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***Hey guys, I hoped you liked it sooo far, this chapter is much more mysterious, and the plot is starting to thicken , so please R&R****
CHAPTER 7-MORNING AFTER AND A NEW TEACHER
HERMOINE'S POV
After going to Malfoy's room last night, I made myself feel absolutely terrible. I woke up at 5 in the morning and I decided to get ready early and take my time, since my first class did not start until 8. I very much wanted to avoid Malfoy as much as I could, so I tried to make as little much noise as I could. So I grabbed all my bathroom necessities and my uniform and my robes and my mary jane shoes, and I opened my bedroom door as silently as I could then closed it behind me. I peered down the banister to see if Malfoy was in the common room, but he wasn't there, I breathed out a sigh in relief and made my way to the bathroom. I opened the first bathroom door slowly, and got inside, and then went through my own door, and I knew I was safe, cause obviously he couldn't and wouldn't come in here. I decided to take a bath in my luxurious hot tub. So before getting in I poured in some "Magic-a-bath", which were pink bubbles that did not dissapeare, and that were soft enough to hold in your hand and would not break, they smelled of roses, it was really relaxing once I got in. I layed there thinking what could of possessed me to go to his room like that last night. And I concluded to myself, that I indeed did like him. I thought I at least owed him an explanation for last night and the train incident aswell, and with that thought in mind I lifted myself out of the tub, and got dressed. I dried my hair and sleeked my bangs all to one side, and tied my hair into a ponytail, the ends curling up. I just applied some mascara to my eyelashes and bit of blush on my cheeks, and then left the washroom to see if Malfoy was up yet.
As I walked down the staircase into the common room, he sure enough was up, lieing on a couch in his robes already, reading the Transfiguration textbook. I got the impresseion that he was mad at me.
"Hey." I mumbled out to see if I got any response out of him. He didn't even move, he just layed there. I felt terrible since he didn't even acknowledge me being there. Finally I said,
"Listen Malfoy, I know your probaly mad at me for last night, and just leaving you like that, and then in the train, I acted very strange and I know that, I just don't know why I acted like that." I saw him put his book down and look up at me waiting for the rest of my explanation ".I just don't know, all I can say is that Im sorry and that it didn't mean anything." that's when he cut me off.
"Don't worry about it Granger, think nothing of it, you were bored and you wanted a little something before bed time, I get it, and I don't care either so stop making such a big deal." I cautiously smiled.
"I really am sorry though" I persued.
He answered with a simple "uh huh" and went straight to his book once again, not even bothering to keep talking to me.
"And one more thing.." I blurted out "Can we go by first names now, or we gonna be calling each other by our last names for the rest of our lives?"
He looked up at me with an evil grin "What makes you think that I will let you call me Draco when I tell everyone else not to?"
I just let out a small giggle and nudged him on the knee and said "Ya, ya, come on Draco and lets get some breakfast, k?" And we both got up and left our living quarters not mentioning what happened the day before.
DRACO'S POV
Once we stepped out of the door into the hallway, we both saw Potter approaching slowly. I rolled my eyes wondering why he always appeared out of no where. But once Hermoine saw him coming she left my side and went running up to him and swinged her arms around his neck hugging him, while he hugged her back. They were both such good friends, it sickened me that I never had or will have a friendship like that with anyone.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" she asked him, probaly happy that he got her away from me.
"Well taking you to breakfast, I told everyone else I'd come and get you, and here I am, haha" he smiled at her and then rapped his one arm around her shoulders and they turned to face me. He looked at me with suspicious eyes, his arm protective around her shoulders, as if he were giving me a silent agreement that if I hurt her, I'd have to answer to him. I just smirked at that thought, then he finally spoke to me.
"Morning Malfoy". I just raised my one eyebrow and said "hmm", and walked away, no giving either of them a second glance.
HERMOINE'S POV
I stared off as as he walked away, knowing that he was probaly angry at me but was just hiding it. I couldn't blame himfor being mad at me, I played him, and I knew how that felt since it happened to me many times before. I felt extremely bad until harry spoke and tugged at my shoulder.
"Come Hermoine, let's go get some breakfast, shall we? Im famished!" I looked up at him and smile and nodded, and then we went to join our other friends for breakfast.
My first class was transfiguration and of course that went very well since it is my favorite class and McGonagall is my favorite teacher and I her favorite student, and another big plus being that all my Griffindor friends were in that class aswell. So the class just went by in seconds to me.
