Chapter 3 – A New Tale Is Woven

Previously:

Jack sat back down, listening intently to the old man; forbidden forest, his interest heightened, he had so many questions which would have to be put on hold for now. He felt a pang of longing for the sea, its salty air and gusting winds calling to him; teasing him. He shut his eyes momentarily picturing himself at sea behind the captain's wheel, barking out orders to his crew. His braided hair blowing in the wind, the waves lapping against his ship, Hermione standing….his thoughts came to an abrupt halt….Hermione? Why on earth was he thinking of her like that again?

"Jack."

"Jack"

He blinked and groaned as he got up out of bed. Her voice whispered once more and he looked around the room, it couldn't be her, it was impossible.

"Jack."

Her face came into view, "Lizzie…" He reached out, just as his hand touched her face, as she moved closer towards him, her face changed. The straight dirty blonde hair turned frizzy and brown, everything began to change until he was suddenly face to face with the girl who'd saved his life.

She spoke one word, "Jack."

"Miss Granger?" For once in his life he was speechless as she closed the distance between them.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

A loud bang was heard as the sound sleeper was startled out of his sleep and proceeded to fall into a heap on the wooden floor beside the bed. His dreads splayed over the ground as he let out a groan, opening his eyes he glared at the object that had rudely awakened him.

Jack slowly sat up, bringing his hand up to his forehead, "What the hell is that little bugger?" He winced as he brushed against the bruise forming on his head before jabbing the clock floating atop the nightstand.

Unsure of how to shut it off, the pirate captain slammed his fist into it, sending the object flying towards the ground, silence ensuing it's abrupt fall.

With a loud yawn, he stood up and headed the bathroom, realizing he had his first ever class to teach in the next thirty minutes.

This will be an interesting day that's for sure mate. He thought to himself as he closed the door behind himself.

Back In 1741

"What do you mean he jumped off the cliff?" Elizabeth all but shrieked at Will as he sat down on the plush couch in the middle of her living room.

The blacksmith sighed in frustration, "I mean exactly as I stated Elizabeth. Jack was last seen jumping off of the cliffs according to Norrington and his men. They looked over and saw nothing, no body, nothing at all but the raging sea below. He must have survived somehow unless of course the sea drug him below…." He trailed off upon seeing the sad expression gracing his fiancés face. "I'm sure he's fine, you know how Jack is; he always pulls himself out of situations like this." Will attempted to comfort her, even though he himself didn't quite believe what he was saying.

Elizabeth remained silent, just staring off into space. Her thoughts raced at the speed of light in her head. Did he survive, had he somehow escaped death once more? If so, where the hell was he? Or did he… she attempted to blink back the tears, unable to even finish the thought. The idea that he could be…that he might be….goose bumps traveled over her skin and she shivered, leaning back into the chair she sat in.

Will reached out and grasped his fiancés hands, rubbing them gently, trying to comfort her once more. "Look I am sure he is fine, I have to go over some plans with Norrington in a few hours and I'll ask him to send some of his men to search for Jack."

Elizabeth snorted at this, "You know James could care less, why would he do such a thing?"

"Because I have sway over the royal navy thanks to you and your father, that's why." Will smiled up at his wife to be, kissing her hands before walking towards the kitchen.

Elizabeth sighed, her mind still racing, wondering what sort of trouble Jack had gotten himself into this time around if he was still….she gulped down the lump in her throat….alive.

At Hogwarts:

Jack sauntered into his classroom, completely dumbfounded as to what he was supposed to be teaching his class. All eyes locked on him as he swaggered up to the front of the room, taking a swig of rum from the container he had pulled from his belt as though it were nothing more than a container of water.

"Hello… class." He addressed everyone, winking at Hermione whom was looking up at him from her seat. "I'm Captain...er Professor Sparrow. To be honest with ye, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be teaching ye so I shall start this class off by telling ye tales of my many adventures prior to becoming a teacher savvy." Jack had no clue where to even start as he sat down on the desk, surveying the room and students.

His kohl lined eyes widened in surprise and partial enjoyment as he took in the girl's attire. Never had he seen a skirt so short before or a top so low and so…revealing. He smirked, flashing his teeth causing the girls in the front to giggle and blush uncontrollably. Hermione rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the new professor. She didn't understand what it was about him that made him so damn attractive but she had to admit he had something.

