Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic besides Essie,
Loki, and (cue the lights and camera) INTRODUCING the Professor Anyanka
Draca.
~Fic Starts Here~
The whole class heard someone walk into the room. Expecting Moody, the girls all crossed their arms in front of their chests and pulled their skirts down. Instead, they got a huge surprise. A tall, auburn-haired woman walked into the class.
The boy's jaws all dropped. She was GORGEOUS. Her hair, down to her waist, was in natural ringlets. She had beautiful green-tinted hazel eyes. Her build was like a model's, all tall and curvy. She must have been about 5'8. Her un-blemished skin was a creamy ivory, except for her pink- tinted cheeks. She had the lightest touch of green eye shadow, which accented her eyes. All the guys were staring. Well, all except Draco, Harry, and Ron. Draco was busy nuzzling Loki's neck. Harry was busy whispering/licking Essie's ear. Ron was kind of staring, but he kept looking at Hermione's tube-top. The new teacher raised an eyebrow at their antics and held up a seating chart.
"Hello. I am Professor Anyanka Draca." She said crisply, "I am here to replace Mr. Alastor Moody as the Defense Against Dark Arts professor, seeing as there were innumerable complaints of his usage of his magical eye inappropriately." She waited for all the giggles to stop before she went on. "I trust we will get to know each other well this year." She winked at Dean Thomas, whose mouth was hanging open the widest. "I'm going to pass this seating chart around. Please fill in your name where you are sitting so that I can easily tell who you are." She handed the piece of parchment to Lavendar Brown. "Now," she said, hopping onto the desk and crossing her legs, "I'm going ask a question to each one of you. You in turn, will answer it, after giving me your name, and you will ask ME a question, in order to get to know each other better. Now, who's first?"
All the guys in the class were staring because of two reasons: 1., crossing her legs hiked up the skirt she was wearing, and 2., she had no shoes on. Just her bare feet. Well, just was the wrong word. They were very pretty feet. And the toes were shiny from clear nail polish. Dean Thomas raised his hand, his mouth still wide open.
"Yes? Who are you?" the professor inquired, "Oh, wait, hold on." She stretched her arms out and lightly shut Dean and Seamus Finnigan's mouths. "There. With all the small, venomous things we'll be working with, it's best you keep your mouth shut. I wouldn't want something poisonous flying in." she winked again. Instantly, all the mouths clamped shut, like oysters.
"Now, continue please," she said, directing her question to Dean. "What's your name, boy?"
"D-dean Thomas"
"Well, is there something about me that's making you nervous?"
"N-no. not other than the fact that you're very beautiful."
Dean reddened. Draca just raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the palms of her hands, against her desk, still keeping her legs crossed. "Well. Thank you Mr. Thomas. Do you have a question for me?"
"W-will you marry me?" he asked, reddening even more.
"Um, get to know me better before you ask that again," she laughed, "because right now, I'd have to say now, despite how cute you are."
Dean turned a dangerous shade of red and looked down at his desk.
"Now." Said Professor Draca, "Who's next?" Several hands shot up.
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As Professor Draca dismissed class, students were laughing hard at all the kinds of questions that had been asked. For the boys, they ranged from Dean's "will you marry me" to Neville's "will you take points off if I'm being stupid, but not on purpose". The girls ranged from Parvati's "how old are you" (an: 25) to Hermione's "how many years have you been teaching" (an: 5) to Lavendar's "Do you have a boyfriend?" (an: no. she's just broken up). The boys loved her already for her marvelous looks and the girls were warming up to her for her snappy comebacks.
Anya Draca checked her schedule. She didn't have another class for a couple of hours. She decided to go to the staff room and meet the other teachers. As she walked out, she consulted her map. OK. Turn right, then right, then-"OOF". She had walked right into someone and had promptly fallen on her butt. Ow. Those stones HURT. She looked up to see a hook- nosed man with long black hair (kind of the greasy variety, but not quite) that was pulled into a ponytail. He was leering over her. And what? Oh shitfulness. Her skirt had ridden up almost to her crotch. She tugged it down as the guy's smirk widened.
"Err, who are you?" she asked. Well, the guy was kinda hot. In an evil sort of way.
"Professor Severus Snape," he said silkily, "and you are"
"Professor Anyanka Draca"
"Ah." Snape reached down to pluck a paper from the ground that was, coincidentally, close to Professor Draca's leg. "May I help you?" he said smoothly. This new professor was gorgeous.
"No, you may NOT." Anya Draca slapped his hand away, noting the surprise in his face. "I like to take care of my own private papers, thanks." She gathered her papers with a summoning charm.
Snape finally noticed her bare feet. Well. Even sexier but, "You might not want to walk around without shoes, professor," he suggested, "You might.step on something." He raised his eyebrows.
Draca dusted herself off and organized her papers. As she was doing so, she retorted, "Well, you might not want to reach so close to my legs, Severus," she said coolly, a smirk on her face, "you might get slapped."
She walked away quickly. As she reached an intersection, she turned around slightly and made a closing motion with her hand. All the boys watching her immediately shut their mouths.
Snape smirked. How charming.
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AN: I KNOW that Snape is supposed to be in love with Essie, but let me have my fun. And please review.
