A/n: They have problems controlling their anger, right? Well? Don't they? / Well, this was the only idea I could get because I have severe writers block. Thank you, my lovely reviewers! Spoilers galore.

Chapter 17(16): 'AM' is to blame

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"Are you guys disappointed with me?" Hermione asked her friends as she played with her fork, desperately telling herself not to drink that delicious glass of sweet mellow pumpkin juice.

"Ery Ermyony." ("Yeah, Hermione.") Ron said thickly; he was eating biscuits while speaking.

"I nderant hough cause yew webe barbered to." ("I understand though because you were ordered to.") Harry said just as thickly, Hermione shook her head at her friends, and her attention went back to her glass of sweet pumpkin juice.

Just one tiny sip wouldn't hurt, it's only be barely a quarter of it… Its sweet taste gracing your tongue, relieving you of the aftertaste of biscuits in your mouth… Before she knew it, she had the glass to her mouth, but she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Looking behind her, she saw Draco, and she blinked several times.

"If you drink it, look at me, Hermione." He said in undertone so she would be the only one that heard him. Hermione, looking back at Draco, practically chugged the pumpkin juice down. When she was finished, she felt a fluttery feeling in her stomach increase, and found it hard to keep her eyes on her husband while he just stared deep into her eyes, holding his glass of pumpkin juice in his hand.

"I think this was a really bad idea…" Hermione said to him, while Harry and Ron were looking over at their best friend curiously, until Ron noticed Draco and practically exploded with anger.

"You made Hermione say what happened in Potions! You made her say she was married to you! Bastard!"

The teachers probably wouldn't hear him, but Draco glanced around just in case before retorting back, "Language, Weasley. The girl is my wife and we have bigger connections than the measly dead Black to prove it. In fact, just ask Scar Head because he's known for a long time." He turned to leave, but a hand caught his and his eyes met Hermione's.

"He's right Ron. See?" She held up her left hand and Ron looked from Hermione to Draco back again, as if waiting for someone to shout, 'April Fools!' but it wasn't April, and that was more of the Weasley Twins' kind of thing. People did, though, do 'Weasleys' on occasion, but that hadn't been since 6th year when Umbridge visited. The halls were flooded, but McGonagall had taken care of it after the bitch- ooh, did I say that, I meant witch, though not in the complementing way at all- had left Hogwarts.

"It would be a cold day in hell before Hermione would ever fall for you!" Ron was attracting attention from the Gryffindor boys, who looked immediately at Hermione, several still drinking from their 'love'ly goblets of pumpkin juice.

"It looks like it's a very cold day in hell, Weasley… In fact, it must be way below 900 Degrees." He sneered at the apprehensive look on Ron's face, Hermione glared at the boys staring at her, and twelve of them pouted, the other six looking appalled.

"Ron, can't you get over it? I know a good number of girls who'd love to be with you in bed! Like-"

"Hem hem!" Hermione looked over Draco's head to see a familiar pointy hat and just in time to see Draco's face pale, Harry with a furious look on his face, Ron's eyes wide, and over to the Ravenclaw table where Luna was reading the Quibbler up-side-down, an air of obliviousness around her. "I, the new Anger Management teacher Penelope…" A large release of held breath made the rest of her sentence unheard.

"Oh Merlin! I really thought it was Umbridge!" Hermione said to Draco, biting her lip unconsciously.

"That fat bellied bitch. I was so convinced! Thank Merlin! I really hope Umbridge's dead, because I had word from Father she tried to hurt my Uncle!" Draco whispered to Hermione, and she burst into tears. He put a comforting arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him.

"She's a loon… Bloody little… Why did she have to be as short as that crazy bat? She nearly scared the shit out of me!" Ron whispered to Harry and he merely nodded, his eyes on the 'AM' teacher.

"AHEM!" She nearly screamed and the Great Hall grew quiet. "As I was saying… Considerable amounts of students here have problems controlling their anger." The whole Gryffindor table looked at either Draco or Ron. "And it interferes with their grades, I'm afraid. The following students will meet up with me after school to get started. Miss Granger-"

"IT'S MALFOY! MY LAST NAME'S MALFOY!" Hermione interrupted, and Draco had to put both his hands on her shoulders to hold her back from attacking the AM teacher.

