7-Spoil

(A.N) Okay. First off, I changed Lily's age to 9. It's no longer 7. Got it? Great. Now, this chapter was really hard to get my head around. it's basically just filler and really short. Plus Draco's a total butt to his students. I have the last two chapters all planned out and I'm really excited about 8, but I had to get this out of the way first. If It's no good, sorry, but 8 should be on its pretty soon!

Oh! And I changed Lily's age to nine.

They're getting worse, the flashbacks or whatever they are. I shake my head, trying to clear it, but the memory sticks. My eyes water slightly as I ready myself for breakfast.

The Great Hall is noisy and hurts my head. As I sit down I ignore the look Potter is giving me, and luckily, he ignores me too. Granger, unfortunately, doesn't. "How was your night, Draco? Sleep well?"

"Fine." I answer stiffly, but she sees right through it.

"Really? You look dreadfully tired. Doesn't he Neville?" She turns to the other man.

"Uh..yeah. I suppose so. I-I can-" He breaks off when I glare at him, but Granger nods for him to continue. I have a feeling she goaded him into talking to me before I arrived. He speaks up, clearer this time, "I can get you a plant from the Greenhouse to help you wake up."

"A simple pepper-up potion will suffice." I reply smoothly.

"But do you have any brewed currently? I can get the plant in minutes. How long will it take to brew the potion, and...how much free time do you have before class?" This is probably the most I've ever heard Longbottom say in one go. To say the least, I'm a bit impressed, but only a bit.

"My first class is...right after breakfast actually." I sigh, and Potter chuckles slightly beside me. I'm tempted to shove him from his chair, but I refrain from doing so and instead aim a glare at his turned head.

"Dunderhead..." I mutter under my breath and Potter freezes, probably remembering how many times Severus called him that over the years. I blink, and turn back to the other man. "That would be fine...thank you, Longbottom." He seems surprised, and to tell the truth, so am I. I wasn't planning on accepting, but that's how it turned out.

"P-please," He says back, "Call me Neville."

I take a moment before speaking, "...I...suppose that will do...Neville." I barely hold back a grimace, and Granger beams at me.

"And you can call me Hermione!" She laughs. "How exciting!" How exciting, indeed? Sometimes I have absolutely no idea what this woman is talking about.

"And I suppose next he'll be calling me Harry, hmmm?" Potter chuckles again, though what at I haven't a clue.

"Not hardly!" I cry, finally picking up my spoon and dipping it into the porridge before me.

"Good." He smirks.

"Great." I mutter and he grins.

Merlin, Gryffindors are annoying.

I enter the dungeon classroom just as my first class starts. I have first year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. The classroom is a riot when I enter. Paper airplanes and balls are being thrown across the room and practically everyone is yelling, well, about half of them actually. As I stride down the middle isle to the front of the room, it quiets, slightly. I place my bag on my desk and turn around, waiting. The classroom is split by houses, the Ravenclaws on the right, and the Gryffindors on the left. The right side of the room is basically sitting still and looking at me, while occasionally looking over at their rambunctious classmates. I notice one Gryffindor sitting silent, and looking ahead at me. He smiles a little and waves. I raise and eyebrow at him and he groans, then stands up.

"Shut! Up!" I laugh quietly as Scorpius tries to make his housemates quiet down.

I clear my throat and boom in my best Severus impersonation, "SILENCE!" The room freezes, then everyone up scrambles to a seat. Scorpius is giggling and his housemates glare at him. I sigh, not really wanting to do this to Scorpius, but I had to, "20 points from Gryffindor. That was...horrendous." A resounding groan fills the room. I continue on as if nothing had happened, "I think I will arrange the classroom differently than your other classes will be. I have randomly arranged you all about the room, and your partner will be from the other house." Another groan. and I few complaints which I silence with a frown. "I will tell you where to sit as I take attendance."

Scorpius ends up sitting next to Rose Weasley.

Staying true to my years at Hogwarts, I assign the first years a simple cure-boil potion. I grin as I remember Severus on that first day. Everyone but Blaise and I was bloody terrified of the man. It was hilarious. I have a feeling it will go the same with Scorpius and his friends, I hope at least.

So far everyone seems to be doing fine with the potion, at least nobody's exploded anything, but the best by far is Scorpius and Rose's. Their potion is a smooth light green substance that is gently smoking yellow. Near perfect. I stop at their desk to find them laughing and talking. Hmm. I give each house 10 points for their success. Just as I'm about to ask Scorpius if he's made any friends, I hear a BOOM!

