******************************
A/N: Second chapter! Wooo! Sorry it took so long. Must I my name off almost all of the reasons I couldn't write sooner? Yeah? Okay. My sister was in a car wreck (she's okay), I was grounded and still am, (I ONLY GET 30 MINUTES A DAY!) I had severe writer's block (couldn't get rid of it for a while), and I had to finish writing the chapter all in one night. So sue me if you didn't like the basically two-week wait. But please stay with this story! I really like the way this story is going. I'm just trying to get past the informative chapters and get on to the really good stuff! This took me forever to type! And the next chapter to ANB will be coming soon. It's already written and I need to type it up! Enjoy! Read and Review!
******************************
Buddy Sessions, a Murderous Family, & a Mudblood to Boot.
-The Night Before-
Draco released a bored yawn and began to idly tap the armrest with his pale fingers.
"Take a seat Spike. Or should I say. William," Draco drawled.
"You're too kind," came the sarcastic retort.
A tall man in his mid-twenties rounded Draco's chair and took a seat on the loveseat across from Draco. The man, formerly dubbed Spike, had slicked back, blonde hair. Intelligent, blue eyes glinted from the dwindling fire in the fireplace. Various scars marked Spike's body, from fighting, of course. It was like seeing the future Draco. Though, Draco would never become the scarred vampire.
"So. who else is teaching with you? There's an extra seat at the staff table," Draco asked, idly looking at his short, manicured (He's rich, people.) fingernails to look as if he were uninterested in the topic at hand, which he was interested in.
Spike smirked. "Find out for yourself, Head Boy. I'm not your bloody informant. Sleep well. if you even get any with all the whores lining up outside your room," Spike said and left the room.
Brittany Jenson glided in with a sly grin. Draco closed his eyes and rubbed them with the pads of his fingertips to try to ease away his slight headache. This would be a long night.
-The Next Morning-
Hermione slipped into the boys' dorm and held her wand up. She muttered an incantation under her breath and waited. A loud noise that sounded like a foghorn burst from her wand. The five boys jumped out of bed, startled by their wake up call.
"Hermione!" Seamus yelled, blushing, trying to gather his blankets around his half-naked form.
Neville was also hiding beneath his covers and Dean was going back to sleep. Ron and Harry got up and began to change. They were too used to Hermione waking them up in the morning.
Hermione laughed and left to let the guys get ready. She quickly ran to her room and threw on her robes. 'Today's the day,' she thought as she fixed the angle of her Head Girl badge.
A fit of suppressed giggles erupted behind her as she finished toying with her badge. She frowned and turned around to see Ginny Weasley, the youngest female Weasley and probably the most dangerous when it came to defense against ex-boyfriends, with her hand covering her mouth.
"Ginny? Why are you laughing?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Y-your *giggle* shoes are on *giggle* b-backwards," she managed before she went into a fit of hiccups.
Hermione frowned and looked at her trainers. Ginny was right. Somehow, in her excitement, she had managed to put her shoes on backwards. Her frown morphed into a silly grin as she quickly righted her shoes.
"Come on, Ginny. I want to be early for breakfast," Hermione said as she grabbed her knapsack and cauldron.
Ginny nodded, already holding her school supplies, and the two practically ran down to the Great Hall.
"Mya!" came an excited voice from the staff table.
Hermione looked up and saw Winifred. An actress in the muggle TV show, Angel. The woman's slightly curly, brown hair gleamed from the light of the torches. (It was still dark in the early morning.) Rich, brown eyes met dark chocolate, brown eyes in seconds. The likeness was amazing.
But wait. Didn't Fred say she was bringing someone else with her? Hermione's gaze scanned the table and came to an abrupt stop on a man with blonde hair and blue eyes. What was Fred getting at? Bringing SPIKE of all people? Her eyes widened as her focus landed between the two. They were holding hands!
~*~
Draco smirked from his seat at the Slytherin table. Behind his mask was a crashing wave of confusion. How the bloody hell does Mudblood know Fred? Err, uh. Older Mudblood. And by the looks of it, she knew Uncle Spike. 'She must watch -Angel-' he reasoned. 'But Fr- Older Mudblood called Mudblood, Mya, which was short for Hermione,' he thought. Draco suddenly groaned. A sign of madness: having arguments with yourself inside your mind. Well, at least he wasn't voicing his thoughts.