~Fic Starts Here~
The whole class heard someone walk into the room. Expecting Moody, the girls all crossed their arms in front of their chests and pulled their skirts down. Instead, they got a huge surprise. A tall, auburn-haired woman walked into the class.
The boy's jaws all dropped. She was GORGEOUS. Her hair, down to her waist, was in natural ringlets. She had beautiful green-tinted hazel eyes. Her build was like a model's, all tall and curvy. She must have been about 5'8. Her un-blemished skin was a creamy ivory, except for her pink- tinted cheeks. She had the lightest touch of green eye shadow, which accented her eyes. All the guys were staring. Well, all except Draco, Harry, and Ron. Draco was busy nuzzling Loki's neck. Harry was busy whispering/licking Essie's ear. Ron was kind of staring, but he kept looking at Hermione's tube-top. The new teacher raised an eyebrow at their antics and held up a seating chart.
"Hello. I am Professor Anyanka Draca." She said crisply, "I am here to replace Mr. Alastor Moody as the Defense Against Dark Arts professor, seeing as there were innumerable complaints of his usage of his magical eye inappropriately." She waited for all the giggles to stop before she went on. "I trust we will get to know each other well this year." She winked at Dean Thomas, whose mouth was hanging open the widest. "I'm going to pass this seating chart around. Please fill in your name where you are sitting so that I can easily tell who you are." She handed the piece of parchment to Lavendar Brown. "Now," she said, hopping onto the desk and crossing her legs, "I'm going ask a question to each one of you. You in turn, will answer it, after giving me your name, and you will ask ME a question, in order to get to know each other better. Now, who's first?"
All the guys in the class were staring because of two reasons: 1., crossing her legs hiked up the skirt she was wearing, and 2., she had no shoes on. Just her bare feet. Well, just was the wrong word. They were very pretty feet. And the toes were shiny from clear nail polish. Dean Thomas raised his hand, his mouth still wide open.
"Yes? Who are you?" the professor inquired, "Oh, wait, hold on." She stretched her arms out and lightly shut Dean and Seamus Finnigan's mouths. "There. With all the small, venomous things we'll be working with, it's best you keep your mouth shut. I wouldn't want something poisonous flying in." she winked again. Instantly, all the mouths clamped shut, like oysters.
"Now, continue please," she said, directing her question to Dean. "What's your name, boy?"
"D-dean Thomas"
"Well, is there something about me that's making you nervous?"
"N-no. not other than the fact that you're very beautiful."
Dean reddened. Draca just raised an eyebrow and leaned back on the palms of her hands, against her desk, still keeping her legs crossed. "Well. Thank you Mr. Thomas. Do you have a question for me?"
"W-will you marry me?" he asked, reddening even more.
"Um, get to know me better before you ask that again," she laughed, "because right now, I'd have to say now, despite how cute you are."
Dean turned a dangerous shade of red and looked down at his desk.
"Now." Said Professor Draca, "Who's next?" Several hands shot up.
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As Professor Draca dismissed class, students were laughing hard at all the kinds of questions that had been asked. For the boys, they ranged from Dean's "will you marry me" to Neville's "will you take points off if I'm being stupid, but not on purpose". The girls ranged from Parvati's "how old are you" (an: 25) to Hermione's "how many years have you been teaching" (an: 5) to Lavendar's "Do you have a boyfriend?" (an: no. she's just broken up). The boys loved her already for her marvelous looks and the girls were warming up to her for her snappy comebacks.
Anya Draca checked her schedule. She didn't have another class for a couple of hours. She decided to go to the staff room and meet the other teachers. As she walked out, she consulted her map. OK. Turn right, then right, then-"OOF". She had walked right into someone and had promptly fallen on her butt. Ow. Those stones HURT. She looked up to see a hook- nosed man with long black hair (kind of the greasy variety, but not quite) that was pulled into a ponytail. He was leering over her. And what? Oh shitfulness. Her skirt had ridden up almost to her crotch. She tugged it down as the guy's smirk widened.
"Err, who are you?" she asked. Well, the guy was kinda hot. In an evil sort of way.
"Professor Severus Snape," he said silkily, "and you are"
"Professor Anyanka Draca"
"Ah." Snape reached down to pluck a paper from the ground that was, coincidentally, close to Professor Draca's leg. "May I help you?" he said smoothly. This new professor was gorgeous.
"No, you may NOT." Anya Draca slapped his hand away, noting the surprise in his face. "I like to take care of my own private papers, thanks." She gathered her papers with a summoning charm.
Snape finally noticed her bare feet. Well. Even sexier but, "You might not want to walk around without shoes, professor," he suggested, "You might.step on something." He raised his eyebrows.
Draca dusted herself off and organized her papers. As she was doing so, she retorted, "Well, you might not want to reach so close to my legs, Severus," she said coolly, a smirk on her face, "you might get slapped."
She walked away quickly. As she reached an intersection, she turned around slightly and made a closing motion with her hand. All the boys watching her immediately shut their mouths.
Snape smirked. How charming.
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AN: I KNOW that Snape is supposed to be in love with Essie, but let me have my fun. And please review.