Jack cleared his throat, beginning on a tale spun from the day he found himself marooned on an island with nothing but a pistol with a single shot and some rum. The whole time he talked, his found his attention pulled towards the brunette who had saved his life. He had no clue why on earth he couldn't stop looking over at her, she definitely wasn't your typical run of the mill woman…bugger…he really had to stop thinking about her like that. He was twice her age and her bloody professor now for god sakes! He mentally yelled at himself all the while regaling the class with details of how he'd escaped the island on the backs of sea turtles.

The girls and even the boys seemed interested, all sitting up in their seats instead of slumped over half asleep like they would have been had it been Professor Binns teaching this class once again.

Hermione found herself entranced in his story and wondering how much of it was the truth; her eyes drifting over his handsome and rugged face as he spoke. She felt her cheeks darken in a blush as he suddenly locked eyes with her. She looked away quickly, trying to look as though she was interested in the muggle studies book that lay atop her desk.

Finally class ended, all too slowly for Hermione, it was torture, having to sit there and looking everywhere else but the sexy professor in the front of the room.

She watched as Jack tried to discreetly take a gulp of rum as he walked towards his office. Smirking and shaking her head, she grabbed her bookbag and quickly made her way out of the classroom, heading for her dorm room.

"Hey 'Mione!" A voice rang through the crowded hall catching Hermione's attention; she grimaced at the overused nickname. Flaming red hair became visible as Ron made his way towards her. "Listen...I was wondering if maybe, well if you could help me get La..." She braced herself, praying Ron wasn't going to ask what she thought he was going to ask. "go to the ball with me? I know you hate her and all and you are probably still upset with me for all this but I thought you would help a bloke out, considering I am still your best mate." His words came out as a ramble, almost too fast for her to catch onto.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" She asked, realizing she only caught the last four words of his sentence.

Light pink tinged the red heads cheeks as he began to repeat himself, "I asked if you.."

"Ah Mr. Weasley, shouldn't ye be getting to class now savvy?" Another voice interrupted him.

Both friends turned around to see one Captain Jack Sparrow standing behind them, a small smirk gracing his features. To say he was enjoying his newfound authority was a complete understatement, he was reveling in it.

"Y..yes sir." Ron stammered before hurrying away.

Hermione breathed in a sigh of relief, "Thank you Professor, I think you just saved his life." She laughed.

"It's Jack, none of this professor business outside of me classroom." He gently reminded her, "And think nothing of it."

He glanced back over his shoulder at the retreating boys back, wondering what was going on between the two. "My tremendous sense of the female creature informs me that something is going on between ye two, care to tell ol' Jack?" He raised an eyebrow at her, leaning against the wall.

Hermione snorted, "Your sense of the female creature? Hmm well I suppose it couldn't hurt to tell you. You see Ron and I are best friends but I had always liked him more than that and our other best friend Harry thought we were perfect for each other. He and I thought that Ron liked me too but it turns out that he didn't like me that way, he likes Lavender."

Jack made a face, "Lavender? What kind of a name is Lavender?"

She laughed, shaking her head at the pirate's serious question as they walked through the halls.

"Ye should let it go luv, he likes this Lavender girl and therefore is missing the beauty in front of him. Therefore he isn't worth yer time because if he was worth it he would have noticed you were worth it and that this other lass isn't worth it so therefore he really isn't worth it savvy." He finished with a smug look.

Hermione stared at him like he'd grown two heads, trying to understand his meaning, "That was a mouthful but I think I sort of get what you were trying to say. In some strange and very weird way I think you're right."

Jack nodded, "Ye'll find that I'm always right luv." He grinned before turning down the hallway and heading towards his new quarters.

The bushy haired girl watched his retreating backside for a moment before going towards her own rooms.

"So, spill about the new professor Hermione, come on, I want to know!" The voice of her only girl friend Ginny squeaked as she sat down next to her in the dorm room.

Hermione rolled her eyes, all she had wanted to do was start on her essay for potions and relax in the dorm for a bit but of course that just had to be interrupted. "What about? There's nothing between me and him. I saved his life is all, nothing special." She'd been very careful to leave out the details of his being from the past figuring the less who knew the better.

The red haired girl shook her head, "Nothing special? I saw the way he was looking at you yesterday at the welcoming feast! He likes you!"

