HEY! I'm so so so sorry for not updating! I've just been under a lot of stress with school and everything. But I'm back! I want to thank my AMAZING beta, MoonPrincess623, for helping me out with like.. HALF of this chapter. Thank you so much!!
"I need you to give me a makeover." Blair stated, sitting down.
Pansy grinned like it was her birthday and asked, "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I want to go for something completely opposite from what I have now. Right now I feel to innocent a lot of the time. There's someone I like and I want him to notice me more." Blair said.
"Oh, so you want Draco to think you're sexy then?" Pansy smirked. Blair stared at her with her mouth open. Pansy took her hand and shut Blair's mouth.
"If you don't close your mouth flies will fly into your mouth." She said still smirking.
"How did you- I-"
"Oh I know a lot Blair. I know that you are in love with Draco. But luckily for you, you don't make it that obvious."
"Well fine, but will you still help me?" Blair asked hopefully.
"Of course I will! Alright, so you know how the Yule Ball is coming up? Well until then I want you to look like absolute shit." Blair looked confused.
"You want me to look like shit?"
"Yes. So when the ball rolls around, you will change from drab to fab in a matter of hours!" She exclaimed excitedly.
"I like the way you think. So how are we going to do this?" Blair asked.
"Well basically, when you get up in the morning shower, dry your hair but make sure it looks messy, don't wear make-up and wear the clothes that they gave you at the orphanage. You know the really baggy pants and tops?"
"Yeah those." Blair groaned.
"You want me to do that for a whole month?!" Pansy nodded at Blair's question.
"Yes. But I just have one question…why now? Why not some other time?" The black-haired Slytherin asked the Girl-Who-Lived.
"Because there's this new DADA teacher and she and Draco know each other. She's ugly. Really ugly. Except she's beautiful, and amazing, and I'm afraid if I don't do something then I'm going to lose him." She explained.
Pansy smiled. "I understand now. So we will just have to make you look really fabulous. On Saturday we will go to Hogsmeade and pick out a great dress before they all get cleaned out." Pansy said unpacking all of her books and getting ready to shower.
"Alright, so I'm going to go shower and then we'll go to dinner." Pansy explained grabbing a towel and going to the bathroom.
"Alright. Um...can I meet you in the Great Hall? There's something I need to do first." Blair asked Pansy.
"Of course, I'll meet you there."
"Pansy one more thing…who are you going to the ball with?"
"Theodore Nott. Why?" Pansy asked poking her head out of the bathroom.
"Just wondering. I didn't think you'd have a date already it was announced like two weeks ago. It usually takes guys at least three weeks to get their asses off their high horses and ask a girl out." Blair laughed.
She grabbed a sweater and pulled it on, making her way down to the common room. She looked around until she found the person she was searching for.
"Blaise!" She called running up to the Italian boy.
He turned around and smiled at her. "Hey Blair, what's up?"
"I was just wondering, do you have a date to the Yule Ball yet?"
"I was actually going to talk to you about that." Blaise said leading her away from Crabbe and Goyle, who were grinning like idiots.
"You were?" Blair seemed confused.
"Yeah. Look, I know that we don't know each other that well, but I think you're pretty cool, and I'd like to get to know you better. Would you like to go to the ball with me?" The tanned boy asked. Blair gave him a smile and took his hand.
"I would love to go to the ball with you, Blaise. And I would like to get to know you better too." She replied making Blaise smile.
"Alright, that's awesome. Well, I actually have to go I'm meeting Draco, but uh…I'll see you later?"
"Yeah for sure. See you later Blaise." She smiled as he walked away. Blair inwardly smiled.
This should be interesting, she thought.
*The Next Day*
"Blair! Hey Blair wait up!" Blair looked up from her potions book to see Draco running after her.
"Oh, hey Draco. What's up?"
"Nothing really. So I heard that you're going to the ball with Blaise?" He asked, as if confirming the rumors to be true.
"Yes, actually I am." She said still reading her book.
Draco fidgeted, he was unhappy about this, but he didn't want her to know why. "Why?"
Blair's head snapped up. "Why shouldn't I?"
"Well I just...don't want you to get hurt again." The blonde replied. Blair looked at him, clearly confused.
"You never cared when I was going out with Cedric," The girl Slytherin pointed out. Draco looked around, searching for a way out. So he looked at his wrist, which held no wristwatch, and he got an idea.
"Oh, well would you look at the time. I gotta go." Draco said, running off in the opposite direction.
