The next day Hermione saw the beautiful robes hanging in her closet. The
House-Elves must have brought them here.
Hermione was still against keeping Elves as slaves, but she had realised in her fifth and sixth year, when she was obsessed with freeing those little creatures, that they were happy. In those years she spend a lot of time in the kitchen. Hermione realised all they wanted to do was make people happy, that was what made them happy. Although there were two Elves that did want to be free.
After finding that out, she went to Dumbledore immediately. He came to the kitchens personally and let one of the elves free. He wanted to travel around the world.
The other House-Elf got paid and he also got days of, just like Dobby. Then Hermione stopped with it, only coming down there once a month to see if one of the Elves changed their mind.
Hermione put a light-blue robe on and the matching shoes. She looked in the mirror, which was hanging on the wall. She looked alright.
She had so much to do. She had to make plans for her lessons and had to do some reading for the last year students. Hermione was well ahead of them, but at the end of the year, she still had to be able to answer questions the students asked her.
Hermione decided to go to breakfast first.
Now she was absolutely sure she was going to ignore her ex-teacher. She still had respect for him of course, but at this moment, he wasn't her teacher, so she didn't have to be over-friendly to him.
When Hermione reached the Great Hall, she saw that the only persons at the table were Helga and Rowena. She quickly walked over to them.
"Where's the rest?" She asked, while sitting next to Rowena.
"Alexander Jones arrived today," said Rowena. "He is the Dark Arts teacher. Godric and Salazar are talking to him in the Head Office."
"And where is Severus today?" Asked Helga.
"He usually doesn't come to breakfast," Hermione said. She had noticed that in her second year, when she was examining the Head Table one morning. She discovered he almost never came to eat breakfast.
"That's too bad," said Helga, not really meaning it. "I see you fit the robes fine!"
"Yes, they're beautiful. Thank you again."
"You're welcome."
Hermione remembered something that shot through her head this morning, when she was taking a bath. (A/N: Let's pretend there exists a bath and a toilet in the wizarding world in that time. I don't want to think about not having a toilet or a shower (shudders))
"Hogwarts isn't the only school that exists in this time, is it? I heard Godric say that yesterday."
"Oh, no," said Rowena, while shaking her head. "He just likes to say that. There are a couple of schools, but only for purebloods with loads of power and they are usually very small. Godric likes to think Hogwarts is the first 'real' school, because we let muggleborns in also."
Hermione nodded. That explained it. Godric looked really sensitive in the subject of muggleborns. Hermione imagined that if you told him that 'mudbloods are scum', he would kill you at the spot. She grinned inwardly at fantasising about Malfoy being cursed by Godric Gryffindor. Hermione had never heard before that Godric Gryffindor was a muggleborn.
Hermione finished breakfast and told her two new friends that she had to do planning for the lessons.
"Oh!" Helga said happily. "Rowena can help you! She is a great planner."
"That sounds like a great idea," Hermione said.
"Come on," Rowena said, smiling. "Let's go to my office. It's on the fifth floor, near the Ravenclaw common room."
"I'll see you two at lunch!" Helga said, while continuing eating.
Rowena was a great help the next few days. She helped Hermione with planning the lessons for the next month, and also helped with preparing a lesson. Rowena showed her a couple of books she could read for teaching the students, and of course gave the books where the students learned out.
Just like when she studied for the O.W.L.'s for the first time, she buried herself in books all day. The only difference was that she could easily go outside in the sun near the lake now, or she could lie on her bed to read, without anyone complaining to her that she had to stop learning for the rest of the day. She was also glad not having to help Neville anymore with his Potions homework.
Hermione just saw the rest of the staff during meals, and she didn't even bother looking at Snape anymore, who chose to ignore her completely.
Godric was really friendly, and Hermione had already made three new friends. Only Salazar didn't talk to anyone, but only came to eat.
"He likes his privacy," Helga said the day before the students would arrive, while making a walk around the castle. "He isn't like the most people, but still very special in his own way. He's really brilliant. And he's got a gift in talking to snakes. He's not like Nat." (Nat was the Care of Magical Creatures teacher.) "Nat can only feel what the animals are feeling, so that he knows what they want. He can communicate with them, to be a little clearer. But Salazar can really understand snakes and talk to them. Not many people know about it, though. No student knows."