Draco leant back in his chair, putting his mug of coffee down. Finding that he couldn't get a fresh start in the morning with pumpkin juice, he had decided to start drinking coffee. Albeit the fact that it was a muggle drink. Draco sighed in boredom, waiting for some of the more intelligent Slytherins to arrive. It was a shame that barely any of the Slytherins were smart. He was the smartest Slytherin. He watched as Damian Tyler took a seat beside him.
"Morning," was the boy's simple reply.
"Morning," Draco replied.
Damian poured some black coffee into his own mug. He took a sip of the bitter liquid and sighed in a bored air, which sounded uncannily like Draco's signature sigh.
Draco looked up at the staff table to see that Spike's seat was empty. Draco, instead of jumping, blinked when a cool voice drawled from behind him.
"Who is your 'friend,' 'Mr. Malfoy'?" Spike asked.
" 'Professor' Spike, this is Damian Tyler. Damian, I believe you are capable of comprehending who this is," Draco drawled, taking a sip of his French roast coffee.
Damian held out his hand (his hand is rough from quidditch) to Spike and displayed (what looked to be) a lopsided smile.
"Nice to meet you, Professor Spike," Damian recited.
Draco suppressed a snort. Damian always was and would always be a suck-up.
Spike took Damian's hand for a brief second.
"Thank you for your bloody, unoriginal greeting. Be creative and come up with some exceptional 'suck-up' greetings if you want your teachers to fall for the act," Spike chided.
Draco snickered into his almost empty mug. Spike sneered and looked up at the staff table. Fred was looking pointedly at him. She arched an eyebrow. Spike peered closer and smirked. Fred was tapping her pen, as if she were annoyed, against her notebook. Formulas of covalent molecules, ions, several more scientific symbols, and mathematic formulas like pie littered the open page.
Spike tapped his bare, left wrist as if their was a watch there. Fred nodded in acknowledgement. She stood, gathering her things and headed towards the east tower. Spike lingered behind before shrugging and following her. He glided along the halls, his robes billowing aristocratically behind him. A pair of slender arms suddenly shot out and embraced him, dragging him into an alcove. Rose-petal soft lips pressed against his own as the before mentioned arms draped over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Spike pulled back to look into excited, brown eyes.
"Now really, Winifred. Do you not have enough control over yourself to keep yourself off of me every ten minutes?" he asked sarcastically, putting his hands in her back pockets and pulling her towards him, crushing her against him.
"No, but I do have control over you," she said and giggled, trailing the smooth side of the nail on her index finger over his jaw line.
Spike snickered. "Is that so?" he asked in a husky whisper.
Fred nodded and inclined her head, ready to kiss him. She brought one leg up, hooking it around his waist.
"Come on, William. I know you've been bored all morning AND all night. I should make up for not visiting you last night," she whispered, her breath blowing over his lips.
Spike pressed closer, knowing how she loved to arouse him. A faint smirk played across her blush red lips. She gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek and separated herself from him, turning to flee. Spike reached out to catch her as she ran but missed, he fell forward and banged his forehead against the wall.
"BLOODY HELL!" he yelled.
A group of third year girls stopped in their tracks to stare at him in bewilderment. Spike snarled and the girls ran off. He left the alcove, his hand over the sore spot on his forehead. He was bound to get a bruise. Spike frowned. Others would ridicule him if he had a bruise in the middle of his forehead.
Spike shook his head, receiving a headache.
"Where the bloody hell is the hospital wing at?" he muttered to himself.
After asking a lone sixth year for directions, he finally stumbled into the hospital wing. The mediwitch bustled out of her office, her stern gaze landed on Spike.
"It's your first day here, Professor, and you've already gone and injured yourself. There is no need to take after young Mr. Potter," she said, tsking after her statements.
Spike's face scrunched up in disgust at the idea. "Don't compare me to Potter," he snarled.
The nurse shrugged and flicked her wand. The pain vanished along with the beginnings of the bruise. Spike rolled his eyes and strolled out of the Infirmary without so much as a thank you.
After wandering for about five minutes, he finally found the DADA classroom. He took a moment to compose himself, running his hand through his hair.
