Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters or
settings in this fanfiction. Unfortunately that also includes Draco
Malfoy...but I own the plot
The students began filing out of the classroom when the lesson had ended. Hermione was slowly returning back to her normal color after being several shades redder throughout most of the period. She stacked her notes into her bag and walked out. She suddenly felt more relaxed when she saw that Harry and Ron were both standing there, 'Don't say anything, nothing at all. Anything could provoke them to start asking questions again,' she thought to herself. She realized she by the looks of things she had a big chance to redeem herself quickly and she didn't want to mess it up.
They had reached the steps that mounted away from the school dungeons and as they were climbing Harry turned to Ron, "What class is next?"
Ron was just about to flip his book bag over his shoulder to check the schedule, "Defense Against the Dark Arts," Hermione answered for him.
"Right," he said then looked back at Harry, but he simply nodded and without a word began leading the way to the DADA class.
Hermione kept glancing up at Harry while they were walking silently. His expression seemed blank but she could see the pain had returned to his green eyes. They reminded her of the green Mediterranean ocean she had flown over that summer, how it had intrigued her for being so deep with mysteries. Harry's mood had improved after their arrival to Hogwarts a couple of days ago but a glooming shadow seemed to have once again taken over him with grief and Hermione felt partially guilty.
The green soulful eyes soon widened in what seemed like shock. Hermione froze and looked ahead of her. Harry was standing under the threshold of the DADA class room door obviously dumbstruck by the sight in front of him. Ron, who was by his side, had the same reaction except with this mouth slightly hanging open.
Hermione, loosing patience, pushed herself in between them to get a good look for herself at what was so unbelievably. She had to admit, she was very surprised at was she saw. Lupin was standing in front of his desk rummaging through papers but looked up and saw the trio staring at him. He laughed and walked straight towards them.
"Harry, I was wondering when you would show up. It's good to see you," he said and squeezed Harry's shoulder tightly. "Ron, Hermione," he smiled and nodded at both of them.
"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't planning on teaching at Hogwarts again. How -," Harry started but Lupin interrupted him.
"We'll continue this later Harry; I need to get the class started."
Harry grinned in response and walked towards a couple of free seats where Hermione and Ron followed.
"Did you have any idea about this?" Harry asked Ron as they sat down. Hermione watched as Ron and Harry began discussing animatedly about Lupin's return. She couldn't help but notice that Harry was still quite sullen. He seemed happy but there was no brightness shinning through the depths of those oceans.
"Now, many dark wizards, for strategy plans, persuade beasts to join 'their side'. Many commons beasts such as trolls or giants, but these dark wizards are now starting to take interest in dragons. We will be studying dragons as our first lesson. Very cunning creatures dragons are, but have predictable habits, they usually like to revisit their hunting grounds."
Hermione was taking notes down concentrating steadily on what Lupin was instructing, but the windows were open and the hot summer air was seeping through the open cracks. Inevitably, her mind started to drift. "I can prove you wrong," those 5 words were repeating themselves over and over again in her head, until she felt like they were luring her into a trance. What did he mean by that? Or most importantly, did she want to know? Yes. Yes, she did. She had just admitted it to herself, Malfoy did intrigue her and she liked the feeling. The thrilling feeling, it made her feel out of control. She lost all sense of order when his body is barely inches away from hers. Did he feel equally intrigued to her? Or was she just another victim in his sexual games? 'Well let the games begin,' a voice in her head announced.
She was shocked by her own comment. She looked at Harry scribbling notes on his parchment. How she wanted to read what was written in his eyes that moment and tell him everything. But how could she now? How could she reveal her recently discovered secret interests for Draco Malfoy? 'This can't be happening to me.'
The students began filing out of the classroom when the lesson had ended. Hermione was slowly returning back to her normal color after being several shades redder throughout most of the period. She stacked her notes into her bag and walked out. She suddenly felt more relaxed when she saw that Harry and Ron were both standing there, 'Don't say anything, nothing at all. Anything could provoke them to start asking questions again,' she thought to herself. She realized she by the looks of things she had a big chance to redeem herself quickly and she didn't want to mess it up.
They had reached the steps that mounted away from the school dungeons and as they were climbing Harry turned to Ron, "What class is next?"
Ron was just about to flip his book bag over his shoulder to check the schedule, "Defense Against the Dark Arts," Hermione answered for him.
"Right," he said then looked back at Harry, but he simply nodded and without a word began leading the way to the DADA class.
Hermione kept glancing up at Harry while they were walking silently. His expression seemed blank but she could see the pain had returned to his green eyes. They reminded her of the green Mediterranean ocean she had flown over that summer, how it had intrigued her for being so deep with mysteries. Harry's mood had improved after their arrival to Hogwarts a couple of days ago but a glooming shadow seemed to have once again taken over him with grief and Hermione felt partially guilty.
The green soulful eyes soon widened in what seemed like shock. Hermione froze and looked ahead of her. Harry was standing under the threshold of the DADA class room door obviously dumbstruck by the sight in front of him. Ron, who was by his side, had the same reaction except with this mouth slightly hanging open.
Hermione, loosing patience, pushed herself in between them to get a good look for herself at what was so unbelievably. She had to admit, she was very surprised at was she saw. Lupin was standing in front of his desk rummaging through papers but looked up and saw the trio staring at him. He laughed and walked straight towards them.
"Harry, I was wondering when you would show up. It's good to see you," he said and squeezed Harry's shoulder tightly. "Ron, Hermione," he smiled and nodded at both of them.
"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't planning on teaching at Hogwarts again. How -," Harry started but Lupin interrupted him.
"We'll continue this later Harry; I need to get the class started."
Harry grinned in response and walked towards a couple of free seats where Hermione and Ron followed.
"Did you have any idea about this?" Harry asked Ron as they sat down. Hermione watched as Ron and Harry began discussing animatedly about Lupin's return. She couldn't help but notice that Harry was still quite sullen. He seemed happy but there was no brightness shinning through the depths of those oceans.
"Now, many dark wizards, for strategy plans, persuade beasts to join 'their side'. Many commons beasts such as trolls or giants, but these dark wizards are now starting to take interest in dragons. We will be studying dragons as our first lesson. Very cunning creatures dragons are, but have predictable habits, they usually like to revisit their hunting grounds."
Hermione was taking notes down concentrating steadily on what Lupin was instructing, but the windows were open and the hot summer air was seeping through the open cracks. Inevitably, her mind started to drift. "I can prove you wrong," those 5 words were repeating themselves over and over again in her head, until she felt like they were luring her into a trance. What did he mean by that? Or most importantly, did she want to know? Yes. Yes, she did. She had just admitted it to herself, Malfoy did intrigue her and she liked the feeling. The thrilling feeling, it made her feel out of control. She lost all sense of order when his body is barely inches away from hers. Did he feel equally intrigued to her? Or was she just another victim in his sexual games? 'Well let the games begin,' a voice in her head announced.
She was shocked by her own comment. She looked at Harry scribbling notes on his parchment. How she wanted to read what was written in his eyes that moment and tell him everything. But how could she now? How could she reveal her recently discovered secret interests for Draco Malfoy? 'This can't be happening to me.'