"No he doesn't besides I don't even know anything about him and he knows hardly anything about me to start liking me."

Ginny smirked, "If you insist, but I say he likes you!"

"No he doesn't!"

"Fine but don't say I didn't tell you so when you find out the truth." Ginny laughed as she moved to her own bed.

Hermione sighed, a slight smirk on her lips as she started on her essay while Ginny opened her new witch weekly magazine.

A week had gone by and Hermione found herself getting more and more annoyed with Ron. He'd kept badgering her to help him get Lavender to go to the stupid dance with him as if there was much she could do anyway. It wasn't as if her and Lavender were the best of friends.

And to top it off as she came walking along the corridors towards the library to get some studying done since Harry was busy with Ginny and Ron had said he had Quidditch practice, she came across said boy snogging the life out of Lavender Brown. Her heart sank and she felt anger rush through her.

She really wanted to say something but she knew it was best to just walk away. Quietly she walked as fast as she could to get away from the couple. She gritted her teeth in rage as she rounded the corner, eyes narrowed down at her feet, mental images of Ron and her kissing.

Jack walked hurriedly away from the headmaster's office, not wanting to get caught up in another of his long winded stories he was presently entertaining the dour Potions Master with. As he rounded the corner he caught sight of familiar bushy hair, unable to get a word out as he found himself falling flat on his arse, the girl landing on top of him.

He raised an eyebrow at this, his lip quirking into what most of the whores back in tortuga would have referred to as his 'sexy smirk' watching as the flustered witch scrambled to get off of his person.

"I am so sorry professor; I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going." She blushed, unable to look him in the eye as he stood up.

"Ye don't have any need to be sorry luv," He smiled at her, enjoying her obvious discomfort, "It was me own fault for not watching where I was headin', that headmaster of yours kept tryin' teh tell me about the history of lemon drops so I left as quickly as I could."

Hermione laughed, her anger at Ron dissipating as she stood in the Captain's presence. "That sounds about right, I'm sure you would have been there all day listening to his story about lemon drops since they are his favorite candy in the world."

Jack laughed and nodded in response as he made to take a swig of rum, expecting the slight burning sensation that came with it and was surprised to feel nothing, looking at the bottle, he realized it was empty. "So ye wouldn't happen to know where this place keeps a supply of rum at would ye?"

"I guess in your time you are never without your favorite liquor?" Hermione smirked, though she didn't approve of drinking the way he did, she figured it wasn't her problem to solve since he came from a whole different world and she had yet to understand about that time.

"We have loads of drinks in my time luv, loads and loads, I always have rum aboard me ship."

Hermione thought for a moment. "I might be able to get you some more but you'd have to go in to get it as you are most obviously not a student."

He grinned, "Of course luv. Lead the way."

And with that both student and teacher headed off, going on a 'trip' to Diagon alley.

Their adventure found them in Knockturn alley having no luck whatsoever in Diagon alley, they came across a shop selling liquor and with Hermione's help, Jack used the funds from his account which Dumbledore had apparently opened for him.

The captain was already drinking some of his new bottle of rum, relishing the taste, so different to his own rum he had back in his own time.

Hermione walked silently beside him, she was about to say something when a hand grasped her arm. "The golden girl!"

A gasp escaped her lips as she was abruptly pulled towards the person, a wand shoved against her throat.

Jack took a minute to comprehend what was going on, it seemed like slow motion for a moment before he took hold of his sword, dropping the bottles on the ground. To his great irritation, they shattered upon impact.

His sword lay against the man who was dressed in black robes and wearing a funny looking mask, "Let her go mate."

The masked fiend laughed, "Or what?"

Wrong answer, the former captain of the black pearl drove his sword to home base, sinking it into the robed man's throat, watching as he and his wand fell to the ground soundlessly.

Hermione stared at him in surprise and grabbed onto his arm, "Thank you profe…Jack, let's get out of here before more death eaters show up."

Jack nodded, remembering what the headmaster and deputy headmistress had told him of these 'death eaters' just like bloody pirates in his opinion, just with more skill than the scoundrels of his time.

Teacher and student arrived safely at the castle and went their separate ways for the evening, both thinking about each other.