Second class was Defence against the Dark Arts with Slitherin, this didn't please me much, but might aswell make the most of it. Me, Harry and Ron got to class and sat in one of the middle rows, since I wanted the front and they wanted the back, we settled in the middle, halfway through. Then some Slitherin's came in, followed by Draco, Crabe and Goyle, the three of them sitting in the row behind us, with Goyle behing me, Draco behind Harry and Crabe behind Ron. I liked it this way, since I wouldn't feel the urge to look at Draco, but that didn't mean I didn't feel his eyes piercing through my back. Slowly the whole class filled up and the clock began to tick, and the teacher still did not show up. Soon it was 10:20 when the class was supposed to start at 10:00.
"This is odd, don't ya think? No teacher in the history of Hogwarts has ever been more then a mere 2 seconds late." I lectured Harry and Ron.
"And your finding this odd?" Ron answered back. "So far as a teacher for this class we've had a psycho, a conceited jerk, a werewolf and an imposter. This new teacher has to do something stupid like being late since they have to live up to the rest of the madness of the teachers who have taught this class".
"Agh!" yelled out Harry. Some people in the class began to stare.
"What is it Harry?" Ron asked as we both watched Harry flinch and squint his eyes. And that's when we saw him putting his hand over his scar and rubbed it.
"Oh no" I cried out, then I whispered to both of them. "Harry it's your scar isn't it, has it just started hurting you now?"
"No, it began ever since I started school, before it was more faint, but now all of a sudden, it's stronger" he explained.
"Do you think.."gulped Ron "Do you think it's ..you know who.?"
"I don't think so Ron" answered Harry "If it's Voldemort, sorry, if it's you know who, it feels different,it hurts a lot more, no matter how far away he is from me, and I start getting flash backs of what happened when my parents died, this is, well this is different."
"Remarkable" I looked at him astonished "maybe it's someone else, but who?"
And right when I asked that simple question, a person came in, rapped in a velvet purple cloack that went over their face, and walked towards the desk. I noticed that Harry still flinched with his scar. This teacher though, did not say or do anything, they just stood there, their eyes wandered around the classroom, but none of us could see their face, since it was sooo covered. The hooded person stopped at Harry for 2 seconds more then everyone else and then turned around and faced their back to the class.
"Do you think the teacher is all scary and ugly under that hood?" whispered Ron.
"Ron, geeee, show some respect!" I answered back.
Then the teacher turned around, their hand to the golden broach on their cloak, and finally the long slender hand that appeared pulled back the head of the velvet cloack, and whisped the broach off, and placed the cloack on the chair on their desk.
"HUH!!?" Everyone yelled out and whispered when the teacher did this.
"She's a she!" yelled out Crabe.
"Crabe is right for once, we've never had a girl teacher before for DADA, and she doesn't look old, scary and ugly at all"whispered Ron once again.
Ron was right though, she did not look like a Defence against the Dark Arts teacher at all. She looked normal, but with an eerie kind of feeling about her at the same time. And unlike any other teacher I have seen, she was remarkably beautiful. And it seemed as everyone else thought so too. She looked as if she were in mid 20's, she was tall, and slim, with wonderful features. Her hair was a dark silky black, parted at the middle and flowing down her entire back, some of the strands over her shoulder, her hair passing the middle of her back, and the long ends curled in ringlets, while some of the front strands were whisped behind her ears. Her skin was pale, fresh and flawless, not a creese or rinkle anywhere. Her eyes were big with thick short lashes, and colored of golden greenish brown. Her nose was small, and her lips were pouty with a pinkish color to it bringing out the pinkish hue in her cheeck bones. Her body was slim as can be with curves all in the right places. She wore a long silk black dress that had a high neck covering the whole thing. Then she wore a purple chiffon, long flowing cardigan over top, and a long medallion with a tiny symbol that I could not see hung from her neck. She was beautiful.
Everyone "Ahhh!" and "Woooo!" her silently waiting for her to speak, and then she finally did.
"Goodmorning class!" her voice was soft and soothing, but at the same time direct. She intertwined her fingers together and walked back and forth slowly across the class. "I trust you all had a wonderful summer". She seemed so nice. "And I do apologize for being late, I had some things to care of in London before I apparated here". Everyone in the class nodded. And she gave us a genuine smile and she shifted her eyes to Harry who just watched her as she did this.
"Hello Harry" she spoke to Harry and him alone as if she knew him from before. He didn't answer but just stared at her and gave her a quick smile. She continued to look at him. " I can't believe Im finally meeting the young Harry Potter at last, this is absolutely wonderful, I owe you sooo much young Harry. I was very good friends with your parents Harry, well before the incident."
"You were friends with my parents?" Harry silently asked her.
"I guess you could say that Harry dear" And her eyes shifter downwards, and the looked sad.
And with that she turned around and began her lesson.
I could see it in Harry's face he seemed suspicious as so was I, she was indeed beautiful and kind, but something strikinly familiar about her, that I couldn't my finger on. But what could it be?
