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"Miss Weasley, please take a seat." Draco said, an amused look on his face.
Ginny had to swallow hard before she answered.
"Yes, sir."
Ginny tried hard not to make a face. Sir? What the hell! She would never have thought she would be calling a Malfoy sir. She felt like puking. She was already feeling bad, and this did nothing to help solve things. First the train ride, then the carriage ride. Now, he was her teacher. That's what he was doing on the Hogwart's Express. But wasn't the train reserved for students? Ginny couldn't remember any other professor (with the exception of Professor Lupin) riding the train to school. Why did Draco have to teach Potions this year? Wasn't he rich enough to go without a job for like, the rest of his life? Ginny was so confused. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going and bumped into Jess and Colin. Just great, she thought. She managed a weak smile and passed on. The last available seat was with a huge, scraggly looking Slytherin.
"Listen up class. You all know who I am. If you don't, that's your lose. Be warned. I will not tolerate disruptions nor will I tolerate rudeness, late homework, tardiness and absences. If you're going to be out of class, you make sure you report it to me the morning before the absence. If you fail to do so, I will give you a detention and a failing grade for that day. Understood?" Draco wanted the students to fear him if he had to be stuck with this job for a year.
Draco looked at the 20 faces in front of him. A look of pure terror on each face. In usion, they all shook their heads yes.
"Good," he said, satisfied.
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Ginny couldn't believe she made it through the whole class period. She was afraid Professor Malfoy would yell at her or take points from Gryffindor. It didn't help that Jess and Colin kept whispering to each other and then looking back at her smirking. She decided she would try talking to Jess tonight in the common room. She knew Jess wouldn't talk to her, but she thought it would be worth a try. Jess was her best friend for 5 years, after all. Gin figured that Jess owed her an explanation. Or maybe an apology. She just wanted someone to talk to. She didn't have anymore brothers in school and she hardly talked to anyone else in Gryffindor. Last year, there was no point since she had Jess, but now she regretted not getting to know anyone else. I need to do something. Go for a walk to clear my head before I try to talk to Jess, she thought.
The night air was chilly as she opened the big oak front doors. Good thing I brought my cloak, she thought. She started walking to the tree in the middle of the school grounds. This was hers and Jess' favorite tree. She circled the tree in search of the engraving Jess put on the last day of school the year before. After searching high and low, she finally found it towards the middle of the trunk. It read: Jess and Gin" BFF. Seeing that made Ginny even more upset. She felt a few tears roll down her cheeks and brushed them away. Screw this. If Jess wants to act like a bitch towards me, so be it. I don't need anyone. Especially a backstabbing friend like Jess, she told herself. She was on her way back up to the school by now, but a lone figure by the lake caught her eye. The blondish white hair glowing in the moonlight let her know it was Malfoy. She changed her course and started walking towards him. As she came up behind him, the thought of pushing him into the lake crossed her mind briefly. She smiled to herself.
"Hiya Professor," she said, smirking.
"What do you want Weasley?" he asked, annoyed.
"Nothing much. I just wanted to know why you didn't tell me you were going to be my new Potions master." she said.
"What difference does it make? It just means you hate me more right?" he replied.
Ginny was speechless.
"I never said I hated you. You're the one who hates my whole family," she murmured.
"I have better things to do then talk to a Weasley," he said, stalking off.
"It seems like everyone does these days," she said to herself, tears coming to her eyes for the second time that day.
A/N: Another short chapter. Sorry! The explanation of why Draco has to work is coming up in the next chapter or 2.
"Miss Weasley, please take a seat." Draco said, an amused look on his face.
Ginny had to swallow hard before she answered.
"Yes, sir."
Ginny tried hard not to make a face. Sir? What the hell! She would never have thought she would be calling a Malfoy sir. She felt like puking. She was already feeling bad, and this did nothing to help solve things. First the train ride, then the carriage ride. Now, he was her teacher. That's what he was doing on the Hogwart's Express. But wasn't the train reserved for students? Ginny couldn't remember any other professor (with the exception of Professor Lupin) riding the train to school. Why did Draco have to teach Potions this year? Wasn't he rich enough to go without a job for like, the rest of his life? Ginny was so confused. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going and bumped into Jess and Colin. Just great, she thought. She managed a weak smile and passed on. The last available seat was with a huge, scraggly looking Slytherin.
"Listen up class. You all know who I am. If you don't, that's your lose. Be warned. I will not tolerate disruptions nor will I tolerate rudeness, late homework, tardiness and absences. If you're going to be out of class, you make sure you report it to me the morning before the absence. If you fail to do so, I will give you a detention and a failing grade for that day. Understood?" Draco wanted the students to fear him if he had to be stuck with this job for a year.
Draco looked at the 20 faces in front of him. A look of pure terror on each face. In usion, they all shook their heads yes.
"Good," he said, satisfied.
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Ginny couldn't believe she made it through the whole class period. She was afraid Professor Malfoy would yell at her or take points from Gryffindor. It didn't help that Jess and Colin kept whispering to each other and then looking back at her smirking. She decided she would try talking to Jess tonight in the common room. She knew Jess wouldn't talk to her, but she thought it would be worth a try. Jess was her best friend for 5 years, after all. Gin figured that Jess owed her an explanation. Or maybe an apology. She just wanted someone to talk to. She didn't have anymore brothers in school and she hardly talked to anyone else in Gryffindor. Last year, there was no point since she had Jess, but now she regretted not getting to know anyone else. I need to do something. Go for a walk to clear my head before I try to talk to Jess, she thought.
The night air was chilly as she opened the big oak front doors. Good thing I brought my cloak, she thought. She started walking to the tree in the middle of the school grounds. This was hers and Jess' favorite tree. She circled the tree in search of the engraving Jess put on the last day of school the year before. After searching high and low, she finally found it towards the middle of the trunk. It read: Jess and Gin" BFF. Seeing that made Ginny even more upset. She felt a few tears roll down her cheeks and brushed them away. Screw this. If Jess wants to act like a bitch towards me, so be it. I don't need anyone. Especially a backstabbing friend like Jess, she told herself. She was on her way back up to the school by now, but a lone figure by the lake caught her eye. The blondish white hair glowing in the moonlight let her know it was Malfoy. She changed her course and started walking towards him. As she came up behind him, the thought of pushing him into the lake crossed her mind briefly. She smiled to herself.
"Hiya Professor," she said, smirking.
"What do you want Weasley?" he asked, annoyed.
"Nothing much. I just wanted to know why you didn't tell me you were going to be my new Potions master." she said.
"What difference does it make? It just means you hate me more right?" he replied.
Ginny was speechless.
"I never said I hated you. You're the one who hates my whole family," she murmured.
"I have better things to do then talk to a Weasley," he said, stalking off.
"It seems like everyone does these days," she said to herself, tears coming to her eyes for the second time that day.
A/N: Another short chapter. Sorry! The explanation of why Draco has to work is coming up in the next chapter or 2.