~*~
The next day arrived, and the students would arrive this evening. Hermione put on some of the simpler robes Helga gave her (Helga had let the elves put another ten robes in her closet. That quite surprised Hermione). She chose to wear a simple black robe. She had only one black robe, because Helga liked all sorts of colours.
Hermione arrived a bit late at dinner, and all the places were seated. She looked at Alexander Jones, who wasn't a very nice view to look at. His eyes were red, and not because he was tired.
Godric explained he was hit by a curse in his early days. It wasn't a bad thing actually, because now he could see warmth, like some kind of animals could. That was why he could see in the dark.
He wasn't exactly bad looking, with his fine brown hair and nice looking body, but he did have many scars on his face, what made him look scary for most of the students.
Hermione had no other choice but to sit next to Salazar. There were two seats free, but she chose not to sit next to the cleaner of the school. He was an old man with grey hair and he looked like he could drop dead any moment with his thousand wrinkles and his tired eyes. He was the skinniest man she had ever seen.
That was why Hermione ended up sitting between Severus Snape, who came in late, and Salazar Slytherin. What a nightmare.
The four heads of the school sat next to each other, but there was still one seat left next to Salazar and Helga, where Rowena had to sit. She led the first year students to the stool, where the sorting hat sat. It looked quite new at this moment. Hermione still couldn't imagine that a hat could live for over a thousand years.
Hundreds of students came walking through the huge doors of the Great Hall. It looked much more scary now that she sat on the Head Table, instead of the Gryffindor Table.
Godric had explained her that she had to make a good first impression. If she looked scared, no one was going to respect her. If she looked confident and if she glowed with power, than they would respect her.
So, Hermione did her best to look as confident as possible, but not trying to hard. Helga, on the other hand, had told her she had to glow trust to her students. All the Hufflepuff students trusted Helga, and would tell her every secret. That was a way to gain respect from your students.
Then Rowena had told her the most important thing was to show wisdom. If you were smarter than them, it would all be fine.
That was why Hermione sat there, trying to look like she was secure, and trying to be friendly also. In her first classes tomorrow she would show the students she was smart.
Hermione smiled at a group of girls that sat on the Hufflepuff Table. They smiled back. She looked around the Great Hall, and noticed the frightened little first years walk in. Rowena glowed power, and showed the students she was strict and liked rules. She made that clear immediately. Hermione smiled as she realised that all three of them had their own tactics for respect.
Hermione heard the hat sing the song about the four houses. When the song ended, Rowena read the names of the students aloud to get sorted.
After that the last student was sorted in Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff stood up. All the students went silent.
"Welcome at Hogwarts," she said with her usual friendly voice. "Some of you know that this year is the tenth year that Hogwarts exists. That's why we are keeping a Ball in two weeks. Only Fourth Years and up are allowed. A student in a higher class, can of course take a student from a lower class as a partner to the Ball." All students were very happy, and they started talking to each other exited. "Before we all start being happy, I have to say that being out of the castle after dark isn't allowed. The Head of your house will explain further what is allowed or not, as they take you to your common room." She smiled at a couple of nervous first years at the Ravenclaw table. "I think you're all very hungry at the moment, but I have an other announcement to make. I am sorry to inform that our Charms and Potions Professors have left. But in their place are now Professor Snape, who will teach you potions." There sound a soft clapping from the students. Hermione saw him looking at all of them dangerously. "And as a replacement for Charms, there is Professor Granger." There sounded a loud clapping. Most of them by the elder boys, who were making so many noises Helga had to silence them down. Hermione was glad her face wasn't red from the nerves. "Now, I believe, it is time to eat."
There appeared food before them, and Hermione started to eat. She looked at Snape, who was silently eating, while glancing at a couple of Gryffindor students, who were looking at him. They quickly looked away.
Hermione actually giggled. Not a good thing to do.
"Is there something the matter?" He asked.
"No, nothing," Hermione said, while trying not to meet his dark eyes. She looked at Salazar, who was sitting next to her. His hair fell over his green eyes. She couldn't take her eyes of him, but she got a hold of herself and looked at her food. She had to control herself. It was not like Hermione to go looking at attractive men.