"What the hell?" Blair muttered under her breath, walking quickly to the DADA classroom. Time to meet the new teacher.
Blair hurried into the classroom, just before the teacher shut the door. She looked up into the face of a beautiful woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She had dark blue hair, which looked black but was very clearly blue. Kind of like Tonks...
'I wonder if she's a Metamorphagus..' Blair thought to herself sitting down beside Blaise who smiled warmly at her.
Blair continued to study her new teacher, who she knew was Professor Andrea Fiachra. She had light brown eyes, that when you looked into them, you just wanted to keep staring. Professor Fiachra was dressed in black, with a black outer robe that reminded her somehow of Professor Snape's.
The first thing the teacher did was walk past Blair and toward the front of the classroom. Then said new teacher looked around the classroom. She frowned, which Blair noticed—since she was looking around the room for the reactions of her classmates—the guys of her year did not like.
Blair groaned inwardly, damn it! Everyone loves her.
A voice startled Blair and everyone else out of the thoughts. "Well, it seems that this is the class with Slytherin and Gryffindor." Her voice was mocking at first, and then it turned colder. "I expect no stupid shit from any house. This is Defense against the Dark Arts, not play time for little kiddies." She paused, and turned to the Gryffindor side. "Yes, Mr. Wealsey, I am and will be a, how did you think it? A hard-ass?"
Every Slytherin laughed, except Blair. She wanted to, but Ron was her friend so she refrained. Some of the Gryffindor's snickered, but no outward laughing.
The teacher smirked. "My name is Andrea Fiachra. Professor Fiachra to—" she was cut off by the sound of the door opening and closing. It was Draco.
Blair noticed that the Professor raised an eyebrow as she leaned on one of her legs, the left one, waiting for Draco to come up to her.
Draco dropped his bag off at the seat next to Pansy's—it was the only one that didn't have someone sitting in it on the Slytherin side—and walked up to his teacher.
He handed her a note. "Sorry Drea, Snape wanted to talk to me before coming here." He didn't explain anything as she read the note.
Everyone in the classroom—except the Purebloods—wondered how they knew each other. Why didn't see take points off, or yell at Malfoy for calling her that? That wasn't even her name!
Andrea sighed; she then sat on her desk which was located behind her. The class then noticed that she had pants under her robes. She pulled her robe to the side, and sat cross legged on the desk. After her legs were settled she pulled her robe back over it.
"You know one day I am going to kick that man's ass." Professor Fiachra said hotly to Draco as he went to take his seat.
Draco snorted. "You mean you haven't already? Then what the hell were you doing—"
Andrea gave him a soft glare, which quickly shut him up. "You would do well to watch that tongue of yours Dray. I don't want little kiddies to know who I am dueling or beating up, or anything else that I don't want them to know." She then gave him a smirk, "If you remember I kicked your ass too." She then added as an afterthought, "I can still do it to."
Draco gave her a smirk. "Teachers can't touch students, but teachers can touch other—" Draco was cut off by Blaise.
"Yo, dumbass, shut up! Do you want to lose points or worse get detention?" Blaise said as he glared at Draco.
Draco grinned. "She won't do anything to moi, she loves me!"
Blair froze when she heard those last three words. Unfortunately Andrea caught it and looked thoughtful. The new DADA teacher put it away to look at it later.
She turned her attention back to Draco. "I will have you know I have the permission of your parent's—for a couple of years to be exact—to bind you over my knee and give you a good spanking! Now, be a good little Dragon, or someone will get a whipping." She teased as a little grin appeared on her face.
The grin was tiny, but Draco caught it. His voice turned from teasing to serious. "If you're going to be our teacher, you need to explain your rules."
Everyone else blinked and was confused. Weren't they just teasing each other? It was getting funny too, so why did Malfoy have to go and ruin it?
Andrea nodded. Her mouth lost that grin. For once she was glad that Draco ended their teasing. She wasn't sure if she wanted to think about what would happen if they had gone further.
"I have few rules. But as I remember some I will add to them later on. Before I say anything one think must be addressed. What goes on in this room, stays in this room, got it?"
Everyone nodded, wondering why she said that. What no one knew, but Draco, for he recognized her magic, knew that everyone just signed a contract. If they started talking about something that went on in here that their teacher didn't want anyone to know, they would develop conditions, which would not allow them to speak anything she didn't want anyone else to hear.
