Disclaimer: I live in my own little world, don't sue me for borrowing JK's characters, they're just here in my mind.

A/N: Ok folks…that was dismal. Over 300 readers and only 3 reviewed? That hurts…After this chapter if I don't get at least 5 reviews (which is a sad number anyways) I'm just going to scrap it. Thanks so much to my reviewers though! I love ya!

Chapter 2 – Blonde Haired Vermin

Her morning coffee had been ruined by the big ominous owl that swept through her kitchen window. It was the details of her sentence. She let her head drop to the table with a loud thump. Ron stirred on the couch, muttering something about Creevy and his bloody annoying camera.

Sighing resignedly she broke the seal on the letter and read it carefully.

Dear Ms. Granger,

We are very pleased to that you are attending our school this season. Please floo to the BDSM (Britain Dance School for Magicians) for your first lesson tomorrow at 9 am. Please wear suitable clothing, something comfortable, and bring a change of clothes.

Yours Sincerely,

Principle of BDSM

M

Unable to vent her anger on anything she decided to walk at least partially to work, to lose some of her anger. She couldn't help one last moment of cruelty though before she left. She walked up to Ron asleep on the couch still and bent down close to his ear.

"YOU'RE LATE FOR POTIONS! SNAPE IS GOING TO KILL YOU!" she shrieked then quickly walked out the door.

Ron jumped up startled and fell on the floor screaming almost incoherently about not wanting to clean out any more bedpans. He looked around at the now empty apartment and muttered, 'I hate when she does that. Why always Snape…I could deal with Flitwick or Sprout…'

As she closed the door she heard the muttering and left with a small smile dancing around her lips. It faded quickly when she was met with a beautiful sunny day. It didn't match her gloomy and bitter feelings so it was obviously out to get her. Or she was just paranoid.

Everywhere she walked she was bombarded with sickening sweetness: a little child playing with his dog, two lovers strolling hand in hand, flowers blooming in abundance. It was almost enough to make anyone forget the terrors of the world. To forget that you couldn't count on anyone, and that hurt was always just around the corner. Forgetting about that would someone forget to keep up their walls…and that was just dangerous.

She decided to Apparate the rest of the way to the Ministry and she walked into an alleyway to disappear.

When she arrived at her department everything appeared normal. No one mentioned yesterday's incident and they all seemed friendly enough. However, when she went into her office she noticed a few discreet differences. All of the furniture seemed to be stuck in place, all of the sharp objects seemed to be filed down. No matter how hard she tried to sharpen them, with and without magic, her pencils stayed blunt. Her quills seemed to have disappeared to be replaced with washable markers.

Markers for goodness sakes! How was she ever going to write a mature letter to someone and be taken seriously. On closer inspection, they were scented as well.

'Great,' she thought, 'I'm sure the Minister will love his reports written in purple marker that smells like grapes.'

The last straw occurred when she went to staple some papers together and found a pack of gum where her stapler used to be.

She decided to go home early. Her colleagues were grateful.

Dinner that night was a tense affair.

She was still barely talking to Ron who was now rambling about Quidditch, trying to relieve some of the palpable tension. It wasn't working. Quidditch just annoyed her more.

She went to bed early that night. He slept on the couch again.

Her alarm woke her at 8 and she stumbled out of bed into the shower. She dried her hair with a charm and threw it up into a messy ponytail. She chose a pair of sweats, a tank top and runners. She went into the kitchen and scarfed down a quick breakfast before flooing to the school.

She opened her eyes with trepidation and looked around. Her first impression was movement. People were bustling everywhere, running here and there. Teenagers were chatting and lugging huge bags around, obviously destined for classes. They had the best posture she'd ever seen on teenagers. They all moved with a lithe grace that seemed to come naturally. Self-consciously, she straightened her back. Years of toting around heavy bags full of books had given her terrible posture.

The school had high ceilings and was incredibly warm. Different hallways seemed to be painted different colours and she started to notice that the students were also. A gaggle of girls that looked to be about 13 rushed past her, wearing light blue ensembles and dashed down the matching corridor.

Unsure of where to go she looked down at herself quickly, wondering if perhaps her clothes had changed to tell her where to go. She looked down quickly and saw her regular clothes. Embarrassed, she looked up again to see a young, and handsome man, staring at her with a bemused expression.

"You must be Ms. Granger," he said kindly, with a faint Italian accent.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, hoping that her cheeks weren't blazing red from mortification.

"You are down the dark green hallway, second door on the right. The principle will be there shortly."