When the food disappeared from their plates, Helga told her last words, and let the students go to their common room.
Hermione was tired already. She was getting use to being in the past a bit, because the castle hadn't changed much, only the people in it had changed.
As Hermione reached the door of her office, she saw Snape approaching. She decided to wait until he was here. She knew she had been acting stupid, but he had too. Although they both didn't like each other, they still had to find a way to get back to the future.
Severus Snape looked at Hermione suspiciously.
"Hello Professor," Hermione said.
"Hello Miss Granger," he said coldly.
"I wanted to talk to you about a way to get back."
"Talk to me on Saturday. I don't have time. I still have to prepare my lessons. Goodnight, Professor Granger."
Hermione was furious. How dare he do that! He didn't even let her say a word!
And by the way… who was the one that kept yelling to her a week ago about the fact that she was stupid to get them here? Angrily she opened her office door and closed it as hard as possible behind her.
~*~
The next morning Hermione sadly sat at the Head Table. She had a dream about Harry and Ron. She couldn't remember exactly what it was about, but she knew they were in it.
That was why Hermione couldn't stop thinking about her parents and her friends. She loved her parents very much, and usually she wrote them often, but now she couldn't even write them in a simple note about the fact that she loved them.
She also missed Harry and Ron. She had never had real friends, before she came at Hogwarts. They really cared about her, even though they usually didn't show it in a good way.
Ron did it in fights. He was scared that Victor Krum, who was four years older then Hermione, would do something to her she didn't want. Ron admitted that in their fifth year, even though Hermione had been thinking he might have a crush on her, what wasn't so.
Victor had always been nice to her, saying things like 'I love you', but she just didn't love him back.
Victor had sent her a letter in the beginning of the summer vacation that he had to break up with her, because of his parents. They wanted him to marry a pureblooded witch. He was really sorry, but wanted to be friends. They still wrote each other letters once in a while. Victor was still a great Quidditch player, and very successful.
Harry had always been a little blind. He noticed that Ginny had been deeply in love with him for five years in his sixth year, when they started dating. Harry almost never noticed when something was up with her, but when he did, he would do anything to make her feel better.
Hermione signed and ate a toast, while looking around the Great Hall. God she missed them. But even though she did, she had to be prepared at the fact that she might never see them again. Maybe she had to spend the rest of her live in this time.
"Good morning," Hermione said, as Salazar Slytherin sat next to her. He looked at her with an unreadable expression and mumbled a: "Good morning."
Hermione shrugged as she finished her toast and excused herself from the table, to go teach the first lesson she ever taught.
She had only been this nervous when she had received her first test she had ever made at Hogwarts.
She sat in her office, waiting for the time that she could enter her class. Rowena told her she could better make an entrance, because she absolutely couldn't sit in the class before the students came in; that didn't leave a good impression.
So, a minute before all the students were supposed to be inside, she entered her classroom, hoping nobody would be late, because then she would have to take off points. Then she would screw up her whole, 'I'm nice. I like to be your friend,' impression. Helga told her that she had to be their friend.
She first had seventh years of Slytherin and Gryffindor. The worse houses she could possibly have for her first day. The brave of Gryffindor would make her day hard, and we all know the Slytherin house. And it had to be seventh years on top of everything else!
Hermione smiled at a Gryffindor girl, who had a Head Girl badge on. She tried to walk secure to the front of the class. She thought she did quite well. As she reached the front of the class, she noticed that it was time to start the lesson.
"Hello class," she said. "I'm Hermione Granger. I've heard you're on a quite high level in this class, so I think I'll let you all practise today. First I want you to make a few quick notes, as I explain a couple of things."
Someone whistled a 'you're hot' tune to her (A/N: You know. Foeit foeit. I don't know how I to explain or how it's called. Stupid me!) Hermione's eyes flashed through the class, but she chose to ignore it. She started talking about the Invisibility spell they had to learn today.
After ten minutes, she told the students they could start with practising the spell. Hermione herself walked around the class, looking if anybody needed help.
"Professor Granger?" Sounded a boy's voice across the room, after five minutes walking. Hermione walked to the boy that called her. He had a handsome face and clear blue eyes, with short black hair.
"Yes?"
"I have some problems with the spell. I mean, do you have to point the wand to yourself?" He asked stupidly.