Spike opened the door and glided into his classroom, his cloak billowing behind him. Everyone looked up from their textbooks to see a familiar sneer on their new professor's lips. Just, that sneer was usually found on a different man. Draco Malfoy. The two looked uncannily alike. Fred seemed to ignore him until she spoke.
"Professor, you have managed to miss the first." she paused to look at her watch. ".Seventeen minutes of class. Pray tell, where have you been?" she scolded.
Spike looked closely at his co-worker. She was barely containing her smirk. He turned to look at his class. Save for very few, they all looked like twits. Spike's gaze fell on his 'nephew.' Draco was sneering; cockiness radiated from the pale teenager.
His gaze then roamed around before resting on a brunette. Chocolate brown eyes studied him skeptically, an intelligent aura surrounding her. He could just smell her innocence. His gaze flicked to Fred. This girl was exactly like Fred when he had first met her. 'This girl must be the girl Fred was writing to. What was her name? Mya, yes that's it. They must be related. Interesting.'
He turned and smirked at Fred.
"And I see you have them hitting the books. What happened to the idea Wes had about just talking on the first day.introducing them to our plans?" he asked.
Fred rubbed her temples and sighed. "Spike, I'd rather not be obsessed over because I'm famous. I swear, you are as bad as Lockhart," she drawled, taking her reading glasses off.
A hand shot into the air after Fred finished speaking.
"Yes?" she asked the brunette boy.
"Aren't ye from t'show Angel?" he asked in his thick Irish accent.
Fred tucked a curly lock of hair behind her ear and sighed.
"Yes, Mr. Finnigan. But, as the show says, my real name is not Amy and Professor Spike's name is definitely not James. God forbid he have the same name as one of his ex- friends," she said but mumbled her last statement.
A preppy girl stood up excitedly. "Ooooo! I knew it was you! Are you a wizard or a vampire? Can I have your autograph?" the girl asked in her high pitched voice.
Spike smirked. "Vampire. No. And I think we should make this a night class. We could have so much more 'fun'."
The girl shrieked. "Good looking AND a bad boy," she said, looking up as if she was thanking the heavens.
The girl shrieked again, even louder. Mya, as Spike had labeled Hermione, rolled her eyes and sighed.
Fred slammed her palms against her desk and stood, hovering over the desktop.
"Miss Brown, will you PLEASE stop with your incessant shrieking?!?!" she yelled.
Lavender whimpered and sat down quickly.
"Let me make this clear. I came to Hogwarts to be a professor. I also came here to get away from crazed fanatics. I will NOT give autographs, and I will certainly not waste the class period with discussions about Professor Spike's and my fame. Do you understand?" she said in a slightly raised, clear, strong voice.
Spike watched in amusement as every student nodded.
"Alright, enough of this," he said and snarled. His face mutated and his canines lengthened.
Most of the girls screamed and everyone hid under their desks. All except two people. Draco Malfoy and the Mya girl.
"You, the one with the bushy, brown hair. Why didn't you scream and hide?" he asked.
The Mya girl looked at him straight in the eyes.
"Hermione Granger, sir. When vampires are about to attack, their pupils dilate, making the irises seem as if they are black. Yours were still blue," she said in a clear, confident voice.
Spike cocked an eyebrow and studied her.
"And how did you come to learn that?" he asked casually.
Draco smirked and looked across the room at Hermione.
"The mudblood screwed Thomas for information since his boggart turned into a vampire," Draco said and sneered at Hermione and Dean, but mostly at Hermione.
Hermione's gaze immediately narrowed on Draco's form and Dean fumed.
Spike glared at Draco, highly displeased with him.
"Mr. Malfoy! Hold your tongue! I will not have you saying such vile words in this classroom," he said in a raised voice.
Draco blinked in surprise. By now, everyone had returned to his or her seats.
"But. but. but," he stammered, his shock apparent.
"Mr. Malfoy, apologize to Miss Granger. Immediately!" Spike yelled.
Draco glared at Spike. "No."
Fred had remained silent but she chose to comment, not looking up.
"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, I would like to see you after class. No, Miss Granger, you are not in trouble," Fred said in a calm voice.