Back in 1741 - Tortuga

Elizabeth Swann took another gulp of rum, signaling the barkeep to keep them coming as she made herself comfortable on the stool in front of the bar. She could see Jack's first mate sitting near the back, getting drunk as hell and flirting with one of the tavern's whores. She shook her head in amusement and turned back to her drink at hand, her mind drifting to the pirate whom had managed to somehow capture her fascination and possibly her heart when she had first met him. She kept racking her brain, trying to figure out where he could possibly be. Knowing Jack he was either in trouble once more or perhaps he was here on this island, in the company of one of his regular whores.

On that note, she could feel a prick of jealously at the thought of another woman in his arms but forced the feeling away as she thought of Will…her beloved fiancé William who was currently on Port Royal with her father and the Admiral engaging in some sort of business deal.

Elizabeth was originally intending on going with him of course to see if she could be of any help but she found herself suddenly thrust into yet another adventure when Joshamee Gibbs found her and asked for her help in finding their missing Pirate Captain, both agreeing that the royal navy would be of no help in this matter. They searched Port Royal inside and out with no sign of him so they went to their next destination which of course was Jack's favorite place to be, Tortuga.

Here she found herself drinking since the rest of the crew decided to take a break and were either drinking themselves drunk or in the company of women. The rum barely even burned her throat as she gulped more of the fiery liquid down, now on her fourth drink. Her mind drifted to Will, he was probably beside himself with worry by now, it was dark out and he was more than likely done securing whatever business deal he'd been busy with all day. She felt bad for just leaving him like that, but she also figured he'd be able to figure out her whereabouts if he really thought about it. A pang of guilt washed over her as she realized part of her wanted him to stay on Port Royal while she searched and found the Captain, she had so much she wanted to tell Jack, wanted to experience with him….at that thought she let out a growl and pushed it out of her head as she finished her fourth drink, signaling for another.

Present Time:

Jack Sparrow hummed to himself as he walked along the corridors of the castle, feeling the stares of the students and some of the professors boring into his backside. He wondered if it was perhaps because of the way he was dressed since they all seemed to don funny looking robes instead of the clothing that most men and women wore in his time. He sniffed under one arm and decided it definitely wasn't the smell, he actually smelled good for once; nope it was probably his clothes.

He turned to a group of girls and smirked at them only to have them dissolve into fits of giggling as they watched him; he turned and grinned to himself as he walked towards the library; oh yeah, he still had the charm even in this time.

Hermione sat in a quiet corner of the library, her stack of textbooks on the desk in front of her as she finished up her essay for Transfigurations. With a sigh, she wrote the last paragraph, her quill moving at a furious pace before being smacked down onto the desk as she folded up her homework for next week and shut the textbook in front of her closed.

"Where are you going to mudblood?"

She cringed at his voice, "Away from you obviously."

Draco emerged out of the shadows, "Now why would you want to do that?"

"Why do you think Malfoy, even after the war, you're still an evil git."

She tried to push past him only to have him grasp her shoulders, fingers digging into her skin; she let out a sharp gasp, struggling to get away. "Not so fast Granger, you're going to listen to me." Her textbook fell out of her hands and thudded loudly on the tiled floor, parchment sliding out of it.

Her now empty hand fell to her side, reaching for her wand.

"That's no way to treat a lady mate."

Jack Sparrow suddenly appeared behind Draco, grasping his shirt and pulling him off of Hermione.

"I was only trying to talk to her professor."

"That's not what it seemed like. It seemed like ye were grasping the lady by her shoulders and forcing her to give her attentions to ye."

"Ye? What bloody time are you from?" Draco's lip curled in disgust at the professor.

Jack smirked. "100 points from Slytherin mate."

"100?" Draco sputtered.

"150." Jack's smirk widened as the blonde slytherin growled under his breath and stalked off out of the library muttering something about how his father would hear of this.

He turned to Hermione who stood silently, staring at him in awe. "Thank you professor."

"It's Jack."

"Jack."

Jack smiled and bent down, picking up her books and parchment, handing them to her. She smiled back and took them from him as he stood back up.

Weeks went by and pirate and witch grew closer as the days came and went.

Jack found he was really enjoying himself when teaching his muggle studies class. The class seemed to really love their newest edition to the staff as well. He never assigned homework; the idea made him cringe, and always had a different story to share each time class started.