Penelope gave Hermione a dark look, and she just gave an even darker one. "As I was saying… Ms. Hermione Granger; Mr. Draco Malfoy are partners. Mr. Ronald Weasley; Mr. Harry Potter. Ms. Pansy Parkinson; and Mr. Blaise Zambini." Hermione's stomach fell when she heard Zambini's name, and fought against Draco harder. He finally pulled her out of her seat and into his arms. Glancing around, he saw no one was looking at them, until Hermione screeched.

"She should pay! The Dark Lord sent her here! I know it! She's evil! Kill he-" Draco decided she was attracting too much attention to herself and pressed his lips hard against hers, and all she got out was, "-fucking little teach-" before she gave in, her arms limp at her sides, slowly closing her eyes. He needed to calm her, and that was the only way he knew how. Though people would be incredulous and more shocked when Black was in actuality innocent, he knew it would probably lead to more SlytherinxGryffindor hook-ups. They'd be the trendsetters. The leaders against Voldemort with hybrids at their command…

"Excuse me for this interruption of affection, Mr. Malfoy…" An annoying voice disturbed his thoughts and Draco pulled back from Hermione, looking glaringly at the AM teacher, Hermione burring her head in his robes out of shame. "Don't give me that look. I'll need a word with you and your girlfriend after your dinner. Now don't take long, I got the information for Professor Snape and McGonagall on how long you two normally eat. The meeting will be longer if you two don't get out at the same time. Good day to you all!" She walked passed the tables to the Great Hall door, pushing it open with rather difficulty and walking out into the halls.

"Fuck her…" Draco muttered, pulling Hermione closer to him, ignoring the stares and mouths agape at them, massaging her back, since he knew she was still agitated. "That bitch wouldn't know, Hermione. Just don't say a word, and you'll be fine. I want to hurt her too, but I can't, or I'd be expelled."

Hermione dried her tears and looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot because of how much she was crying. "I hate her." She said, and he simply nodded. "She's a fucking pompous bitch… I can bet she's related to Umbridge or Voldemort. What do you bet? I bet ten sickles, since that's all I have in my pockets now."

"Gambling… A great way to relieve anger, Hermione… Whatever. I'd bet twenty galleons she's related to both of them and one is her first cousin fifty-times removed." He smirked at Hermione and she smirked back, their anger temporarily relieved.

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"You two are on time… I thought you would be an hour late or so." Penelope sneered at them, and Draco squeezed Hermione's hand, holding her barely back.

"We're here, so just tell us what you wanted." Hermione spat, and Draco winced at the expression on the AM teacher's face; it was malicious. They had better not get their badges taken away… What's the point of annoying Potty and Mr. I'm-So-Poor-My-House-Costs-a-Mere-Sickle?

"I have some bad news for you two…" She began, and Draco swallowed, and Hermione just seethed at the teacher. "You two will have to skip a few classes for this schedule to work, because you both have serious anger problems. Yes, Mr. Malfoy, this means Quidditch as well." Draco had all he could take; his fingernails digging into his palm, squeezing Hermione's hand to restrain him couldn't help him now. He silently counted to 1,000... Ten was not enough for him. 100... No Quidditch meant he would be kicked off the team… 500... Which meant he had nothing to do with his free time… 700... Which meant his fellow Slytherins would beat him to pulp… 1,000... Oh bloody fuckin' hell…

Hermione glanced over at Draco, who, she noticed, was giving signs of extreme anger. Even though the look on his face was blank, she could tell in his eyes. "You can't do this. Dumbledore couldn't have agreed… Never in a million years…"

"Oh, but he did…" Draco turned around, pulling Hermione with him, and ran towards their common room, fighting all his attempts to scream an Avada at her. Has Dumbledore gone bloody mad? Was he hit with a Bludger? Why the bloody did I miss it? Are these lot daft, or just temporarily insane? Damn-it, Hermione must think it's her fault, but it's not. It's neither hers nor mine…

Hermione swallowed deeply, the tears coming from her unwilling eyes. She felt sorry for Draco. More than she would have ever felt for Ron and Harry put together. She felt like it was her fault, because she yelled like that at the teacher. Stupid me and my Gryffindor braveness… I'm smarter than that… I bet Draco hates me now for this… I hope he doesn't, oh please Merlin…

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That fucking teacher's evil! What the hell! Well, I tried to get through my writer's block… And this is what I came up with…