***Hey guys, I hoped you liked it sooo far, this chapter is much more mysterious, and the plot is starting to thicken , so please R&R****
CHAPTER 7-MORNING AFTER AND A NEW TEACHER
HERMOINE'S POV
After going to Malfoy's room last night, I made myself feel absolutely terrible. I woke up at 5 in the morning and I decided to get ready early and take my time, since my first class did not start until 8. I very much wanted to avoid Malfoy as much as I could, so I tried to make as little much noise as I could. So I grabbed all my bathroom necessities and my uniform and my robes and my mary jane shoes, and I opened my bedroom door as silently as I could then closed it behind me. I peered down the banister to see if Malfoy was in the common room, but he wasn't there, I breathed out a sigh in relief and made my way to the bathroom. I opened the first bathroom door slowly, and got inside, and then went through my own door, and I knew I was safe, cause obviously he couldn't and wouldn't come in here. I decided to take a bath in my luxurious hot tub. So before getting in I poured in some "Magic-a-bath", which were pink bubbles that did not dissapeare, and that were soft enough to hold in your hand and would not break, they smelled of roses, it was really relaxing once I got in. I layed there thinking what could of possessed me to go to his room like that last night. And I concluded to myself, that I indeed did like him. I thought I at least owed him an explanation for last night and the train incident aswell, and with that thought in mind I lifted myself out of the tub, and got dressed. I dried my hair and sleeked my bangs all to one side, and tied my hair into a ponytail, the ends curling up. I just applied some mascara to my eyelashes and bit of blush on my cheeks, and then left the washroom to see if Malfoy was up yet.
As I walked down the staircase into the common room, he sure enough was up, lieing on a couch in his robes already, reading the Transfiguration textbook. I got the impresseion that he was mad at me.
"Hey." I mumbled out to see if I got any response out of him. He didn't even move, he just layed there. I felt terrible since he didn't even acknowledge me being there. Finally I said,
"Listen Malfoy, I know your probaly mad at me for last night, and just leaving you like that, and then in the train, I acted very strange and I know that, I just don't know why I acted like that." I saw him put his book down and look up at me waiting for the rest of my explanation ".I just don't know, all I can say is that Im sorry and that it didn't mean anything." that's when he cut me off.
"Don't worry about it Granger, think nothing of it, you were bored and you wanted a little something before bed time, I get it, and I don't care either so stop making such a big deal." I cautiously smiled.
"I really am sorry though" I persued.
He answered with a simple "uh huh" and went straight to his book once again, not even bothering to keep talking to me.
"And one more thing.." I blurted out "Can we go by first names now, or we gonna be calling each other by our last names for the rest of our lives?"
He looked up at me with an evil grin "What makes you think that I will let you call me Draco when I tell everyone else not to?"
I just let out a small giggle and nudged him on the knee and said "Ya, ya, come on Draco and lets get some breakfast, k?" And we both got up and left our living quarters not mentioning what happened the day before.
DRACO'S POV
Once we stepped out of the door into the hallway, we both saw Potter approaching slowly. I rolled my eyes wondering why he always appeared out of no where. But once Hermoine saw him coming she left my side and went running up to him and swinged her arms around his neck hugging him, while he hugged her back. They were both such good friends, it sickened me that I never had or will have a friendship like that with anyone.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" she asked him, probaly happy that he got her away from me.
"Well taking you to breakfast, I told everyone else I'd come and get you, and here I am, haha" he smiled at her and then rapped his one arm around her shoulders and they turned to face me. He looked at me with suspicious eyes, his arm protective around her shoulders, as if he were giving me a silent agreement that if I hurt her, I'd have to answer to him. I just smirked at that thought, then he finally spoke to me.
"Morning Malfoy". I just raised my one eyebrow and said "hmm", and walked away, no giving either of them a second glance.
HERMOINE'S POV
I stared off as as he walked away, knowing that he was probaly angry at me but was just hiding it. I couldn't blame himfor being mad at me, I played him, and I knew how that felt since it happened to me many times before. I felt extremely bad until harry spoke and tugged at my shoulder.
"Come Hermoine, let's go get some breakfast, shall we? Im famished!" I looked up at him and smile and nodded, and then we went to join our other friends for breakfast.
My first class was transfiguration and of course that went very well since it is my favorite class and McGonagall is my favorite teacher and I her favorite student, and another big plus being that all my Griffindor friends were in that class aswell. So the class just went by in seconds to me.
