"Goldfeather, Sarah, 1st year," Mary said, reading off the list. When she finished, a small girl, with deep brown hair stood up and walked up to the front, placing the hat daintily on her head.
It only took a second for it to call out, "LEW!" After that, she smiled at all the teachers, and went to her table. She reminded Hermione of herself. Draco seemed to think so too.
"Look another of you. Great fun to tease," he said, his voice ringing in her ears. She felt his hand pull on one of her locks of smooth, brown hair. She also felt herself getting the urge to slap him. But not here, it would set a bad example. Later.
"Draco, listen," she said, motioning to the tables. Five students were already out there, each house with one.
Hermione jerked her head up when she heard the name Potter, but it turns out that it was just Pushly. The boy was a gangly boy, who was immediately put into Pertingunk. She sighed, and twirled her fork around on her plate.
"Yewly, Abbot, 4th year," Mary read, and a little boy came up and put the hat on. He seemed like he would be a first year, he was so small. The hat almost covered his whole head.
Then Hermione got an image in her head that she couldn't get out. Draco being eaten by the Sorting Hat. She stifled her giggle, and tried to listen the best she could.
The sorting seemed to take forever, and Hermione even fell asleep at one point, but was awaken with a poke at her side.
"Pay attention Headmistress," Pret Peterling said. He was a tall man, and was a great contrast to the teacher he had taken over for. Charms was a very suitable class for the man. He seemed to enjoy it.
"Weasley, Pernia, 1st year," Mary said. A small girl with bright red hair stood up and walked to the hat. Hermione stared at her. Weasley?
"HUTHORN!" the hat called. Pernia jumped off the stool and walked to her table, her red curls bobbing on her head. Hermione would have to talk with her later. See who her parents were.
The feast was great, being foods from all corners of the world. Hermione had refused to let house elves work at the school unless they received payment, and most of the didn't want to, so she had hired chefs instead. The ministry hadn't been too happy about it, but that was fine with her.
The feast was one of the best meals she had had in awhile. After two helpings of mince pie, a side plate of carrots, and a cherry tart, she was full, and ready to go to sleep. The day hadn't been as bad as she thought it would have been.
"So Hermione, let's make casual talk. What are you wearing under your robes?" Malfoy said in a casual voice. She turned and glared at him, her eyes wide with shock. Did he just ask her...? "Only joking you know."
"Draco, I would advise you not to get that way around me. You may find yourself out of a job," she said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He grinned and ate another bite of his potatoes.
Sighing, Hermione turned back out to face the tables. All the students were talking to each other in a nervous whisper, glancing around the room. They must have been expecting the whole place to blow up. She just hoped that it didn't.
Just then, she spotted the Weasley girl, sitting in one corner of her table, talking to a boy with light brown hair. He was laughing at something she had said, and she seemed to be lightly giggling herself. Hermione would talk to her later. Why disrupt a good conversation?
She would also have a talk with Malfoy later. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw his silver eyes looking her up and down. Sighing, she picked up her fork and started playing with the prongs.
The feast ended, much to Hermione's joy, and at the first chance she got, she raced out of the room. She knew that it wasn't very proper for the Headmistress to run out of a room, but she wanted to catch the Weasley girl before she left. Right as she reached the outer hall, she caught a glimpse of some bobbing red hair heading up the Huthorn stairs. Sighing, Hermione turned around, just to run into someone.
"You made quite a show in there. Is anything wrong?" Malfoy asked, looking into her eyes. His purple eyes were glittering, and Hermione didn't like it. But they were adults now, she couldn't slap him. In public.
"You, my office, NOW!" she said, and pointed down the hall. Draco jumped at the tone of her voice, and looked around to see whom she was talking to. When he found that it was just he and she, a smile spread across his face.
"Yes, Headmistress," he said, and started walking towards the Head Office. Her office. A smug smile touched her face. For the first time ever, he had listened to her. Maybe all she needed to do was be harsh. But then again, this was Draco, and with him, you never knew what was up.
Checking in the Great Hall one last time, just to check if everything was alright, and that all the students were heading to bed, she decided to head to her office. Knowing Draco, he was probably spread out on her desk, naked. She shuddered at the thought, and instead thought of what tomorrow would be like. More hectic, that was for sure.
Like Hagrid had always said, what would come would come, and they would face it in the end. Or at least he had said that, before he...
Breaking into fresh tears, Hermione started running down the hall to her office. How was she going to get through this?
As she pushed the door to her office open, Hermione wiped the tears from her face. The last thing she wanted was for Draco to see her cry.
"Dear god, what's wrong?" he said, jumping to his feet. He had been sitting in her chair, playing with a set of exploding snap cards. They lay on the desk, threatening to blow up. She wouldn't have cared.
Draco ran up to her, his eyes full of worry. It was the first time Hermione had ever seen with that look. He put his arms around her, making the look of shock on her face grow even more. He embraced her like that for some time, till he finally let go. By that time, Hermione had regained her serene look. Well, not regained, but gotten one.
"Malfoy, if you ever do that to me again, I will have to..." she started. She never got to finish, because Draco moved in and kissed her. Freezing up, Hermione had no idea what to do, so she closed her eyes and stood there.
