wizard for three years!" One of the dust bunnies vanished and Malfoy could hear the muffled, small, screams of cotton and cheep carpet.
"WHO was the most good looking man in school as well as the HEAD BOY! WHY DO YOU THINK I EVEN TRIED TO BE HEAD BOY GRANGER!?!"
Another bunny pushed up the daises.
"WHO DO YOU THINK PERSUADED THE PREJUDICED PEOPLE OF THIS SCHOOL TO GIVE A MUDBLOOD A FULL RIDE!!!"
Another scream and the last bunny (the mouse in the corner confirmed this was the young son of the unfortunate family) started to back up against the little brown corner in fear clutching the last remaining chuck of eraser with shaky 1 mm long paws.
Malfoy raised his wand without even a blink. The eraser fell the millimeter to the floor with a barely audible….clump.
"…Who do you think completed an already impossible 8 year program in just two years so that they…could become your teacher…"
Malfoy placed his wand down and leaned against the single, cheep, wood desk.
"…Who do you think did this all…just to have one last chance…to see you again…"
Malfoy told himself that the leaning against the desk was far too uncomfortable so that is why at that instant he sunk to the ugly brown carpeted floor…But reader…you don't really believe that do you?
[Hermione]
Hermione always got a special feeling on the first day of school, much better then when the bookstore was having a ale, or when the café she worked in would have their her favorite food, French toast, as one of their "specials" that week.
Yes, she would even say it was better then opening a new book for the first time and smelling the undeniable smell of new, crisp, printer ripe, pages.
Life was good!
She pulled out her planner for the 56th time that morning to look over the days school schedule and was pleased to see every minute of her day neatly planned and color coded to every perfectionists dream.
Magical Maladies at 9:30 and then Medical Training at 11….she gave a slight shiver and checked to see if the window was closed, it was.
Once again she reminded herself that Medical Training would be the one class where she would have to succeed in, with thirty people in the class only the first ten spots could move on to the third year of medical school and with her scholarship she had to place in one of the top three spots to continue her current situation.
"I CAN DO IT!" she confidentially stated as she grabbed her apple and granola bar and walked out the door.
[Malfoy]
Malfoy sat at his desk smirking with so much expectancy that any girl (and some guys as well dear reader) who would have been fortunate to be in that small four by four office would have experience a mild heart attack, no matter her age or health.
He ruffled through the lessons note plans, and though reader, many authors have written about it, most of them didn't know that there truly, literally, did exist a "twinkle in the eye"
(ONE YEARS AGO)
"Oh Merlin this makes the two sleepless years worth it!"
And he once again smirked at the thought of this wrinkled and many times revised lesson plan being the only motivation that would keep him up at the four in the morning hours where piles of textbooks still lay in front of him.
He recalled one such occasion, at four thirty of his second year at the university to be exact, where his bed or couch had not been used for three days and his coffee pot had to be replaced three times due to "malfunctions and overwork".
There were two last research papers too right and a final lab report to submit as well as a tricky potion to make that would take a minimum of three hours of constant attention to complete.
Malfoy was very tired.
He finally got up to walk to his bed (where was it again?) when he saw the crumpled up note sheet next to the side table simply entitled,
"Second Chance" he whispered and you could hear the smile in his voice as he read through the lesson plan out loud as if to cement that it really did exist.
With the last word rolling of his lips like a druggie describing his best drag he rolled up his sleeves and started grabbing the ingredients for the potion of "hope".
(PRESENT)
Yes, Malfoy was very happy with what was in his hands. So much so that he quickly ruffed through the long since memorized pages and announced,
"Life is good!" and proceeded to head to the local university café famous for its dark coffee.
[Hermione]
Magical Maladies was wonderful! They got to observe a slide show of the famous "Cat-Caught-Tongue" disease, which was both rare and very cute for the cat lovers of the class! (Author grins)
She left the class with a smile thinking that it was wonderful to be alive and in med school. She buttoned her cardigan (that was so old fashioned that even the Grandmas would have gossiped) and took her retail bag (The grandmas, Grandmas would have gossiped) and headed for the café with a smile knowing that for thirty minutes she had scheduled a "relaxing decaf coffee break".
It wasn't relaxing.
The instant she got close to the café she was astounded to find a human wall, more threatening then cement, layering around the petite shop like a mob.
She heard whispers of, "heir to millions!" "Hottest man alive!" and "Top of class from Hoxford!" Dare she say that she could even hear the eerie sound of multiple eyelashes batting?
I have a decaf coffee break scheduled and I HAVE to get it done! Or else the whole day is ruined! the other café would make her late for her next class and who knows what kind of professor Mr. M would turn out to be? So there was really no choice!
"Excuse me"
"To your left"
"Do you mind that's my foot!"
