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Hermione opened her eyes and realised how late she was. Damn it she thought, oh well I'll just have to miss breakfast.
She pulled a comb through the tangled mop on her head otherwise known as her hair, fixed it back with a pony tail band. Threw on her clothes and grabbed her school bag from the floor.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. It'll have to do she thought as she raced out of the common room and down the stairs to her defence against the dark arts lesson.
Hmmm, she pondered as she got near the room, I wonder who our new defence against darks arts teacher will be I didn't see any one new on the teachers table at the feast.
She went into a small dark room full of books and dark materials and settled herself in a chair next to Ron.
'God Herm! You only just made it!' Cried Ron as she sat down. 'You look really tired are you ok?'
Hermione nodded her head.
'You're really lucky the new teacher isn't here yet' said Harry smiling at her. 'I wonder who it is.'
The class sat in silence for ten minutes and soon it became clear that no teacher was going to turn up. The class started pulling out chess and gobstones games and some even took out homework that they hadn't finished.
'Well that's odd' said Ron looking at Harry in confusion.
'Yeah' replied Harry 'Its not like Dumbledore not to find us a new teacher!'
Hermione pulled a large dusty book out of her school bag, plonked it on the desk, turned to page 478 and began to read. Harry noticed that it was called advanced defence against dark arts.
Ron stared at her in amassment.
'Hermione?'
'Mmmmmmm' murmured Hermione.
'We've got a free lesson!' Hermione ignored him. 'Why on earth are you working?!?'
Hermione muttered something about boys and turned to face Ron.
'Ron. We have no teacher. I wish to pass this newt and the only way I'm going to do that is if I teach it myself.'
'Oh'. Said Ron looking ashamed. 'S'pose you've got a point…'
It was nearly the end of the lesson and Hermione and read over 200 pages. Ron and Harry were playing exploding snap and the class was in chaos. Suddenly as though someone had cast a silence charm the whole class became still and quiet, all their attention was fixed on the door.
A tall dark gentleman entered. His hair was short and cropped and he wore robes of deep blue and black. He walked steadily up to the teacher's desk, his robes swishing around his ankles and stood behind the wooden bench.
'Hello Griffindors' he said, looking at each of them. 'I am your new defence against dark arts teacher, Professor Nott. I am afraid that I was late, and it seems that this lesson is nearly over, but there was a small problem in the dungeons.' The bell rang signalling the end of the lesson, but none of the class moved. 'Well, I'll see you next week. Hopefully we should have a more…productive lesson. Goodbye'
Hermione, Harry and Ron stared at each other, this teacher was quite scary!
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'Mmmmmmmmmmm. Dish nosh is fangtasic' mumbled Ron through a mouthful of food. It was tea time and Harry, Ron and Hermione had finished their lessons for the day and at were, at the moment, busily making their way through Shepherds pie and gravy.
'Yuck! Ron that's disgusting!' Cried Hermione abandoning her food and picking up her blue school bag which was bursting at the seams with heavy books.
'Yeah, but that's why you love me isn't it!' Grinned Ron, showing a mouthful of mashed potato.
Hermione looked at him in disgust and stamped out of the great hall. She was going to go to the library; there were so many books she needed to read if she wanted to make a proper start on her NEWTS.
Hermione slumped down into a seat in a dark corner of the library hidden behind a few rather large bookcases. She hated Madam Pinch staring at her as though she had done something wrong, it was really off putting.
Hermione got out advanced further transfiguration and started to read, the book was far more advanced for the NEWT level but she wanted to make sure she had a thorough understanding of the subject.
As she sat there reading, she began to get a funny feeling that someone was watching her. Hermione slowly looked up and there was Tim standing right in front of her.
'I wondered when you were going to notice' he said sitting down at her table.
'How long have you been there' she asked. It was kind of scary thinking of him standing there and watching her.
'Not long'.
Tim slowly moved his body around so that Hermione was trapped in the corner of the library just like he had done on the train. This time however Hermione did not feel threatened, instead she rather enjoyed the feeling of being powerless.
Tim moved his head next to hers and his lips began to brush against her own lips, then slowly move down her neck and back up to her lips again. She felt his hands moving up her robes.
It lasted maybe ten minutes of or slightly more before Hermione moved away.
'Not in here Tim' she said. 'We'll get caught.'
'Then meet me tonight said Tim gazing hungrily into her eyes. 'In the room of requirement. You know where that is?'
Hermione did know. She Ron and Harry had used it as a meeting room for a defence against dark arts club last year.
Hermione got up slowly and walked out of the library a small smile playing on her lips.
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When Hermione reached the Griffindor common room she could tell that there was something wrong with her friends. Harry looked really upset and Ron looked scared.
'What's wrong' asked a concerned Hermione.
'Harry's been having those dreams again' said Ron looking scared. 'The ones he gets when you know who is near and stuff'.
'Oh, Harry!' exclaimed Hermione. 'I thought they had stopped!'
'I thought they had as well' Harry muttered.
'It must be really awful' said Hermione her eyes full of concern.
Harry gritted his teeth, 'I hate him. I hate him so much! I hate him because he killed my parents. I hate him for killing Cedric. I hate him because of all the pain he inflicted. And most of all I hate him because he will not go away and leave me in peace and the fact that he took everything I loved away from me'.
Harry stared at the floor and Hermione put her arm around his shoulder. Harry burst out into uncontrollable tears.
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