Not since Ron died had she had another kiss. It made her warm inside, and she forgot who was at the other end. Draco pulled away, and looked into her eyes longingly. She turned at walked over to her chair. Right as she sat down, the cards happened to snap, but she ignored them and looked at Malfoy. He seemed to be making himself at home, taking off his teacher robes.
"You take anything else off and I will never speak to you again. Or hear from you again. You will have your mouth removed, and sent away," she said, a smile growing on her face. The look of horror on his made her start to faintly hum again.
"You wouldn't," he said, taking a step back away from her.
"Don't try me," she said, her smile reaching its full extent. He now had a smile too, and had found a chair to sit on. They looked at each other for a few minutes, until Hermione sighed.
"Now, lets get to work. I want to know what potions you will be teaching these kids," she said, opening the top drawer of her desk and looking in. It was empty, besides the object that she desired. Pulling it out, she heard Draco gasp.
"That is... how did you come about one? I have been looking for a long time, and yet I still don't have one," he said, eyeing her up and down again, stopping abruptly when he saw the look in her eyes.
"I have my ways. Now, tell me the potions," she said, placing the object on top of the card ridden desk. Draco glanced at it for a moment, then shook his head.
"The same things Snape taught us. Shrinking potions, Inflammation, Love, stuff like that," he answered, hoping she caught the accent on the love potion. She did.
"You teach them that and you will be out of a job," she said. The grin on his face faded for a moment, but then came back.
"What way to your bed chambers?" he asked, the glint in his eyes returning.
"Draco..." she sighed. He started to laugh, and she pointed out the door. "Just leave. No love potions."
As he left, he was sure to be slow about it. Hermione just shook her head and brought her attention back to the object on her desk.
It was a completely smooth ball. It was all black, except for seven small bars on the side, each a different color. Red, blue, green, purple, pink, silver, yellow. Holding it in her hands, she pressed the red bar in.
In an instant, she was dressed in her nightgown. Smiling, she pushed the blue one. A faint whistling nearby announced that a pot of tea was ready and hot. Skipping the green and pink ones, she lightly tapped the purple. The tea was now on a tray sitting on the desk, with two cups. Why it had brought two, she didn't know, but she poured the herbal tea in and took a sip. It warmed her right up.
Silver, when pushed, took the tray away, and she sighed and got up from her desk, heading off to bed. The object was still in her hand, and she was careful not to drop it. The yellow bar remained un-touched, for even she didn't know what one did. And now was not the time to find out.
Placing the ball on the nightstand, she climbed into her feather bed. The instant her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
It only took a second for it to call out, "LEW!" After that, she smiled at all the teachers, and went to her table. She reminded Hermione of herself. Draco seemed to think so too.
"Look another of you. Great fun to tease," he said, his voice ringing in her ears. She felt his hand pull on one of her locks of smooth, brown hair. She also felt herself getting the urge to slap him. But not here, it would set a bad example. Later.
"Draco, listen," she said, motioning to the tables. Five students were already out there, each house with one.
Hermione jerked her head up when she heard the name Potter, but it turns out that it was just Pushly. The boy was a gangly boy, who was immediately put into Pertingunk. She sighed, and twirled her fork around on her plate.
"Yewly, Abbot, 4th year," Mary read, and a little boy came up and put the hat on. He seemed like he would be a first year, he was so small. The hat almost covered his whole head.
Then Hermione got an image in her head that she couldn't get out. Draco being eaten by the Sorting Hat. She stifled her giggle, and tried to listen the best she could.
The sorting seemed to take forever, and Hermione even fell asleep at one point, but was awaken with a poke at her side.
"Pay attention Headmistress," Pret Peterling said. He was a tall man, and was a great contrast to the teacher he had taken over for. Charms was a very suitable class for the man. He seemed to enjoy it.
"Weasley, Pernia, 1st year," Mary said. A small girl with bright red hair stood up and walked to the hat. Hermione stared at her. Weasley?
"HUTHORN!" the hat called. Pernia jumped off the stool and walked to her table, her red curls bobbing on her head. Hermione would have to talk with her later. See who her parents were.
The feast was great, being foods from all corners of the world. Hermione had refused to let house elves work at the school unless they received payment, and most of the didn't want to, so she had hired chefs instead. The ministry hadn't been too happy about it, but that was fine with her.
The feast was one of the best meals she had had in awhile. After two helpings of mince pie, a side plate of carrots, and a cherry tart, she was full, and ready to go to sleep. The day hadn't been as bad as she thought it would have been.
"So Hermione, let's make casual talk. What are you wearing under your robes?" Malfoy said in a casual voice. She turned and glared at him, her eyes wide with shock. Did he just ask her...? "Only joking you know."
"Draco, I would advise you not to get that way around me. You may find yourself out of a job," she said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He grinned and ate another bite of his potatoes.
Sighing, Hermione turned back out to face the tables. All the students were talking to each other in a nervous whisper, glancing around the room. They must have been expecting the whole place to blow up. She just hoped that it didn't.