"Haven't you paid attention the last minutes, Mister…" She looked at his nametag. "Caldwell. If you had made notes you would have written down that you have to make this movement," Hermione pulled her wand and made complicated movements, making some kind of circles around herself. "And then you have to…" Suddenly Hermione felt a hand on her ass. She turned around, to see only air. She heard Caldwell chuckle behind her. She said a spell and moved her wand around the classroom. A boy appeared. He was from Slytherin and seemed surprised that he was suddenly visible again. She looked at his nametag furiously. "Mister Hangman! Go sit down this instant next to your friend Mister Caldwell!" She couldn't control herself. "This stupid action has cost you fifty points for Slytherin and also twenty points for your friend! Don't ever think I'm stupid, Mister Hangman. If you were smarter enough, you would have known that there is a counter curse for this invisibility spell. That's why it's not smart to use it close to someone who is obviously smarter than you and knows the counter spell! Now sit down!"
He obeyed and sat down next to the other boy. Hermione looked at the other students, who were looking at her in surprise.
"What? Have I something written on my forehead?" She whispered coldly. "Get back to work."
Hermione sat behind her desk for the rest of the lesson, looking at her students dangerously, who were now doing nothing else than concentrating on their work.
When the lesson ended, and Hermione had given them homework, she was glad she was going to have only second and third years the next few hours. This was the most humiliating class ever. Didn't those kids have any respect for their teachers?
~*~*~*~
A/N: I thought Slytherin's name was Salazar. Not Salazar. I had to change it the last minute when I saw another fic about the Founders.
Well, that was chapter two. Not really HG/SS Romance yet, but I promise it will come soon (the next chapter, I think).
And now about that Hangman fellow. I really don't think any student would dare to grab one of their teachers by the ass, but I guest some of those Slytherins are kind of stupid. He didn't think she would figure out that it was him (knowing he was invisible. Forgetting there was a spell that could make you visible again!) And he just thought Hermione was a weakling, but she showed she wasn't.
And I know the title of the story is stupid, but I didn't know any other at the moment.
I'm not good in making up names, so if there are a couple lame names in it, don't complain.
Review please!
Hermione was still against keeping Elves as slaves, but she had realised in her fifth and sixth year, when she was obsessed with freeing those little creatures, that they were happy. In those years she spend a lot of time in the kitchen. Hermione realised all they wanted to do was make people happy, that was what made them happy. Although there were two Elves that did want to be free.
After finding that out, she went to Dumbledore immediately. He came to the kitchens personally and let one of the elves free. He wanted to travel around the world.
The other House-Elf got paid and he also got days of, just like Dobby. Then Hermione stopped with it, only coming down there once a month to see if one of the Elves changed their mind.
Hermione put a light-blue robe on and the matching shoes. She looked in the mirror, which was hanging on the wall. She looked alright.
She had so much to do. She had to make plans for her lessons and had to do some reading for the last year students. Hermione was well ahead of them, but at the end of the year, she still had to be able to answer questions the students asked her.
Hermione decided to go to breakfast first.
Now she was absolutely sure she was going to ignore her ex-teacher. She still had respect for him of course, but at this moment, he wasn't her teacher, so she didn't have to be over-friendly to him.
When Hermione reached the Great Hall, she saw that the only persons at the table were Helga and Rowena. She quickly walked over to them.
"Where's the rest?" She asked, while sitting next to Rowena.
"Alexander Jones arrived today," said Rowena. "He is the Dark Arts teacher. Godric and Salazar are talking to him in the Head Office."
"And where is Severus today?" Asked Helga.
"He usually doesn't come to breakfast," Hermione said. She had noticed that in her second year, when she was examining the Head Table one morning. She discovered he almost never came to eat breakfast.
"That's too bad," said Helga, not really meaning it. "I see you fit the robes fine!"
"Yes, they're beautiful. Thank you again."
"You're welcome."
Hermione remembered something that shot through her head this morning, when she was taking a bath. (A/N: Let's pretend there exists a bath and a toilet in the wizarding world in that time. I don't want to think about not having a toilet or a shower (shudders))
"Hogwarts isn't the only school that exists in this time, is it? I heard Godric say that yesterday."
