Title: Adventures in Life Drawing
Author: Dav
Rating: PG-13 to R, although that is for later chapters.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns it all, except for what she doesn't own. I think that about covers it. ^.^
Comments: Thanks to my boyfriend for being my unwilling and unaware beta- reader for this fic. But I really do need a beta reader, so if anyone is up to it, let me know.
This is a slash that is to be filled with situation humour, although that last part is entirely up to your perception of humourous situations. If you don't like SLASH SLASH SLASH then I suggest you don't read it. Righto, on we go.
Chapter One: A New Class
"Welcome, students and staff, to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore carefully got up from his chair, with Professor Snape at his arm helping him to stand. "Thank you, Severus. Before we get started with the feast, I have a few announcements."
"Like usual," Ron muttered. Harry shrugged and Hermione hit the redhead in the arm.
"Quiet Ron. Lord, you're always hungry."
"First of all," Dumbledore continued, "I would like to recognize a few people who have been awarded great honours this summer. Please stand when I call your name. Ahem...Sirius Black..."
Sirius, who was sitting at the teachers' table, rose slowly and nodded to the light applause. Having been recently cleared of all accusations, he had taken the freshly vacant position of Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"...Filius Flitwick..."
The tiny professor stood upon his seat, with a bit of help from McGonagall.
"...Hermione Granger..."
A flush settling over her cheeks, Hermione stood to a roar of applause from the Gryffindor table.
"...Draco Malfoy..."
The arrogant 7th year stood up and tossed his shoulder length blond hair. Hermione rolled her eyes at the smirk on his face.
"...and Severus Snape."
Already standing, Snape nodded to the room, a somber look upon his face. He still had a hand under Dumbledore's elbow. Everyone gazed about the room, looking from one person to the other.
"As you all most likely know, this summer brought about many changes. Lord Voldemort -" most everyone shuddered "- is no more, and many Death Eaters have been brought to justice. Those who are standing have received the Order of Merlin, 1st Class for their bravery and valor. Now, could Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Ginny Weasley stand. The rest of you may sit down."
A slight murmur ran through the room as the exchange took place. Harry felt like a million eyes were burning through him. Dumbledore smiled warmly.
"These three brave souls have received an award that has never been given before. They have received the Aeternus Lux Medallion. Without Harry, Ronald, and Ginny, this war may have waged for a long time still.* We all thank you."
Harry smiled, inwardly wishing that he hadn't been the one, but also grateful that it was all over. The applause throughout the room was deafening, but it slowly died down as Dumbledore raised a hand.
"Alright, alright. You may sit once more. One last announcement, and then we can get to the good part. This year we are offering a new class to be taught by Professor Lupin. He has given up Defense Against the Dark Arts to Professor Black, and agreed to teach in a new area. This class will only be offered to 6th and 7th year students. If you are interested, stay on after the feast. And now...we eat!"
As the elderly wizard took his seat, the tables became laden with food and drink. Talking interspersed with eating immediately ensued.
"I hope the new class is intensive studies to prepare us for life after Hogwarts," Hermione said as she picked up a roll. "I can't wait to find out what it is. Are you staying, Ron?"
"Yeah, but the moment I hear intensive studies, I'm going to the tower. I swear, Hermione, your love of studying is frightfully unnatural."
Hermione pursed her lips and crossed her arms. After a moment, she turned to Harry. "What about you?"
Harry smiled, "I don't see why not. I wish we had some sort of idea of what it entails, though. But if Lupin's teaching the class, it can't be something awful, right?"
******
"Thank you all for staying." Lupin had cleared away all the tables save one, which was full of 6th and 7th years. Draco, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all sitting together near the front of the hall. Malfoy was reaching around Harry's back to punch Ron, and Hermione was slapping his hand away.
"Pay attention," she hissed at him. Draco rolled his eyes and looked back to Lupin.
"The new class is Life Drawing for Witches and Wizards. Of course, this class will have little to do with magic. You will be employing simple spells, such as Lumos and Leviosa, but other than that, this class is based on artistic skill. This having been said, if you feel this isn't the class for you, you may now leave."
Several students stood and made their way to the door. Ron and Ginny both stood as well.
"What's wrong," Harry asked.
"Horrible artistic skill runs in the Weasley family," Ginny explained. "I'd fail miserably."
"Yeah," Ron agreed. "I couldn't draw to save my life."
"See you later," Ginny said as she and her brother left the hall. After everything had settled down again, Lupin resumed his talk.
"Now that we know who is really interested, we need to have a serious discussion. As you may or may not know, Life Drawing deals with studies of the nude human form. In layman's terms, we will be drawing naked models."
Several students snickered and Harry noticed Hermione turn an interesting shade of pink.
"Mr. Williams, Mr. Sheppard, Ms. Low, and Mr. Griffith, thank you for your interest, but you may leave. This class leaves no room for immaturity which is exactly why we only offered it to 6th and 7th years."
The four students reluctantly left. Lupin turned his eyes to Hermione. "Is everything alright, Ms. Granger?"
"Yes. Fine." She put her hands over her cheeks. "I'm okay."
"Good. Well," he surveyed the remaining students. "I suppose that sixteen is the perfect number for our class. If you will all write your names down on this paper -" he waved his wand and some parchment sailed over to the table "- the class will be added to your scheduals. It will be a joy having you."