Draco scowled and Hermione frowned. Class passed by in silence. When the bell rang Draco and Hermione approached Fred's desk. Fred stood and Spike took her seat. Fred smiled softly and sat down on his lap, snuggling into him until she was comfortable.
"Much better," Fred and Spike muttered in unison.
Draco quirked an eyebrow. You really couldn't take teachers seriously when they were cuddling with each other.
Fred studied the two for a moment before speaking.
"Professor Dumbledore told us about the both of you. We have looked through everyone's records. I think you both should spend time together. Now, I'll actually make you spend time together. I want you both to come to my office at seven o'clock. You are both dismissed," she explained and stared at them with now hawk-like eyes.
Draco's eyebrows furrowed in anger at the thought of spending time with the mudblood.
"I'm not spending time with that. thing!" he yelled.
Granger seemed oddly silent.
Spike snarled, the pupils of his eyes beginning to dilate.
"Draco, you WILL serve this session WITH Miss Granger, and you will actually attend it. Everyday. I will make sure that it is you coming to the sessions and not one of your classmates in disguise," Spike yelled back.
Draco could almost feel his blood boiling. "If my father hears about this-" Draco was interrupted in his statement by the angry yelling coming from his uncle.
"HE WILL NOT BE HEARING ABOUT THIS! HE'S DEAD! I KILLED HIM!" Spike roared.
"Your mother and I will be taking care of you from now on," Spike added in a slightly calmer voice.
Fred was wincing, her hands were covering her ears. Granger had also flinched, but Draco did not see either of these actions.
"You killed my father?" he asked in a practically dead tone.
Spike nodded. "Lucius was going to sacrifice you once you produced an heir, and I know you must produce an heir before you turn twenty-three. It was either you or your father, and I wasn't going to let one of my great grandsons kill the youngest man in our family and my only heir," he explained.
Draco remained mute. He then noticed that Granger had heard it all. Great. Now the pity party was on his ass.
Draco glared at Granger and stalked out of the room to take a few names off the fucking female virgin list. Might as well do something to keep his mind off of the fact that his own bloody father had wanted to kill him.
Just great. Pity parties, buddy sessions, a murderous father who had wanted to kill him, an uncle (who was really one of his greatest ancestors) who in turn had killed his father, and a mudblood that got on his nerves to boot.
Just great..
******************************
I finally finished it! *claps* Yay! Anywho! I'm going to start typing up the newest chapter for ANB. I hope to get a lot of reviews for this chapter. This chapter is really long! Again, I'm sorry it took so long! If any of you know how to make italics and bolds and underlines in the text when the Microsoft word is set to Web Page, please tell me how. Fanfictionnet won't take the html. 'Til next time!
******************************
A/N: Second chapter! Wooo! Sorry it took so long. Must I my name off almost all of the reasons I couldn't write sooner? Yeah? Okay. My sister was in a car wreck (she's okay), I was grounded and still am, (I ONLY GET 30 MINUTES A DAY!) I had severe writer's block (couldn't get rid of it for a while), and I had to finish writing the chapter all in one night. So sue me if you didn't like the basically two-week wait. But please stay with this story! I really like the way this story is going. I'm just trying to get past the informative chapters and get on to the really good stuff! This took me forever to type! And the next chapter to ANB will be coming soon. It's already written and I need to type it up! Enjoy! Read and Review!
******************************
Buddy Sessions, a Murderous Family, & a Mudblood to Boot.
-The Night Before-
Draco released a bored yawn and began to idly tap the armrest with his pale fingers.
"Take a seat Spike. Or should I say. William," Draco drawled.
"You're too kind," came the sarcastic retort.
A tall man in his mid-twenties rounded Draco's chair and took a seat on the loveseat across from Draco. The man, formerly dubbed Spike, had slicked back, blonde hair. Intelligent, blue eyes glinted from the dwindling fire in the fireplace. Various scars marked Spike's body, from fighting, of course. It was like seeing the future Draco. Though, Draco would never become the scarred vampire.
"So. who else is teaching with you? There's an extra seat at the staff table," Draco asked, idly looking at his short, manicured (He's rich, people.) fingernails to look as if he were uninterested in the topic at hand, which he was interested in.
Spike smirked. "Find out for yourself, Head Boy. I'm not your bloody informant. Sleep well. if you even get any with all the whores lining up outside your room," Spike said and left the room.
