AN: I had a few reservations about posting this story here, the main reason: I've been stuck with the 8th Chapter for quite a while. This story is one of my precious babies so I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter and characters. The Plot and Kali are mine though.
The Granger Chronicle
Prologue: Welcome
Hermione Granger sat with her two best friends in the whole world; Harry James 'The-Blushing-Cutie' Potter and Ronald 'The-Boy-With-The-Emotions-Of-A-Teaspoon' Weasley.
They looked forward to their last year at Hogwarts, well mostly herself, she left her musings go astray far away from her mind, to pay attention to the Headmaster Albus 'The-Twinkle-man' Dumbledore begin his speech.
But just so happen that in the middle of his yearly 'Each Year More Odd' welcoming speech, the double doors of the Great Hall were pushed open.
Dumbledore stopped mid-word at the newest arrive to the enchanted castle, with an innocent smile, there she stood 5' 6'' at most, long dark hair and bright golden eyes, clad in boots, long faded denim jeans which had seen better days (hopefully), a grey tank top and a sleeveless black hoodie with a cherry blossom flowers printed to the left side of it.
"Sorry I'm late, Headmaster" she apologized, all eyes were on her, but just one pair narrowed at the newcomer. She strolled down to the High Table, under the many curious glazes and the still glaring pair.
The murmur that erupted throughout the Great Hall was soon silenced but the clicking sound of a spoon against a fragile cup of glass.
"Now, now children" Dumbledore called out "I'm sure you all wander who this dashing lady might be."
"I might add, hot to the sentence" whispered Ron to Seamus and Harry, Hermione whipped her head and glared at him, Ron just cowered, her stare was menacing, her eyes were ablaze, that just meant one thing, Hermione Granger was beyond mad, but how if just minutes ago she was just fine.
"Thank you Mr Weasley for your insight" Ron blushed crimson at this; Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued "As I was saying, the youngest Mistress in her field and who would be your Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, Miss Kali S. Noir."
Couple of things happen after that, everybody applauded, she saluted and very sharp and shiny dagger flew by nailing perfectly the left side of the high back chair behind the new DADA Professor, oh and should I mention a fleeting very livid lioness, shocked gasps, immediate murmur and a smirking new professor as she pulled off the dagger.
'Bring it on, my sweet, bring it on' she thought as she sat like nothing had happen.
Hermione was pacing, furiously, a box of cigarettes on her left hand her wand in the other one. She hated smokers, they were spreader of noxious toxics, besides they damaged their lungs and teeth, but oh smoking was so tempting right now, so that's why and unopened box of Benson & Hedges laid in her hand at that very minute, she had done it only once, it had been a dare and she never backed down from a challenge.
She made her mind, tapping the little box upside down against the palm of her hand, she removed the plastic from the green box and flipped the lid, taking one out she threw the box on against the wall and lit the fag with her wand, taking a long drag, and she sat on the edge of the arch shaped stone wall.
Exhaling the poisonous smoke from her lungs to the air of the night she thought 'This is a nightmare.'
Draco Malfoy was Head Boy, she was Head Girl, Voldemort was still alive, weaken but alive nonetheless, her parents were dead –another drag- her ride to Hogwarts hasn't sucked for the most part until she came face to face with the ferret wonder, who as usual had his plastered sneer with the worn out blasted nickname he had bestowed her with since he met her and then to fucking top it all off, SHE of all bloody people on the blasted universe, SHE have to come HERE and to be HER professor non-the-fucking-less.
"Fuck!" she mutter darkly.
She was so absorbed in her inner sulking she didn't hear the echoing footsteps in the deserted hallway nor she heard, someone stopping and picking up the box long forgotten on the floor, but what brought her out of her inner pessimist island where she stood alone was the voice of that said someone.
"Do you mind?" the voice she would know from miles away, oozing Malfoy said miles.
"What-bloody-ever" she said, not even looking away from the tree she was trying to burn to the ground with her heated glare alone.
Draco's eyebrows touched his hairline at this 'WHAT!' Was this serious? Miss goody two shoes was the one smoking alone in the corridor and did her just swore! Merlin where was the world going to?
He eyed the box in his hands, well this is a brand he had never heard of and they didn't looked like wizard's cigarettes but he wanted to smoke either way so ignoring the nagging voice at the back of his head that was saying 'it's tainted, it's a mudblood's, throw it at her'. He took one and lit it with his wand, taking a drag, he was surprised.
"I supposed muggles aren't that moronic after all, good taste."
"Smoke and just don't talk Malfoy, at all" she muttered, so she knew it was him, with a non-verbal spell she accio'ed the box to her again and took another one, with another flick of her wand she lit it, staring off at the dark space before her.
"How unbecoming of you Granger" What? Was he deaf? Didn't she just told him to smoke and shut up but instead of snap at him, for he wasn't truly the reason of her seeping anger, she tossed the cigarette, hopped down the edge and walked off.
Yes a lot of unbecoming and unexpected things about Hermione Granger, first up she doesn't glare at new professors, she kisses up to them, then there was the moment he thought she would blow up like a bloody volcano and of all people she threw a DAGGER at a PROFESSOR! (He knew just well because he just fucking knew!) Since when the know-it-all, had turned into such psycho? Then she was off, to the library he had assumed of course, well EEEECHG Wrong! She was on the edge of a wall, face hiding within the darkness around them and she was SMOKING, she the follower of all fucking rules known to man, wizard, merman, troll, goblin, giant and elf, was smoking and SWEARING, but the most unnerving thing she have done was to hop off the edge and walk off, no snapping or sod off ferret or anything, she just walked off.
Hermione made her way back to the Gryffindor common room where she wished to had some distracting time with her friends, but it wasn't until she have reached the portrait, she remembered she didn't have the password, so as she came, she went.
The still smirking Kali Noir plopped down on her bed from now on, holding the dagger in her hands, 5 inches of steel and titanium meshed together, carved in it a prayer in Celtic writing, a pentagram was the handle, all in all it was a very deadly small weapon and one of the kind, she should know, after all it was hers.
AN2: Well, there you go, anyways any commentaries (good, bad, flames, hate mail and such) can be left after you click on the button below (REVIEW). Help me overcome my nasty writer's block….
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