OK!!! This is my fist fic so don't maim me, please *cowers in fear* I know this is short but this is all I could churn out and this is all your getting until I see if y'all like it cuz if y'all like it then I'll continue it but if I find that everybody hates it then I'll just let it sit. Mkay. So on with the ficcie
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The large, oak, double doors that served as the main entrance to the Great Hall flew open with a bang as a petite girl wearing a pleated, plaid mini-skirt and a black tank top with knee-high boots and fish-net stockings stepped through the entrance.
"Sorry I'm late, Gramps." She stated coolly, walking over to the Slytherin table. The girl walked past the stunned guys and jealous girls to stop at the empty seat next to Draco Malfoy and ask in a slightly seductive voice, "Is this seat taken?"
Malfoy, losing his 'cool' at the sight of her biting her lip in a semi-nervous way, managed to stammer, "Uhh, umm, duhh, no". Already knowing what his answer would be, she had sat down before he replied, taken out a bottle of black nail polish and painted her nails while waiting for 'Gramps' to announce who she was, and why she was here.
"Ah, Krys, I trust that you made it here alright?" Dumbledoor inquired, politely.
"Yes, my flight went very well, thank you" she replied with the same politeness.
"Pupils, this is Krysten Anderson, our Muggle Defense professor," the well-aged headmaster told them.
"Muggle defense? Why the bloody hell would we need that? Draco questioned without thinking about whom he was currently sitting next to.
"You will need it if I break your wand and kick your pathetic little cocksucking ass!!!" Krys yelled angrily and hoisted the hapless boy to his feet by his robes as she stood.
"And if I ever hear you disrespect me or my class, then I will do just that. Understand." It was a statement rather than a question, as she knew that he understood it perfectly. With that, Krysten stormed out of the Great hall and to the main room of where she would be staying. The Slytherin girls' dormitories.
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The large, oak, double doors that served as the main entrance to the Great Hall flew open with a bang as a petite girl wearing a pleated, plaid mini-skirt and a black tank top with knee-high boots and fish-net stockings stepped through the entrance.
"Sorry I'm late, Gramps." She stated coolly, walking over to the Slytherin table. The girl walked past the stunned guys and jealous girls to stop at the empty seat next to Draco Malfoy and ask in a slightly seductive voice, "Is this seat taken?"
Malfoy, losing his 'cool' at the sight of her biting her lip in a semi-nervous way, managed to stammer, "Uhh, umm, duhh, no". Already knowing what his answer would be, she had sat down before he replied, taken out a bottle of black nail polish and painted her nails while waiting for 'Gramps' to announce who she was, and why she was here.
"Ah, Krys, I trust that you made it here alright?" Dumbledoor inquired, politely.
"Yes, my flight went very well, thank you" she replied with the same politeness.
"Pupils, this is Krysten Anderson, our Muggle Defense professor," the well-aged headmaster told them.
"Muggle defense? Why the bloody hell would we need that? Draco questioned without thinking about whom he was currently sitting next to.
"You will need it if I break your wand and kick your pathetic little cocksucking ass!!!" Krys yelled angrily and hoisted the hapless boy to his feet by his robes as she stood.
"And if I ever hear you disrespect me or my class, then I will do just that. Understand." It was a statement rather than a question, as she knew that he understood it perfectly. With that, Krysten stormed out of the Great hall and to the main room of where she would be staying. The Slytherin girls' dormitories.