"Rule one, I am smart, you are dumb, end of story. That is why you are here, to learn from the smart people, aka me." She gave them a smirk. The looks on their faces were priceless. She was going to have fun mocking them this year.
"Life sucks get over it." The class was shocked to hear that, she was a teacher, teachers didn't say that. Teachers also didn't cuss in front of students, yet she was. "If you get a grade you don't like, tough, deal with it like the man you should be. In the case of females, I shouldn't have to say anything. Women are tough, and I shall expect that from you."
Andrea watched as most of the girls got smug looks on their faces. "Rule two; I will not tolerate any of you being bias. Yes, I am bias, but that doesn't matter. I am also cynical and a pessimist, but what does that have to do with the price eggs in china?" A few muggle-born and half-bloods chuckled at that last sentence. Most of the Purebloods didn't get it and chose the safe and smart road of being quiet.
"Also, if you don't agree, or don't like what I teach, get the hell out of my classroom." Andrea wondered how long it would take them to get used to her cussing. Ever since she stopped being burdened with what her parents thought of her, she begin talking how she wanted to talk. But she didn't really like cussing, so she knew she might have to make the extra effort to keep it low key.
"This isn't a rule, but please be kind to me. If you endanger another student's life, do it when I am not around. If you're stupid enough to need a teacher to come save your sorry asses, then you don't deserve my time. Also, if you are going to use what I teach you to have midnight duels, don't get caught. If, by chance, you do fight in the hallway or somewhere else, don't get caught. It will annoy me. And when I am annoyed I don't grade things nicely."
She waited for the students to stop their muttering. "I don't care if you pay attention, just look like your working. If someone comes in here to inspect the class, look like your working at least. Now, I don't give lots of homework, but if you annoy me, then yes I will give it. I will also bury you with it." Andrea threatened her students. The grins they had for 'no homework' vanished when she said she would bury them with it.
"Now, every now and then, maybe once a month, we will have like a dueling thing. If you good. Plus, if you want we can start a dueling club for everyone. That and fencing or whatever you want to call it club as well."
She then looked around the room for a moment, looking for something. She didn't find it so she snapped her fingers, a piece of parchment off of Hermione's desk came to her. She touched it and it transformed into a hat.
No one said a word; their teacher just did wandless and nonverbal spells. But the silence didn't last long. Their teacher told them to write their names on a sheet of paper and put it in the hat. No one moved at all.
"Well, hop to it! I don't have all day."
In under a minute everyone had their names in it. She closed it up and shook it. Then she pulled out a name. "Parkinson, I want you to tell me your name, family, status, and house. Then ask your question."
Pansy nodded. "Pansy Parkinson, Second Family, I am a Pureblood, and my house is Slytherin. What family are you from?"
Andrea took Pansy in. "So, Drastin had a little sister…didn't know that."
Pansy paled, "You knew my brother?"
Draco could have smacked his head on the table. Of course she would ask that.
Andrea nodded, her eyes, Draco knew, iced over. She was in Ice Princess Mode. "Yes I knew him. We grew up together. Before he died…he told me he was going to ask me to marry him. Now your question, as my last name says I am a Fiachra, a Zero Family."
Every Pureblood gasped. Most of the half-bloods that recognized the name paled.
"Next will be," she drew another name. "Weasley."
Ron swallowed hard. "Ron Weasley, Third Family," he admitting embarrassed. His face grew red. "I am a Pureblood and obviously Gryffindor. My question is, didn't the Fiachra's all die like ten years ago? They said they were all dead. Murdered—"
Ron never got to finish because he saw Draco push his seat back roughly and was coming for him. A soft voice stopped the Malfoy heir. "Draco."
Draco stiffened and turned. DAMN IT! She's starting Ice Mode.
"Get back in your seat. Yes, they all died, but me, obviously. Next person is…Granger."
Hermione had really focused so far, thought she knew which questions were safe and what was not. But she was wrong.
"Hermione Ganger, I am a Muggle-born and proud of it and my house is Gryffindor. All of our previous teachers basically sucked in this subject because they didn't really know nothing about the Dark Arts, or how to defend against it. Except for Lupin, so what makes you so sure that you can teach us better than them?"
Blair had wanted to ignore the bitch Granger, but she did ask a good question.
Andrea licked her lips. "Smart for a muggle-born, I think I like you. Gryffindor too…you should have been a Raven my dear, it would have been better in the long run. Answer me this one, little Raven, would you or would you not think someone who knew the Dark Arts, would know how to defend against them as well?"