He and Hermione often found themselves going out to lunch together, with her showing him around Hogwarts grounds and the school itself, Hogsmeade, and even Diagon Alley. She even managed to get him into clothes that fit this time period so everyone would stop giving him odd looks when he walked around the town, though he had to admit he still much preferred his own clothes as they felt less restrictive than the odd robes he'd been practically forced to wear. Still he was completely enthralled with the magical world and the time. Everything was so different and unique. He could not see how anyone could complain about this time. Hermione also showed him the darker side of her world, describing the war that had raged during most of her schooling, the dark wizard that called himself Voldemort and his followers, the death eaters. She described how they had to keep their world a secret from muggles, people like him, the non-magical folk. She explained the dark arts, how their magic evolved to deadly standards, she talked about her own experiences with the darkness and how it affected her to this day. She even gave him a history lesson on everything that had happened in the muggle world since his time period had ended, how the continents and places had changed. He quickly realized that she was like a walking encyclopedia of knowledge, that she had a thirst for it and breathed it in like air. He found it to be surprisingly attractive and refreshing to speak with such an intelligent woman and for her to actually take her time to help him to understand her culture and the world itself rather than stick her nose up at him like most of the well educated women of his time would have done.

He also found it immensely attractive that she listened to his every word. Jack found himself telling her stories of his adventures and even of his childhood, something he never talked about with anyone. The only thing he left off was…her…he saw no reason to bring Elizabeth up into the conversation. He told her of how his last adventure was to find the fountain of youth but that had gotten messed up when he'd found himself in this time.

Hermione listened attentively soaking in every detail, every word he said to her. She found herself wishing she could go on an adventure like the ones he'd described to her. He seemed to lit up at every memory and tale he told her and it made her wish she had a chance to go back to his time to experience everything.

He found himself becoming more and more intrigued with her, often wishing she didn't have to have a 'curfew' as she called it and could stay up later with him talking into the night.

He still found himself trying to get used to the idea that he actually had authority here in this time and could take points away from students who were disobeying the rules or award points for a job well done, most of the time he tended to turn the other way so to speak as he himself had been rebellious as a child and saw no reason to deduct points lest they were doing something really bad. It was on his patrol nights that he'd drink even more than usual whilst roaming the halls of the school, every so often running into one of the many ghosts that inhabited the castle. They still gave him the creeps, having practically run off the other way screaming madly while nearly falling down the moving staircase when he'd first come across one of the ghosts, Peeves was his name. He grimaced at the thought and shook himself out of that particular memory as he strolled along the corridors. He was amazed at how big this school was, never having seen something so huge before, it was beautiful. Even in his drunken state he had to admit it.

Slowly he began thinking less and less of Elizabeth and more of the bushy haired Gryffindor.

As much as he missed the ocean and still felt that longing to be behind the wheel of his ship with the wind blowing through his dreads, he found himself feeling content for the first time in a long time. Never before would he have thought he'd ever feel this way especially on land instead of his beloved sea. But he did, truth be told, he did more than ever. And he knew the reason why.

As he sat in the living room of his quarters, he lifted the lid of his compass and without realizing what he was doing, held his breath as he watched the dial spin wildly.

Rum slid down the back of his throat from the giant swig he took, eyes still glued on the compass. The needle finally slowed. The arrow pointed away from him and he had a feeling he knew where it led to.

He felt more confused than ever though… she was so young and innocent…he was most certainly not innocent and definitely not young.

Drinking more of his rum, he sighed, watching the flames in the fireplace flicker as he leaned back against the couch, his eyes slowly starting to close.

Next Day:

"You want to come to the Quidditch pitch and watch us play Hermione?" Ron asked her as Harry came walking into the common room dressed in his uniform.

Hermione shook her head, "No thanks, I think I'll go study by the lake right now."

Both boys rolled their eyes, chuckling, "Of course. See you later then." Harry smiled at her as they headed out of the room.

She stood and headed out of the common room, bounding down the moving staircases, homework in hand.

"Miss Granger?" The smooth voice of her muggles studies professor rang out as she reached the great hall.

"Professor! Good morning." She greeted him with a smile as he emerged from the hallway.

"Morning to you too luv." He smirked, "Where are ye off to in such a hurry?"

"The lake, I thought I'd get some studying done outside."

Being near water sounded amazing to the pirate captain. He walked beside her, "I think I shall accompany ye if that is okay?"