"Oh, no," said Rowena, while shaking her head. "He just likes to say that. There are a couple of schools, but only for purebloods with loads of power and they are usually very small. Godric likes to think Hogwarts is the first 'real' school, because we let muggleborns in also."
Hermione nodded. That explained it. Godric looked really sensitive in the subject of muggleborns. Hermione imagined that if you told him that 'mudbloods are scum', he would kill you at the spot. She grinned inwardly at fantasising about Malfoy being cursed by Godric Gryffindor. Hermione had never heard before that Godric Gryffindor was a muggleborn.
Hermione finished breakfast and told her two new friends that she had to do planning for the lessons.
"Oh!" Helga said happily. "Rowena can help you! She is a great planner."
"That sounds like a great idea," Hermione said.
"Come on," Rowena said, smiling. "Let's go to my office. It's on the fifth floor, near the Ravenclaw common room."
"I'll see you two at lunch!" Helga said, while continuing eating.
Rowena was a great help the next few days. She helped Hermione with planning the lessons for the next month, and also helped with preparing a lesson. Rowena showed her a couple of books she could read for teaching the students, and of course gave the books where the students learned out.
Just like when she studied for the O.W.L.'s for the first time, she buried herself in books all day. The only difference was that she could easily go outside in the sun near the lake now, or she could lie on her bed to read, without anyone complaining to her that she had to stop learning for the rest of the day. She was also glad not having to help Neville anymore with his Potions homework.
Hermione just saw the rest of the staff during meals, and she didn't even bother looking at Snape anymore, who chose to ignore her completely.
Godric was really friendly, and Hermione had already made three new friends. Only Salazar didn't talk to anyone, but only came to eat.
"He likes his privacy," Helga said the day before the students would arrive, while making a walk around the castle. "He isn't like the most people, but still very special in his own way. He's really brilliant. And he's got a gift in talking to snakes. He's not like Nat." (Nat was the Care of Magical Creatures teacher.) "Nat can only feel what the animals are feeling, so that he knows what they want. He can communicate with them, to be a little clearer. But Salazar can really understand snakes and talk to them. Not many people know about it, though. No student knows."
~*~
The next day arrived, and the students would arrive this evening. Hermione put on some of the simpler robes Helga gave her (Helga had let the elves put another ten robes in her closet. That quite surprised Hermione). She chose to wear a simple black robe. She had only one black robe, because Helga liked all sorts of colours.
Hermione arrived a bit late at dinner, and all the places were seated. She looked at Alexander Jones, who wasn't a very nice view to look at. His eyes were red, and not because he was tired.
Godric explained he was hit by a curse in his early days. It wasn't a bad thing actually, because now he could see warmth, like some kind of animals could. That was why he could see in the dark.
He wasn't exactly bad looking, with his fine brown hair and nice looking body, but he did have many scars on his face, what made him look scary for most of the students.
Hermione had no other choice but to sit next to Salazar. There were two seats free, but she chose not to sit next to the cleaner of the school. He was an old man with grey hair and he looked like he could drop dead any moment with his thousand wrinkles and his tired eyes. He was the skinniest man she had ever seen.
That was why Hermione ended up sitting between Severus Snape, who came in late, and Salazar Slytherin. What a nightmare.
The four heads of the school sat next to each other, but there was still one seat left next to Salazar and Helga, where Rowena had to sit. She led the first year students to the stool, where the sorting hat sat. It looked quite new at this moment. Hermione still couldn't imagine that a hat could live for over a thousand years.
Hundreds of students came walking through the huge doors of the Great Hall. It looked much more scary now that she sat on the Head Table, instead of the Gryffindor Table.
Godric had explained her that she had to make a good first impression. If she looked scared, no one was going to respect her. If she looked confident and if she glowed with power, than they would respect her.
So, Hermione did her best to look as confident as possible, but not trying to hard. Helga, on the other hand, had told her she had to glow trust to her students. All the Hufflepuff students trusted Helga, and would tell her every secret. That was a way to gain respect from your students.
Then Rowena had told her the most important thing was to show wisdom. If you were smarter than them, it would all be fine.
That was why Hermione sat there, trying to look like she was secure, and trying to be friendly also. In her first classes tomorrow she would show the students she was smart.
