Not So Innocent II

by CuteDiva

A/N: Parte dos, senores y senoritas! Les gusto la primera parte, o estoy equivocada? (In case you don't know what the hell I just said, it was: Part two, ladies and gentlemen! Did you like part one, or am I mistaken? My parents are Latin American. Sue me.) Anyways, as always, I'm writing this right after I posted the first one, so I don't have a clue what the reaction to it was. Oh well. Not much to say. I'm rambling. Any suggestions, write it in the reviews. Any flames or email viruses sent to me will be completely ignored and will come with bitter consequences towards the flamer. 'Kay?

Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall in high spirits, ready to face the new year at Hogwarts. They sat down at the Gryffindor table, just as the yearly timetables were being handed out and the daily owl post arrived.

"Oh no!" Ron said, looking at his timetable in horror. "We have Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Slytherins!"

Hermione looked at the schedule in confusion. "Wait a second. Did you guys notice something odd about the banquet last night?"

"That you didn't start a riot about house elf slavery like you did last year?" Harry joked.

"No," Hermione said, glaring pointedly. "That Dumbledore didn't mention anything about who would be teaching D.A.D.A. And there wasn't a new teacher in sight!"

Harry thought back, realizing she was right. The staff table was unmistakebly lacking any new teachers. "Maybe there's been a mistake," Harry said reasonably.

"We'll find out soon enough," Ron said. "Our first class is Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Nodding, Harry, Hermione, and Ron went off, without even finishing their breakfast, to the D.A.D.A. room. Class wouldn't start for another fifteen minutes, but Harry was willing to wait. This was a very rare situation. And obviously, a lot of other students had also realized that there was no new teacher at the banquet, and within eight minutes, all the Gryffindors and Slytherins had united outside the empty, locked classroom, waiting expectantly.

"Maybe they couldn't get a teacher in time," Justin Finch-Fletchey (A/N: Is that his name?) suggested.

"Maybe no one wanted the job. It is jinxed, you know," Parvati Patil put in.

"The staff probably didn't even notice," a cold voice drawled, and Draco Malfoy came into view. "This school's more trouble that it's worth, after all, with that loon Dumbledore in charge."

"Watch your tongue, Malfoy," Harry said in a deadly tone. "I'm not taking any shit from you this year."

Harry's stare fixed on Malfoy, his eyes just as cold as the pale blonde boy's. Malfoy's face twisted into an awkward, evil grin. He just stared at Harry. He's trying to intimidate me, Harry thought, trying hard not to break the stare. Malfoy finally looked away, that annoying grin still glued on his ashy, powder white face.

Suddenly, someone moved quickly through the crowd. Upon closer inspection, it was Professor McGonagall, quickly opening the door to the classroom with her keys. Everyone crowded into the room, chattering in a confused buzz. McGonagall just sat down at the dust-covered desk, silently looking out the door. Very strange.

And then, unexpectedly, a tall, blonde female figure dressed in purple velvet robes entered the room, her arms filled with a dozen thick books and carrying a large purse on her shoulder. She exchanged a few words with McGonagall, her hood covering her face. But you could still see the blonde flecks messily peeking out.

Professor McGonagall left the classroom, and the hooded girl sat down on the desk. Everyone stared silently. Who was this mysterious woman? Was she their teacher?

Not noticing their stares, the hooded figure took a scroll that was undoubtedly a roll book out of her purse, then grabbed a piece of chalk from the desk and wrote something on the board. She sat down again, looked out the window absentmindedly as she grabbed a box of books from a cabinet, and slowly (or at least that's how it seemed to the awed classroom) she removed her hood.

Hermione gasped. "Don't tell me she's going to be our new teacher!" she shrieked, in a way that was very rare of her. Ron's jaw dropped, and words failed him.

Moving away from the board to reveal what she had written, the woman spoke. "I'm Professor Fleur Delacour, and I am ze new Defense Against ze Dark Arts teacher. I am, how you say, looking forward to zis year 'ere at 'Ogwarts."

On the board, she had spelled out the words "Professor Delacour," in neat, loopy cursive handwriting. She smiled curiously at the awed class.

"Was it something I said?"

A/N: Cliffhanger! Yeah, I know that sucked, and I know this isn't humor just yet, but trust me, this is soon to be your favorite series. So stay tuned to find out what happens now that Fleur is at Hogwarts!

P.S. To anyone who even think of flaming me:

In book 4, Fleur Delacour said that she was going to try to get a job at Hogwarts. So this plotline is not stupid. 'Kay?