Just then, she spotted the Weasley girl, sitting in one corner of her table, talking to a boy with light brown hair. He was laughing at something she had said, and she seemed to be lightly giggling herself. Hermione would talk to her later. Why disrupt a good conversation?
She would also have a talk with Malfoy later. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw his silver eyes looking her up and down. Sighing, she picked up her fork and started playing with the prongs.
The feast ended, much to Hermione's joy, and at the first chance she got, she raced out of the room. She knew that it wasn't very proper for the Headmistress to run out of a room, but she wanted to catch the Weasley girl before she left. Right as she reached the outer hall, she caught a glimpse of some bobbing red hair heading up the Huthorn stairs. Sighing, Hermione turned around, just to run into someone.
"You made quite a show in there. Is anything wrong?" Malfoy asked, looking into her eyes. His purple eyes were glittering, and Hermione didn't like it. But they were adults now, she couldn't slap him. In public.
"You, my office, NOW!" she said, and pointed down the hall. Draco jumped at the tone of her voice, and looked around to see whom she was talking to. When he found that it was just he and she, a smile spread across his face.
"Yes, Headmistress," he said, and started walking towards the Head Office. Her office. A smug smile touched her face. For the first time ever, he had listened to her. Maybe all she needed to do was be harsh. But then again, this was Draco, and with him, you never knew what was up.
Checking in the Great Hall one last time, just to check if everything was alright, and that all the students were heading to bed, she decided to head to her office. Knowing Draco, he was probably spread out on her desk, naked. She shuddered at the thought, and instead thought of what tomorrow would be like. More hectic, that was for sure.
Like Hagrid had always said, what would come would come, and they would face it in the end. Or at least he had said that, before he...
Breaking into fresh tears, Hermione started running down the hall to her office. How was she going to get through this?
As she pushed the door to her office open, Hermione wiped the tears from her face. The last thing she wanted was for Draco to see her cry.
"Dear god, what's wrong?" he said, jumping to his feet. He had been sitting in her chair, playing with a set of exploding snap cards. They lay on the desk, threatening to blow up. She wouldn't have cared.
Draco ran up to her, his eyes full of worry. It was the first time Hermione had ever seen with that look. He put his arms around her, making the look of shock on her face grow even more. He embraced her like that for some time, till he finally let go. By that time, Hermione had regained her serene look. Well, not regained, but gotten one.
"Malfoy, if you ever do that to me again, I will have to..." she started. She never got to finish, because Draco moved in and kissed her. Freezing up, Hermione had no idea what to do, so she closed her eyes and stood there.
Not since Ron died had she had another kiss. It made her warm inside, and she forgot who was at the other end. Draco pulled away, and looked into her eyes longingly. She turned at walked over to her chair. Right as she sat down, the cards happened to snap, but she ignored them and looked at Malfoy. He seemed to be making himself at home, taking off his teacher robes.
"You take anything else off and I will never speak to you again. Or hear from you again. You will have your mouth removed, and sent away," she said, a smile growing on her face. The look of horror on his made her start to faintly hum again.
"You wouldn't," he said, taking a step back away from her.
"Don't try me," she said, her smile reaching its full extent. He now had a smile too, and had found a chair to sit on. They looked at each other for a few minutes, until Hermione sighed.
"Now, lets get to work. I want to know what potions you will be teaching these kids," she said, opening the top drawer of her desk and looking in. It was empty, besides the object that she desired. Pulling it out, she heard Draco gasp.
"That is... how did you come about one? I have been looking for a long time, and yet I still don't have one," he said, eyeing her up and down again, stopping abruptly when he saw the look in her eyes.
"I have my ways. Now, tell me the potions," she said, placing the object on top of the card ridden desk. Draco glanced at it for a moment, then shook his head.
"The same things Snape taught us. Shrinking potions, Inflammation, Love, stuff like that," he answered, hoping she caught the accent on the love potion. She did.
"You teach them that and you will be out of a job," she said. The grin on his face faded for a moment, but then came back.
"What way to your bed chambers?" he asked, the glint in his eyes returning.
"Draco..." she sighed. He started to laugh, and she pointed out the door. "Just leave. No love potions."
As he left, he was sure to be slow about it. Hermione just shook her head and brought her attention back to the object on her desk.
It was a completely smooth ball. It was all black, except for seven small bars on the side, each a different color. Red, blue, green, purple, pink, silver, yellow. Holding it in her hands, she pressed the red bar in.
In an instant, she was dressed in her nightgown. Smiling, she pushed the blue one. A faint whistling nearby announced that a pot of tea was ready and hot. Skipping the green and pink ones, she lightly tapped the purple. The tea was now on a tray sitting on the desk, with two cups. Why it had brought two, she didn't know, but she poured the herbal tea in and took a sip. It warmed her right up.
Silver, when pushed, took the tray away, and she sighed and got up from her desk, heading off to bed. The object was still in her hand, and she was careful not to drop it. The yellow bar remained un-touched, for even she didn't know what one did. And now was not the time to find out.
Placing the ball on the nightstand, she climbed into her feather bed. The instant her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.