"MOVE!...please."
Finally with using these comments multiple times she could see the counter and a small little bubble of sanity where there was no one, how strange. She entered the open air with some small gasps and fervent whispers.
It was on the plan! It had to get done!
Like a general the frazzled girl half panted have spoken, "Decaf coffee with lots of syrup and lots of milk!"
"Your g--- to—g---f---"
"Excuse me?" Hermione mumbled to the person behind her, "I am almost done sure and then you can order."
She took her coffee from the somewhat dazed female barista and turned around, "Now what where you say-"
Hermione had never experienced the feeling of your heart stopping. She hoped she never would until she was quite old and happy with little grand kids and a loving husband, and a cat, maybe a dog….maybe and…
"I said your going to get quite fat drinking that kind of stuff!" Malfoy tilted his head in amusement and gave her a tilted smirk.
Did I mention that when your heart stops so do your muscles? For Hermione it was her fingers. Her white cardigan with the very large buttons that she so much loved was now covered from top to bottom in her 10:30 plan.
"YOU!!!! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU FERRETT!!!?!?!" She ignored the gasps and female cries of horror around her.
Malfoy smirked even more.
"Not spilling my undoubtedly planned coffee break all over my hideous, not-even-a-charity-would-take-clothes."
Hermione's eyes bulged and she stabbed his chest with her finger praying that it would be a dagger. "YOU!"
"Me!" Authors be wary, the twinkle had once again appeared in the usually ice cold eyes.
"FERRET!"
Malfoy frowned.
"I don't like that nickname Granger, be more respectful or else-"
"Or else what!?!" Hermione made a very large effort to lower her voice only being half successful, " You! Do you even know what this place is?? U-NI-VER-SI-TY it's where humans, this doesn't include you, go to study! AND this is the section that people actually study to HELP others live! Not to destroy their lives!!!"
"Malfoy's tone grew as cold as the ice that had appeared in his eyes, "Destroy their lives Granger? That's really rich coming from you."
Hermione was caught of guard and with curiosity asked, "Excuse me? I-I really don't understand-"
Malfoy closed his eyes for a moment and opened them with no ice and no twinkle and a carefully placed, non-organic, smirk on his face, "That's right I forgot just how dumb you really are Granger, it amuses me I have to admit!"
Hermione glared at him, "Malfoy, I don't know why you are here or what in the world you are doing but I warn you if I see you one more time I will take it upon myself to make sure everyone of your deepest fears come true!!!" and with that statement the female protagonist stormed back through the gate that had parted in the human wall and marched to her next class trying to forget the burning sensation in her chest, that made even the boiling coffee there seemed lukewarm.
Malfoy looked after the 5'2 and a three fourth figure walking off in the wrong direction of her next class and he gave a small sigh,
"Don't worry about making all my fears come true Granger…they all already have."
And he closed his eyes so that he wouldn't have to see that back facing him once again.
She finally got to her class after a little bit of searching nearly in tears to see that she had come 5 minutes late from having to perform a drying spell, she opened the door quickly ready for an apology.
"Ah! I see, miss do you realize this is a U-NI-VER-SI-TY where people go to study and not be interrupted by the site of some-" the teacher paused and turned to the class – "How many days till Halloween?" he turned to one of the prettiest girls in class with a smirk
"48!" She said nearly orgasmic.
"Wrong! 56! But you are so cute they should move it to 48 just for you" Another smirk that caused the glass to swoon appreciatingly and the boys to take furtitive notes as if their lives (love ones to be exact) depended on it.
"Miss Granger please wait that number of days till you come in here dressed like a homeless individual again alright? Thank you. Now class People come here to HELP other people continue their precious lives, not to disrupt them with your rude interruptions now please have the honor of sitting at the very front of the class but before you do that please class," and he waved a hand to get their attention that was already completely undivided, "Pity our little hobo, she truly looks even worse with the red overlapping her freckles so to save me from this ugly sight again please refrain from tormenting her too much this quarter" And with a smile Malfoy pointed to a seat that was in the very middle of the first row and looked like it had been the first desk ever made.
"I hope you don't mind Granger, we will be studying the very important aspect of 'like goes with like' I think the look of trash on trash is only appropriate for the benefit of the class don't you?"
Hermione didn't quite know how she got to her seat, she just kept telling herself that she would never cry and that she would use that shock that was going through her system to suppress the tears until she could take ten steps out of the class room then five to the left then two then four straight into a stall of the woman's bathroom and cry her eyes out. But for now, she mustn't cry.
She couldn't cry in front of her classmates that were now passing notes and pointing at her shamelessly. She could not cry in front of the boards of knowledge that she so much admired and trusted.
She most Definitely could not cry in front of the teacher.
…She could not cry in front of Malfoy…
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