She gazed down the hallway. Green. Of course it was green.

She walked to the door he had directed her to and pushed it open. It was even warmer in there and the ceilings seemed to stretch into oblivion. The room was huge, with smooth polished wood floors. One wall was completely covered in floor to, presumably, the ceiling. It had a long wooden bar running along it at chest height. There was a shallow box in one corner with a weird yellow crystallized substance at the bottom. Other than that, it was empty.

"Good morning Granger," came a distinctly familiar drawl that gave her chills.

She spun around quickly to see none other than Draco Malfoy staring straight back at her with a small smile.

"You?!? Wh-what?! YOU!?" she spluttered.

"Yes, it is me. How grateful I am to you for stating the obvious."

"I can NOT be taught by you, you spineless, disgusting, egotistical, prat!"

"Although those were much more creative than 'you', while in class I would prefer it if you would call me Draco, although Mr.Malfoy will do fine as well."

She just glared at him with contempt. "I want another teacher. Any other teacher. I would rather be taught by a legless and blind centaur than you. Who owns this place? I wish to speak with them."

"Why I do. I started it, I own it, I run it. And since all of our legless blind centaurs are currently occupied by other things, I will be the one teaching you."

She was shocked by his dry sense of humour, but not nearly shocked enough to dispel her desire to claw his face with her nails and rip out his perfect hair. He had made her life miserable all through school, and although he had switched sides during the war and was invaluable in the defeat she had always assumed he was holed away in some distant country doing dastardly deeds and making copious amounts of money. A little cliché perhaps, but she liked it that way.

The only thing stopping her from storming out was her job. One more discretion and she was sure they would fire her. There were other jobs of course, but she did some real good there, and felt like she was making a difference. It was the perfect job for her, despite some of the unsavoury people she had to deal with. She bit down on her tongue so hard she could taste blood.

"Now, since we have that out of the way, I think we should start you off with running. Generally, we don't get our dancers to do laps, since running builds muscles in different areas that dance does. However, you have some catching up to do, and you will need to work on your stamina. We'll start with five laps of the school."

She just stared at him dumbly. Had he just insulted her? "I'm in great shape, thank you very much!" she spat.

He just shrugged. She stared at herself in the mirrors. She had always been secretively proud of her body. She never really did exercise but she ate well and had grown into a beautiful woman. Her hair was more tamed and she had developed some wonderful curves.

With surprising grace he lifted a foot onto the bar and pointed his other foot to the side. Bending over his leg and putting his face to his knee he stretched repeatedly.

Hermione just glared harder. 'No self respecting man should be able to bend like that,' she thought bitterly, although admittedly, his ass did look fabulous in those tight black pants. Actually, all of him looked completely delectable. He was wearing a tight black wife beater, those tight black pants, and black socks. His arms were sculpted nicely and she could tell his entire body was as well. His shoulders had broadened out a bit over the years and he had stopped slicking back his hair.

She shook her head slowly, and could practically feel her brain turning into mush. Those thoughts were completely unacceptable and unwanted. He was vermin. Blonde haired vermin.

"You might want to stretch," he suggested. He now sat on the floor with both legs spread, nose to the floor.

"Most definitely shouldn't be able to do that," she muttered.

If he heard he didn't say anything.

"I don't need to!" she snapped, more loudly this time.

Once again he just shrugged.

Feeling stupid just standing there, she did a couple of goalie stretches then waited, very impatiently, for him to be done.

He pulled his wand out of who knows where and a pair of sneakers appeared. Throwing them on he walked over to a door that Hermione hadn't noticed upon first inspection.

It was moderately cool out and was once again a clear day.

"I don't expect you to be able to keep up today, it will take time. Just do your best. If you can't do five laps that's fine as well."

She imagined kicking his head in with steel toed boots, and resolved to do the five laps if it killed her, and hopefully beat him.

She soon realized that her goals were beyond idiotic. She had started off strong but before she'd even got to the halfway point around the school she was severely winded. It was a large school, but she was also quite out of shape. He passed her with ease.

By the fourth lap she felt like she was about to die. He had passed her three times by this point. 'FUCK now it's four!' she thought as he ran past her. He didn't even have the decency to look tired. By this point she was dripping in sweat.

As she completed her last lap she hobbled over to the bushes and puked up her breakfast. Using Scourgify on her mouth she made her way inside, aching all over.

He looked up from his spot on the floor. You should have stretched.

"If I had any strength left, I would beat the shit out of you" she gasped and threw herself down on the floor.

