Guardian Angel

By Lyla93

Chapter Four

QUICK REVEIW: draco and hermione are the head girl and head boy. viktor krum has been blackmailed into becoming one of Dumbledores undercover agents. neville is suddenly amazingly cool. harry and ron are meanwhile busy sorting out their feelings for one another... hahaha jk.

i did not create the world of Harry Potter. but i live in it. muahaha

"This isn't working!" The headmaster exclaimed, frustratedly, as he paced his circular office. He had been monitoring the hidden cameras for the better part of the day, and was not satisfied with his work thus far.

"What did you expect to be happening? Minerva asked impatiently. "It's only the first week of classes, you have to give it time. Nothing amusing has happened yet, well, except for all the silly girls fawning over Neville Longbotom, and it may take a while for Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy to begin interacting in a way that satisfies you. You can't speed this kind of thing up."

Dumbledore folded his arms. "Ah ha! I know! They need more time together! Minerva, please rearrange all the seventh year classes so that Gryffindors and Slytherins have them together."

"I'm afraid that's quite impossible-"

"DO IT!"

Minerva sighed. "This isn't going to help matters, you know. Forcing them together will just make them hate eachother more."

"Ahhh, but isn't hate a very passionate emotion?"

"WHAT?" Harry Potter yelped as he read the announcement pinned up in Gryffindor Tower.

"What is it?" Ronald Weasley stood up and made his way over to the news board. He quickley read the notice over Harry's shoulder and shreiked in terror.

Hermione stood up from her comprouble arm chair by the fire, and went to see what the hooplah was about.

"OH. They're combining all our classes with Slytherins? That's an odd thing to do.."

"IT'S A TERRIBLE THING TO DO! Now we have to put up with Draco Malfoy every single day in every single class!"

Hermione stroked her chin as if she had a beard. "Well, you most likely won't see him in every single class. I'm fairly certain you're taking a few different classes this year. You'll have to put up with Slytherins in every class anyway, but it won't always be Draco Malfoy."

Dumbledore looked up from the survelence cameras in alarm.

"Minerva, is it true?"

"Is what true?" She replied impatiently.

"Draco and Hermione won't be in all the same classes? That was the whole point of me doing this, you know! They have to be together, like, twenty-four seven! Out of sight, out of mind, dontcha know!"

Profesor Mcgonagal consulted her clipboard. "Hmmmm. Well it seems as if their scheduales are almost identicle-"

The Headmaster sighed in relief.

"-except for one thing. Hermione is in Muggle Studies, and Mr. Malfoy is in Divination."

"Oh. Well, this can be easily solved. Put Ms. Granger in Divination."

"I'm afraid Hermione doesn't qualify for the class. Trelawney requires and Exceeds Expectations from the O.W.L.s for her seventh year Dinination class."

"Oh. Then put Draco Malfoy in Muggle Studies."

"I want you to think very carefully about what you just said."

Dumbledore just looked confused.

McGonagal sighed. "The phrases 'Draco Malfoy' and 'Muggle' should never be put into the same sentance. At least, not unless the word 'kill' is in there too."

"Oh yeaaa, the Malfoys don't like Muggles do they?"

"Don't LIKE? I would say they despise Muggles."

"Whatever. Just put him in the class."

The Transfiguration Profesor shook her head. "I hope you know what you're getting into."

The next day, all seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins were out of control. Putting them together for the whole day was definetly a BAD idea.

But let's backtrack. Here's how the first class went:

"Okay, everybody, settle down, settle down!" The tiny Flitwick cried. Harry shoved his wand (which had been pointed at Malfoy) reluctantly back into his pocket.

Malfoy did the same after a brief hesitation. "We'll finish this later, Gryffindorks."

"Anytime, you, er, slytherin slimeface!"

"Seriously, 'slimeface'? What are you, four?"

"Shut up, it's just a lot harder coming up with names for Slytherins!"

"Sit down, please! Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy! Class needs to start!"