Hermione nodded, happy to have company. They walked together in a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

As they neared the lake, Hermione saw the old row boat that sat on the far side of the water. She smirked as a brilliant idea came to mind.

"So you said you have a love of the sea right?"

"Aye."

"Well Professor Sparrow, I have a surprise for you."

Jack followed the witch towards the other side of the lake, wondering what sort of surprise she could possibly have for him and what it could have to do with his love of the sea.

As they got closer he could see a little row boat next to a pier and a smile graced his face; he allowed her to lead him onto it and sat down as she pulled out her wand, enchanting the boat to row itself, the paddles dipping in and out of the water.

"I know this is nothing like your ship but I saw it as we were walking over here and I thought it…"

"I thank ye love, this was very thoughtful indeed." Jack cut her off, smiling, his gold tooth shining in the light. He leaned back and inhaled, the smell of water filling his nostrils. He almost felt as though he was back on the pearl, he pulled his hat on over his bandana, the effect now complete.

Hermione smiled pulling out her notebook, "I'm glad you like it."

High above in the tower overlooking the lake, the headmaster and his deputy headmistress smiled at one another as they watched the interaction between "teacher" and student.

The pair stayed out on the boat for what seemed like hours just laughing and talking as Hermione studied her notes in between their conversation, not caring about a thing in the world.

Finally after what felt like forever the pair noticed how late it was getting and grudgingly moved off of the boat and into the castle once more, parting ways.

1741

"Ah Miss Elizabeth, what 'ave ye come 'ere fer?" Tia Dalma gazed at the young woman, knowing full well what troubled her.

Elizabeth slumped down into the chair at the table and sighed, "Surely you must know why I've come here."

"Perhaps, perhaps not."

"Jack. He's missing, the whole crew is worried about him, I'm…worried about him. It's like he just disappeared off the face of the earth." She laughed, "Which is completely impossible I know."

Tia smirked, "Do ye now?"

Elizabeth opened her mouth to respond but the voodoo priestess beat her to it, "How bad do ye want to find and bring back wit ye ol' Jack?"

"Very bad!"

Tia nodded and sat in front of her, the bones of the ancestors whom granted her the sight and gift of knowledge, sat in the palms of her hands. The wind blew in through the open window and she dropped the bones, watching as they formed a story below.

"Jack be wit another, him no longer apart of dis time."

"Another? Not a part of this time? What do you mean?" Elizabeth felt like pulling her hair out, she was so confused and her heart clenched for reasons unknown.

Tia sighed, "Jack came to meh, him asked questions pertaining to dem scrolls and I gave em a necklace. 'im future be connected to dat necklace an' de necklace sent ol' Jack into de future where 'im belong, a part of 'imself anyway."

"A part of himself? Wait, why did you send him there? I don't understand. Why would you do that? We need him here!" It was all Elizabeth could do to not strangle the woman sitting in front of her.

Ignoring her cries, Tia continued, "We or ye need 'im here?" She raised a brow as she continued, "He be wit a witch now, their fate been sealed. 'im cannot be returnin' to ye until 'im finishes what 'im started."

"Can I go to him? Send me to him!"

"Ye cannot' be goin to where 'im be, this not be the path ye can take."

"So I have to sit around and wait for him to come back? And what witch? Would you please just give me a straight answer?"

"Him be back soon, ye'll see. An' 'im witch friend too." And with that, Tia moved to another room, closing the door and effectively ending their conversation.

Elizabeth felt like crying, she wanted to scream. But she knew her tears and anger wouldn't bring Jack back any sooner. She just had to wait now, and wait she would. But first, she needed a drink, a stiff one at that. Standing up, she walked out of Tia Dalma's hut and climbed back into her rowboat, heading back out to the ship.

The Next Day:

She walked in the room and Jack noticed how she just seemed to glow, her face shone and her bushy untamed hair reminded him of the sea, he loved it. He loved her.

He loved her….

Love…this was an entirely new concept to him, he'd never loved anyone other than his pearl.

This was pure insanity. Though he had to admit, he'd already been called insane many a time throughout his life but this had to top it. Perhaps it was lust which he was merely mistaking for love…..

He sighed and took a swig out of his bottle discreetly before turning back to the class once again as the students began filing in. Hermione sat at the front as usual, smiling at him.

Oh how he wished Gibbs were here, as drunk as the old man usually was, he often had good advice for his captain whenever it was needed.