Hermione smiled at a group of girls that sat on the Hufflepuff Table. They smiled back. She looked around the Great Hall, and noticed the frightened little first years walk in. Rowena glowed power, and showed the students she was strict and liked rules. She made that clear immediately. Hermione smiled as she realised that all three of them had their own tactics for respect.
Hermione heard the hat sing the song about the four houses. When the song ended, Rowena read the names of the students aloud to get sorted.
After that the last student was sorted in Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff stood up. All the students went silent.
"Welcome at Hogwarts," she said with her usual friendly voice. "Some of you know that this year is the tenth year that Hogwarts exists. That's why we are keeping a Ball in two weeks. Only Fourth Years and up are allowed. A student in a higher class, can of course take a student from a lower class as a partner to the Ball." All students were very happy, and they started talking to each other exited. "Before we all start being happy, I have to say that being out of the castle after dark isn't allowed. The Head of your house will explain further what is allowed or not, as they take you to your common room." She smiled at a couple of nervous first years at the Ravenclaw table. "I think you're all very hungry at the moment, but I have an other announcement to make. I am sorry to inform that our Charms and Potions Professors have left. But in their place are now Professor Snape, who will teach you potions." There sound a soft clapping from the students. Hermione saw him looking at all of them dangerously. "And as a replacement for Charms, there is Professor Granger." There sounded a loud clapping. Most of them by the elder boys, who were making so many noises Helga had to silence them down. Hermione was glad her face wasn't red from the nerves. "Now, I believe, it is time to eat."
There appeared food before them, and Hermione started to eat. She looked at Snape, who was silently eating, while glancing at a couple of Gryffindor students, who were looking at him. They quickly looked away.
Hermione actually giggled. Not a good thing to do.
"Is there something the matter?" He asked.
"No, nothing," Hermione said, while trying not to meet his dark eyes. She looked at Salazar, who was sitting next to her. His hair fell over his green eyes. She couldn't take her eyes of him, but she got a hold of herself and looked at her food. She had to control herself. It was not like Hermione to go looking at attractive men.
When the food disappeared from their plates, Helga told her last words, and let the students go to their common room.
Hermione was tired already. She was getting use to being in the past a bit, because the castle hadn't changed much, only the people in it had changed.
As Hermione reached the door of her office, she saw Snape approaching. She decided to wait until he was here. She knew she had been acting stupid, but he had too. Although they both didn't like each other, they still had to find a way to get back to the future.
Severus Snape looked at Hermione suspiciously.
"Hello Professor," Hermione said.
"Hello Miss Granger," he said coldly.
"I wanted to talk to you about a way to get back."
"Talk to me on Saturday. I don't have time. I still have to prepare my lessons. Goodnight, Professor Granger."
Hermione was furious. How dare he do that! He didn't even let her say a word!
And by the way… who was the one that kept yelling to her a week ago about the fact that she was stupid to get them here? Angrily she opened her office door and closed it as hard as possible behind her.
~*~
The next morning Hermione sadly sat at the Head Table. She had a dream about Harry and Ron. She couldn't remember exactly what it was about, but she knew they were in it.
That was why Hermione couldn't stop thinking about her parents and her friends. She loved her parents very much, and usually she wrote them often, but now she couldn't even write them in a simple note about the fact that she loved them.
She also missed Harry and Ron. She had never had real friends, before she came at Hogwarts. They really cared about her, even though they usually didn't show it in a good way.
Ron did it in fights. He was scared that Victor Krum, who was four years older then Hermione, would do something to her she didn't want. Ron admitted that in their fifth year, even though Hermione had been thinking he might have a crush on her, what wasn't so.
Victor had always been nice to her, saying things like 'I love you', but she just didn't love him back.
Victor had sent her a letter in the beginning of the summer vacation that he had to break up with her, because of his parents. They wanted him to marry a pureblooded witch. He was really sorry, but wanted to be friends. They still wrote each other letters once in a while. Victor was still a great Quidditch player, and very successful.
Harry had always been a little blind. He noticed that Ginny had been deeply in love with him for five years in his sixth year, when they started dating. Harry almost never noticed when something was up with her, but when he did, he would do anything to make her feel better.