"Psst! Come in, Agent Hobbit!"

The students were taking their time finding seats, and not paying their professor any attention, so Flitwick turned to face the blackboard and whispered lowly into the walkie-talkie. "What is it, King Bee?"

"Look in the upper right hand drawer of your desk. I left you a little surprise."

Flitwick did so quickly. It seemed to be a drawing with sqares and students names covering it.

"What is this?" He asked.

"It's a seating arrangement for your class!"

Glancing at it, the Charms teacher shuddered. "They'll murder eachother!"

"I doubt it, the killing curse is highly illegal. GTG now, good luck! King Bee OUT!"

"WAIT! This will never work!" But, alas, Flitwick recieved no answer. He sighed, "Oh lordy lou!"

Firing his wand to gain the attention of the youths, Flitwick began pointing at various tables, calling out names.

"-Over here, let's have Parvarti Patil and Millicant Bulstrode. Here, Neville Longbottom and Gregory Goyle. Next, Harry Potter and Blaise Zabini and then here we have Theodore Nott and Ron Weasley. Then right here, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger..."

The class was not too pleased, to say the least.

Gryffindors and Slytherins greeted their table mates with either a glaring silence or a serious threat. Hermione, however, tried to be mature about it.

"I guess we're partners, then, Malfoy." She said pleasently.

"Ew."

"What a coincidence. You know, us both being Heads."

"Don't remind me."

Hermione shut up after that.

NEXT CLASS

"-and at this table, Mr. Weasly, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini, and Ms. Granger, please."

Unlike Charms class, the students rushed to obey their profesor. You don't mess with Mcgonagal. They disliked eachother more quietly in this classroom.

NEXT CLASS

"Okay, i'll now put everyone in groups of two so they can practice this spell! Hermione and Draco, Neville and Vincent-"

Everyone groaned, having figured out the pattern. Slytherins were being paired with Gryffindors in every class. It was no coincidence, that much was sure. But, why? Were the profesors conspiring against them? No, no... that's a silly idea...

By the end of the day, the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins were wiped out. It really hurts your face muscles to glare for long periods of time. Goyles face actually became frozen in a pernament scowl, and he had to go see Madame Pomfrey.

That evening, Harry Potter put up a flier in the common room for Quidditch trials to be held on saturday at 9 in the morning.

Draco Malfoy did the same.

You would think they might have coordinated, but, since they never spoke except for insults, both captains had no idea.

The next morning, Draco was pulled aside before breakfast by his head of house, Profesor Snape.

"Draco, there's been a slight change in your scheduale. Due to the enormous size of you Divination Class, a few students were randomly selected to be transfered out of it."

"Great! That Trelawnys a psycho!"

"You've been placed in Muggle Studies."

Draco frowned. "Muggle Studies? What, do they bring in one for us to dissect?"

"Erm, no. You learn about their customs and stuff."

"Oh. Ew. No. I already have to hang with the mudblood all day, why would i want to sit and chat about filthy muggles?"

"It won't be that bad." Snape smiled in a pained kind of way. "It may be... interesting."

"Hmmmm... do ya think i'll be able to figure out an excellent contagious disease that will wipe the Muggles off the face of the earth!"

"Err... maybe?"

"Ok then, i'll take the class."

Severus Snape sighed in relief and went upstairs to report a succesfull mission to Dumbledore.

"Severus, what derogaroty word starts with an 'R'?" Dumbledore asked as the potions master entered his office.

"Rat?"

"Hmmm... how 'bout an 'A'?"

"Ass?"

"I don't know if either of those really have the right pizaz!"

"What are you up to, Headmaster?"

"Which do you like better, Slytherat or Slytherass?"

"WHAT?"

"Well, there's always been the classic 'Gryffindork', but no one has been able to come up with a suitable retaliation!"

"Sometimes I wonder about you..." Severus murmered to himself.

Dumbledore looked up from his desk. "Did you say something?"

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