Hermione didn't even need to think. "Of course!" then she flinched when she fully took in her new Professor's words. "Wait, are you saying you know Dark Arts?"
Andrea tilted her head to the side. "This is one of those areas that involves rule two. I firmly believe, and any smart, thinking person would as well." She gave the lions a pointed look. "It isn't the spell that makes it Dark or Light; it's the purpose behind the spell. I could spend all day and maybe more arguing with the smartest people in the Wizarding World about this subject, but I think you all have more questions?"
She pulled another name out of her hat. "Potter."
The room went silent once again. Blair gathered her courage before she responded. She didn't even look at Draco. "Blair Potter, have no idea what that Family thing is, I'm a half-blood, my house is Slytherin. From your words you said you know the Dark Arts, but so did our first Professor. So did you indeed know more?"
Draco looked up at this. Blair just earned some respect points from Drea. But admitting she didn't know something, which would take some points away. If Draco remembered correctly Potter was either a First or Zero Family. The Malfoy's were Zero…so maybe Potter's were Zero as well.
Andrea stared at Blair for a minute before responding. "Quirrell did not know much of the Dark Arts, Voldie did." She saw flinches and heard gasps. Draco chuckled. "I probably know just as much as the Dark Lord did maybe more, thanks to the family I grew up in." she said, Draco knew if she wasn't in Ice Mode, which would have sounded bitter.
"Now class is about to end. I have the last question for you. Who here believes that the Unforgivable's can never be considered Light Spells? That they can never be used for good?"
Every hand on the Gryffindor side had their hands raised, a few Slytherin's as well. Andrea sighed, "My snakes…disappointed I am in you. I have all of your names now. Before next class, since you have violated my second rule, will write me an essay on the difference between Light and Dark spells, and how one can be the other and not be the other." She thought about it, no one said a word thinking she would change her mind. "I take that back, I want it next week. It better be good, I do not want crap from any of you. I will give you a crappy grade, if you give me a crappy essay."
All the Gryffindor's moaned and complained. Hermione's hand shot up. Andrea had an amused expression on her face that didn't match her voice when she called on the smart girl.
"How can Dark Spells be considered Light and Vise Verse?"
Andrea waited till everyone was quiet before she answered. "Did no one hear me before when I spoke of this? Man, I will have to you guys take notes now. I wasn't going to, but you just proved me wrong. I thought Fourth Years were smart enough to know how to listen."
She shook her head, before going on. These students are really dunderheads like Snape had said. "I said: It isn't the spell that determines whether or not the Spell is Light or Dark, it is the intent, the purpose behind it. Most spells need an emotion to run them; some need intense, focused emotions: aka the Unforgivable's. Now, does that answer your question?"
Hermione nodded, she was actually writing down what Andrea said.
"Good. Now got to whatever class you have next." She should have been a Raven…but so did I.
Blair waited on Draco, forgetting that she was trying to avoid him so he wouldn't find out she loved him, which meant she shouldn't walk around with him, shouldn't wait on him. Draco didn't even notice her; he went straight for the Professor. But said Professor noticed, and added that to the other thought she stowed away.
Blaise, Draco's best friend who grew up with him came up to her, knew Draco needed to talk to the new Teacher without someone waiting or accidently spying on their conversation. "Come on Blair, we have class. Now let's talk about the Yule Ball."
Instantly Blair's mind went from Draco to the dance.
Draco waited till everyone was out and the door was closed before he hugged her. "I'm sorry; I will get the Weasel later for that."
He felt her chuckle as she returned the hug. "Don't worry little Dragon. I have had to deal with worse." Draco cringed at the thought, she sighed. "I have never been good at dealing with people. So I'm sorry if I upset you just now.
Draco shook his head as he pulled away from her. "I shouldn't have brought it up. Now, I noticed earlier that you had a tiny grin, or whatever you want to call it. What happened?"
Andrea laughed as she messed up his hair. "I get to see you, and Snape, so why wouldn't I be happy?"
Draco gave an evil grin and was about to say something she knew would be perverted, but she covered his mouth before a sound came out. She gave him a glare and whispered, "If you dare say something I will kick your ass to kingdom come little Dray."
He nodded, he loved to tease her. He was caught up in old memories so he didn't see the evil grin she gave him before it was too late. "Now Dray, tell me, what's this I hear about you and Blair?"