Second class was Defence against the Dark Arts with Slitherin, this didn't please me much, but might aswell make the most of it. Me, Harry and Ron got to class and sat in one of the middle rows, since I wanted the front and they wanted the back, we settled in the middle, halfway through. Then some Slitherin's came in, followed by Draco, Crabe and Goyle, the three of them sitting in the row behind us, with Goyle behing me, Draco behind Harry and Crabe behind Ron. I liked it this way, since I wouldn't feel the urge to look at Draco, but that didn't mean I didn't feel his eyes piercing through my back. Slowly the whole class filled up and the clock began to tick, and the teacher still did not show up. Soon it was 10:20 when the class was supposed to start at 10:00.
"This is odd, don't ya think? No teacher in the history of Hogwarts has ever been more then a mere 2 seconds late." I lectured Harry and Ron.
"And your finding this odd?" Ron answered back. "So far as a teacher for this class we've had a psycho, a conceited jerk, a werewolf and an imposter. This new teacher has to do something stupid like being late since they have to live up to the rest of the madness of the teachers who have taught this class".
"Agh!" yelled out Harry. Some people in the class began to stare.
"What is it Harry?" Ron asked as we both watched Harry flinch and squint his eyes. And that's when we saw him putting his hand over his scar and rubbed it.
"Oh no" I cried out, then I whispered to both of them. "Harry it's your scar isn't it, has it just started hurting you now?"
"No, it began ever since I started school, before it was more faint, but now all of a sudden, it's stronger" he explained.
"Do you think.."gulped Ron "Do you think it's ..you know who.?"
"I don't think so Ron" answered Harry "If it's Voldemort, sorry, if it's you know who, it feels different,it hurts a lot more, no matter how far away he is from me, and I start getting flash backs of what happened when my parents died, this is, well this is different."
"Remarkable" I looked at him astonished "maybe it's someone else, but who?"
And right when I asked that simple question, a person came in, rapped in a velvet purple cloack that went over their face, and walked towards the desk. I noticed that Harry still flinched with his scar. This teacher though, did not say or do anything, they just stood there, their eyes wandered around the classroom, but none of us could see their face, since it was sooo covered. The hooded person stopped at Harry for 2 seconds more then everyone else and then turned around and faced their back to the class.
"Do you think the teacher is all scary and ugly under that hood?" whispered Ron.
"Ron, geeee, show some respect!" I answered back.
Then the teacher turned around, their hand to the golden broach on their cloak, and finally the long slender hand that appeared pulled back the head of the velvet cloack, and whisped the broach off, and placed the cloack on the chair on their desk.
"HUH!!?" Everyone yelled out and whispered when the teacher did this.
"She's a she!" yelled out Crabe.
"Crabe is right for once, we've never had a girl teacher before for DADA, and she doesn't look old, scary and ugly at all"whispered Ron once again.
Ron was right though, she did not look like a Defence against the Dark Arts teacher at all. She looked normal, but with an eerie kind of feeling about her at the same time. And unlike any other teacher I have seen, she was remarkably beautiful. And it seemed as everyone else thought so too. She looked as if she were in mid 20's, she was tall, and slim, with wonderful features. Her hair was a dark silky black, parted at the middle and flowing down her entire back, some of the strands over her shoulder, her hair passing the middle of her back, and the long ends curled in ringlets, while some of the front strands were whisped behind her ears. Her skin was pale, fresh and flawless, not a creese or rinkle anywhere. Her eyes were big with thick short lashes, and colored of golden greenish brown. Her nose was small, and her lips were pouty with a pinkish color to it bringing out the pinkish hue in her cheeck bones. Her body was slim as can be with curves all in the right places. She wore a long silk black dress that had a high neck covering the whole thing. Then she wore a purple chiffon, long flowing cardigan over top, and a long medallion with a tiny symbol that I could not see hung from her neck. She was beautiful.
Everyone "Ahhh!" and "Woooo!" her silently waiting for her to speak, and then she finally did.
"Goodmorning class!" her voice was soft and soothing, but at the same time direct. She intertwined her fingers together and walked back and forth slowly across the class. "I trust you all had a wonderful summer". She seemed so nice. "And I do apologize for being late, I had some things to care of in London before I apparated here". Everyone in the class nodded. And she gave us a genuine smile and she shifted her eyes to Harry who just watched her as she did this.
"Hello Harry" she spoke to Harry and him alone as if she knew him from before. He didn't answer but just stared at her and gave her a quick smile. She continued to look at him. " I can't believe Im finally meeting the young Harry Potter at last, this is absolutely wonderful, I owe you sooo much young Harry. I was very good friends with your parents Harry, well before the incident."
"You were friends with my parents?" Harry silently asked her.
"I guess you could say that Harry dear" And her eyes shifter downwards, and the looked sad.
And with that she turned around and began her lesson.
I could see it in Harry's face he seemed suspicious as so was I, she was indeed beautiful and kind, but something strikinly familiar about her, that I couldn't my finger on. But what could it be?