I turn around and see Cornelius Finch and Lesley Green's potion has, I spoke too soon, exploded purple puss all over them. I walk over to them and inspect the mess. "I said crush the snake fangs," I sigh, " not drop them in whole!" I wave my wand to cast a simple cleansing charm, but the puss doesn't disappear, instead it doubles. "Merlin's beard..." I mutter. "Everyone out!" the puss is now multiplying at an alarming rate, "..Except you two." I snatch the necks of Finch-Fletchley and Green's robes. "You'll not spread it around the school." At their horrified expressions I add, "I'd not dangerous, just really annoying. You'll have to do it the muggle way." I summon sponges and a bucket of warm water. "20 points from each of you. Have fun." I follow the rest of the class out of the room.

The classroom isn't clean by the end of class, and I have another one right after, so I send the two of them to their next class, after assigning them detention to clean up. I'm certainly turning out to be a horrid professor.

I wait outside the classroom for the next group. First years again. When they've all arrived I announce that we'll be going to the library to work on an essay about different types of boil-cures because we couldn't brew any. The six inch parchment would be due by the end of the hour. No one seems to like me. Pity.

Halfway through the class a book flies across the room. I look up just in time to see it smack Albus Potter in the back of the head. Oh, dear. A few of the Slytherins are laughing as Albus turns and glowers at them. He then, not surprisingly, launches himself at them. This is when I decide to intervene.

"Potter, Nott, and Queen! Come over here this instance!" I pause, and add, "You know which one." They slouch up to me, Nott and Queen glowering at Potter, and vice versa. "Explain!" They jump, wide eyes looking up at me.

"I didn't-"

"It was all his-"

"I hate them!" Albus' cry echoes throughout the library. "I hate them all! They're stupid and selfish and mean and I hate them!"

The library goes deathly quiet, even Madam Pince, mouth open in astonishment. I sigh, "10 points from each of you, so today you've lost 30 points for Slytherin House. There will be no fighting, and it had better not happen again, yeah?" They all nod and I send them back to their seats and they go, except for Albus. I rub the back of my neck, saying the first thing that comes to mind, "Not all Slytherins are bad you know?"

"I know." He sighs, looking at his feet. "My dad said so, too."

"Yeah?" I raise my eyebrows. "I didn't know that." I mutter under my breath, and Albus doesn't seem to hear me.

Suddenly he speaks up, "You were a Slytherin too, yeah?"

"Uh, yes I was. Why?" I frown at him and he smiles.

"I was just wondering, cuz you know...you're not so bad either, kinda like me." With that said the runs back to his seat, hopefully working on his essay. I don't know what just happened, but apparently I'm not as horrid a professor as I thought if a Potter likes me.

A while later I signal the end of class and all of the essays fly to my hands. Barely any of them are anywhere near six inches. Wonderful.

I send them to my office, along with my other things, and begin the journey to the Great Hall for lunch, readying myself for the coming onslaught that was Hermione Granger. Will I never eat in peace?

She is there, as expected, along with most of the other professors, excluding Potter and that giant oaf, Hagrid. As soon as I seat myself it begins. "How were your classes, Draco. You had first years." It wasn't a question so she obviously knew.

"I docked so many house points I'd be surprised if there were any left."

"Oh? From who?"

"First 20 from Gryffindor for being utterly horrendous. Then 10 points to a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw for being brilliant. That same class two buffoons exploded purple puss all over my classroom, and I took 20 points from both houses. The next class was in the library because that Merlin-forsaken puss just would not go away, and a couple of Slytherins got into a fight. I took 10 from each."

Hermione looks over a shoulder as Potter sits, Ugh. "Which Slytherins?" He asks casually, but he's never been good at hiding his emotions.

"Well," Hermione nods at me and I continue, "Casey Nott, Amelia Queen, and Albus Potter."

He groans, "What happened?"

"I think you'd have to ask them that. I just saw a book go flying then they were plumbing each other. It only lasted a couple of seconds, really. Not much of a fight at all."

"I see." He begins to eat without another word.

Hermione chuckles lightly, "It'll be fine, you'll see," Then turns back to me, "I'm sure your two o'clock class with go smoothly." Then see returns to her plate as well.

"I sure hope so." I mutter. "If not it's going to be a long day."