*AN: I'm not going to explain the ins and outs of Voldemort's defeat, because that isn't the purpose of this story. Long story short, The Good Guys win, Malfoy is now a good guy, and lots of people are happy. Blah blah. I just wanted to set the scene. ^.^
Author: Dav
Rating: PG-13 to R, although that is for later chapters.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns it all, except for what she doesn't own. I think that about covers it. ^.^
Comments: Thanks to my boyfriend for being my unwilling and unaware beta- reader for this fic. But I really do need a beta reader, so if anyone is up to it, let me know.
This is a slash that is to be filled with situation humour, although that last part is entirely up to your perception of humourous situations. If you don't like SLASH SLASH SLASH then I suggest you don't read it. Righto, on we go.
Chapter One: A New Class
"Welcome, students and staff, to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore carefully got up from his chair, with Professor Snape at his arm helping him to stand. "Thank you, Severus. Before we get started with the feast, I have a few announcements."
"Like usual," Ron muttered. Harry shrugged and Hermione hit the redhead in the arm.
"Quiet Ron. Lord, you're always hungry."
"First of all," Dumbledore continued, "I would like to recognize a few people who have been awarded great honours this summer. Please stand when I call your name. Ahem...Sirius Black..."
Sirius, who was sitting at the teachers' table, rose slowly and nodded to the light applause. Having been recently cleared of all accusations, he had taken the freshly vacant position of Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"...Filius Flitwick..."
The tiny professor stood upon his seat, with a bit of help from McGonagall.
"...Hermione Granger..."
A flush settling over her cheeks, Hermione stood to a roar of applause from the Gryffindor table.
"...Draco Malfoy..."
The arrogant 7th year stood up and tossed his shoulder length blond hair. Hermione rolled her eyes at the smirk on his face.
"...and Severus Snape."
Already standing, Snape nodded to the room, a somber look upon his face. He still had a hand under Dumbledore's elbow. Everyone gazed about the room, looking from one person to the other.
"As you all most likely know, this summer brought about many changes. Lord Voldemort -" most everyone shuddered "- is no more, and many Death Eaters have been brought to justice. Those who are standing have received the Order of Merlin, 1st Class for their bravery and valor. Now, could Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Ginny Weasley stand. The rest of you may sit down."
A slight murmur ran through the room as the exchange took place. Harry felt like a million eyes were burning through him. Dumbledore smiled warmly.
"These three brave souls have received an award that has never been given before. They have received the Aeternus Lux Medallion. Without Harry, Ronald, and Ginny, this war may have waged for a long time still.* We all thank you."
Harry smiled, inwardly wishing that he hadn't been the one, but also grateful that it was all over. The applause throughout the room was deafening, but it slowly died down as Dumbledore raised a hand.
"Alright, alright. You may sit once more. One last announcement, and then we can get to the good part. This year we are offering a new class to be taught by Professor Lupin. He has given up Defense Against the Dark Arts to Professor Black, and agreed to teach in a new area. This class will only be offered to 6th and 7th year students. If you are interested, stay on after the feast. And now...we eat!"
As the elderly wizard took his seat, the tables became laden with food and drink. Talking interspersed with eating immediately ensued.
"I hope the new class is intensive studies to prepare us for life after Hogwarts," Hermione said as she picked up a roll. "I can't wait to find out what it is. Are you staying, Ron?"
"Yeah, but the moment I hear intensive studies, I'm going to the tower. I swear, Hermione, your love of studying is frightfully unnatural."
Hermione pursed her lips and crossed her arms. After a moment, she turned to Harry. "What about you?"
Harry smiled, "I don't see why not. I wish we had some sort of idea of what it entails, though. But if Lupin's teaching the class, it can't be something awful, right?"
******
"Thank you all for staying." Lupin had cleared away all the tables save one, which was full of 6th and 7th years. Draco, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all sitting together near the front of the hall. Malfoy was reaching around Harry's back to punch Ron, and Hermione was slapping his hand away.
"Pay attention," she hissed at him. Draco rolled his eyes and looked back to Lupin.
"The new class is Life Drawing for Witches and Wizards. Of course, this class will have little to do with magic. You will be employing simple spells, such as Lumos and Leviosa, but other than that, this class is based on artistic skill. This having been said, if you feel this isn't the class for you, you may now leave."
Several students stood and made their way to the door. Ron and Ginny both stood as well.
"What's wrong," Harry asked.
"Horrible artistic skill runs in the Weasley family," Ginny explained. "I'd fail miserably."
"Yeah," Ron agreed. "I couldn't draw to save my life."
"See you later," Ginny said as she and her brother left the hall. After everything had settled down again, Lupin resumed his talk.
"Now that we know who is really interested, we need to have a serious discussion. As you may or may not know, Life Drawing deals with studies of the nude human form. In layman's terms, we will be drawing naked models."
Several students snickered and Harry noticed Hermione turn an interesting shade of pink.
"Mr. Williams, Mr. Sheppard, Ms. Low, and Mr. Griffith, thank you for your interest, but you may leave. This class leaves no room for immaturity which is exactly why we only offered it to 6th and 7th years."
The four students reluctantly left. Lupin turned his eyes to Hermione. "Is everything alright, Ms. Granger?"
"Yes. Fine." She put her hands over her cheeks. "I'm okay."
"Good. Well," he surveyed the remaining students. "I suppose that sixteen is the perfect number for our class. If you will all write your names down on this paper -" he waved his wand and some parchment sailed over to the table "- the class will be added to your scheduals. It will be a joy having you."
*AN: I'm not going to explain the ins and outs of Voldemort's defeat, because that isn't the purpose of this story. Long story short, The Good Guys win, Malfoy is now a good guy, and lots of people are happy. Blah blah. I just wanted to set the scene. ^.^