Hermione signed and ate a toast, while looking around the Great Hall. God she missed them. But even though she did, she had to be prepared at the fact that she might never see them again. Maybe she had to spend the rest of her live in this time.
"Good morning," Hermione said, as Salazar Slytherin sat next to her. He looked at her with an unreadable expression and mumbled a: "Good morning."
Hermione shrugged as she finished her toast and excused herself from the table, to go teach the first lesson she ever taught.
She had only been this nervous when she had received her first test she had ever made at Hogwarts.
She sat in her office, waiting for the time that she could enter her class. Rowena told her she could better make an entrance, because she absolutely couldn't sit in the class before the students came in; that didn't leave a good impression.
So, a minute before all the students were supposed to be inside, she entered her classroom, hoping nobody would be late, because then she would have to take off points. Then she would screw up her whole, 'I'm nice. I like to be your friend,' impression. Helga told her that she had to be their friend.
She first had seventh years of Slytherin and Gryffindor. The worse houses she could possibly have for her first day. The brave of Gryffindor would make her day hard, and we all know the Slytherin house. And it had to be seventh years on top of everything else!
Hermione smiled at a Gryffindor girl, who had a Head Girl badge on. She tried to walk secure to the front of the class. She thought she did quite well. As she reached the front of the class, she noticed that it was time to start the lesson.
"Hello class," she said. "I'm Hermione Granger. I've heard you're on a quite high level in this class, so I think I'll let you all practise today. First I want you to make a few quick notes, as I explain a couple of things."
Someone whistled a 'you're hot' tune to her (A/N: You know. Foeit foeit. I don't know how I to explain or how it's called. Stupid me!) Hermione's eyes flashed through the class, but she chose to ignore it. She started talking about the Invisibility spell they had to learn today.
After ten minutes, she told the students they could start with practising the spell. Hermione herself walked around the class, looking if anybody needed help.
"Professor Granger?" Sounded a boy's voice across the room, after five minutes walking. Hermione walked to the boy that called her. He had a handsome face and clear blue eyes, with short black hair.
"Yes?"
"I have some problems with the spell. I mean, do you have to point the wand to yourself?" He asked stupidly.
"Haven't you paid attention the last minutes, Mister…" She looked at his nametag. "Caldwell. If you had made notes you would have written down that you have to make this movement," Hermione pulled her wand and made complicated movements, making some kind of circles around herself. "And then you have to…" Suddenly Hermione felt a hand on her ass. She turned around, to see only air. She heard Caldwell chuckle behind her. She said a spell and moved her wand around the classroom. A boy appeared. He was from Slytherin and seemed surprised that he was suddenly visible again. She looked at his nametag furiously. "Mister Hangman! Go sit down this instant next to your friend Mister Caldwell!" She couldn't control herself. "This stupid action has cost you fifty points for Slytherin and also twenty points for your friend! Don't ever think I'm stupid, Mister Hangman. If you were smarter enough, you would have known that there is a counter curse for this invisibility spell. That's why it's not smart to use it close to someone who is obviously smarter than you and knows the counter spell! Now sit down!"
He obeyed and sat down next to the other boy. Hermione looked at the other students, who were looking at her in surprise.
"What? Have I something written on my forehead?" She whispered coldly. "Get back to work."
Hermione sat behind her desk for the rest of the lesson, looking at her students dangerously, who were now doing nothing else than concentrating on their work.
When the lesson ended, and Hermione had given them homework, she was glad she was going to have only second and third years the next few hours. This was the most humiliating class ever. Didn't those kids have any respect for their teachers?
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A/N: I thought Slytherin's name was Salazar. Not Salazar. I had to change it the last minute when I saw another fic about the Founders.
Well, that was chapter two. Not really HG/SS Romance yet, but I promise it will come soon (the next chapter, I think).
And now about that Hangman fellow. I really don't think any student would dare to grab one of their teachers by the ass, but I guest some of those Slytherins are kind of stupid. He didn't think she would figure out that it was him (knowing he was invisible. Forgetting there was a spell that could make you visible again!) And he just thought Hermione was a weakling, but she showed she wasn't.
And I know the title of the story is stupid, but I didn't know any other at the moment.
I'm not good in making up names, so if there are a couple lame names in it, don't complain.
Review please!