He let out a short laugh and she stared at him in shock. She wanted to scream at him but she didn't have the energy.

As she caught her breathe, the questions that had been bubbling inside of her burst out, "So what the fuck are you doing here anyways?"

"Teaching."

"And I state the obvious?! I mean, since when do you dance? Why aren't you off gloating over your tons of galleons and terrorizing innocent people?! Is this dance school actually a front for a Death Eater hide out?"

He stared straight at her. She glared back at him with a fierceness that left most trembling in her wake. After a long pause she looked away feeling as though she had gotten into a starling contest with a statue.

"You know I wasn't on that side, I fought with you. I enjoy dancing. My mother made me take all types of ballroom, as do all of the other pureblooded families. After the war, I was at a loss of what to do. I decided to live my life doing something I enjoy."

"Bullshit!" she scoffed loudly, "I bet your students are all 'pureblooded' scum too."

For the first time that day she saw anger flare up in his gray eyes. They had a depth to them that overwhelmed her.

"So far I have been lenient, but do not insult my students."

Hermione was reminded strongly of a certain Headmaster at that statement.

"Now, I see you didn't bring a change of clothes so you may want to try a few scourgify charms before we get in to some basic stretches. We won't get to any dance moves today seeing as how you're outfitted improperly. I will owl you a list of the things you will need for next class and where you can find them."

Once again, she wasn't sure if she should be insulted but she did cast a few charms to make herself more presentable.

"Alright, if you could please make your way over to the bar we can begin with some simplistic ballet stretches and moves that will make you more limber. Take off your shoes for now and start in first position, as far turned out as you can."

She stared dumbly at him, holding onto the bar with one hand. She felt extremely ignorant and hated it, especially since it was Malfoy.

He gave a slightly frustrated huff and ran his fingers through his hair, "I didn't realize how far back we'd have to start. I thought all little girls took ballet and wanted to get a pink tutu."

This time she really was insulted, "Look here Malfoy, unlike yourself, I never desired to prance around in tights with a huge poofy pink skirt! I was enrolled in all sorts of gifted programs and my mother didn't feel that such activity was pertinent."

She turned her nose up at him slightly and he couldn't help but grin. He knew she was annoyed at knowing less then him at something and it was quite hilarious.

He walked over to her and turned her to face the bar.

"Place just your fingertips lightly on the bar. It will support you, but you don't need to grip it like your best friend is falling off a cliff. Now put your heels together, and turn your feet as far as you can to face opposite walls."

She did as she was told, but sent him a scathing look in the mirror. He ignored it, if they were going to get anything done, he was going to have to be the mature one.

"Now plies. It's French for bend or to incline, therefore you bend your knees, trying to put them over the tips of your toes."

She tried to do as he said but she felt like she was going to fall over.

"No no no. You must turn out from the hips, to make your angles line up."

He snaked his hands around to her hips to turn out her legs. Shivers raced from where his hands touched and snaked up her back and to her toes. She couldn't believe the reaction she was getting, she tried to convince herself that it was chills of disgust from him putting his hands on her. 'Yeh and I hate reading!' a little sarcastic voice in the back of her head shouted. She tried desperately to focus on the words he was saying.

She soon realized how demanding of a teacher he was. He put her through different stretches, each more strenuous then the last, trying to gauge how advanced she was. He had conjured different beats and was yelling out all kinds of numbers to her and poking her here and there to remind her to keep her back straight, or her butt tucked in or some other thing that she would forget while trying to remember everything else. She felt completely at a loss and it was a terrible feeling for her. She had never felt so inept in her life.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only 45 minutes he finally told her to break.

"You've done well. I can tell we have quite a bit of work ahead of us but at least you have decided to listen and not be insufferable as always. We'll start with a simplistic salsa routine next week if you practice these stretches. I have another class now, but I'll see you next week, same time." He gave her an elegant bow and walked out of the room.

She felt dismissed and she didn't like it one bit, but she was happy to be able to get home.

Once there she collapsed on her bed, her muscles shaking from fatigue and overexertion. Ron walked in to check on her and found his girlfriend a complete wreck.

"Hermione?" he asked with trepidation.

From her spot on the bed she just moaned, "Malfoy. Dance. Must buy books. Damn ferret…" and promptly began to snore.

He covered her up with a blanket and walked out shaking his head, life was going to get much more interesting.

A/N: I know this is a terrible way to end it, and the chapter was just mediocre but it's a transition chapter basically. PLEASE REVIEW I LOVE YOU!!

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