Brittany Jenson glided in with a sly grin. Draco closed his eyes and rubbed them with the pads of his fingertips to try to ease away his slight headache. This would be a long night.
-The Next Morning-
Hermione slipped into the boys' dorm and held her wand up. She muttered an incantation under her breath and waited. A loud noise that sounded like a foghorn burst from her wand. The five boys jumped out of bed, startled by their wake up call.
"Hermione!" Seamus yelled, blushing, trying to gather his blankets around his half-naked form.
Neville was also hiding beneath his covers and Dean was going back to sleep. Ron and Harry got up and began to change. They were too used to Hermione waking them up in the morning.
Hermione laughed and left to let the guys get ready. She quickly ran to her room and threw on her robes. 'Today's the day,' she thought as she fixed the angle of her Head Girl badge.
A fit of suppressed giggles erupted behind her as she finished toying with her badge. She frowned and turned around to see Ginny Weasley, the youngest female Weasley and probably the most dangerous when it came to defense against ex-boyfriends, with her hand covering her mouth.
"Ginny? Why are you laughing?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Y-your *giggle* shoes are on *giggle* b-backwards," she managed before she went into a fit of hiccups.
Hermione frowned and looked at her trainers. Ginny was right. Somehow, in her excitement, she had managed to put her shoes on backwards. Her frown morphed into a silly grin as she quickly righted her shoes.
"Come on, Ginny. I want to be early for breakfast," Hermione said as she grabbed her knapsack and cauldron.
Ginny nodded, already holding her school supplies, and the two practically ran down to the Great Hall.
"Mya!" came an excited voice from the staff table.
Hermione looked up and saw Winifred. An actress in the muggle TV show, Angel. The woman's slightly curly, brown hair gleamed from the light of the torches. (It was still dark in the early morning.) Rich, brown eyes met dark chocolate, brown eyes in seconds. The likeness was amazing.
But wait. Didn't Fred say she was bringing someone else with her? Hermione's gaze scanned the table and came to an abrupt stop on a man with blonde hair and blue eyes. What was Fred getting at? Bringing SPIKE of all people? Her eyes widened as her focus landed between the two. They were holding hands!
~*~
Draco smirked from his seat at the Slytherin table. Behind his mask was a crashing wave of confusion. How the bloody hell does Mudblood know Fred? Err, uh. Older Mudblood. And by the looks of it, she knew Uncle Spike. 'She must watch -Angel-' he reasoned. 'But Fr- Older Mudblood called Mudblood, Mya, which was short for Hermione,' he thought. Draco suddenly groaned. A sign of madness: having arguments with yourself inside your mind. Well, at least he wasn't voicing his thoughts.
Draco leant back in his chair, putting his mug of coffee down. Finding that he couldn't get a fresh start in the morning with pumpkin juice, he had decided to start drinking coffee. Albeit the fact that it was a muggle drink. Draco sighed in boredom, waiting for some of the more intelligent Slytherins to arrive. It was a shame that barely any of the Slytherins were smart. He was the smartest Slytherin. He watched as Damian Tyler took a seat beside him.
"Morning," was the boy's simple reply.
"Morning," Draco replied.
Damian poured some black coffee into his own mug. He took a sip of the bitter liquid and sighed in a bored air, which sounded uncannily like Draco's signature sigh.
Draco looked up at the staff table to see that Spike's seat was empty. Draco, instead of jumping, blinked when a cool voice drawled from behind him.
"Who is your 'friend,' 'Mr. Malfoy'?" Spike asked.
" 'Professor' Spike, this is Damian Tyler. Damian, I believe you are capable of comprehending who this is," Draco drawled, taking a sip of his French roast coffee.
Damian held out his hand (his hand is rough from quidditch) to Spike and displayed (what looked to be) a lopsided smile.
"Nice to meet you, Professor Spike," Damian recited.
Draco suppressed a snort. Damian always was and would always be a suck-up.
Spike took Damian's hand for a brief second.
"Thank you for your bloody, unoriginal greeting. Be creative and come up with some exceptional 'suck-up' greetings if you want your teachers to fall for the act," Spike chided.
Draco snickered into his almost empty mug. Spike sneered and looked up at the staff table. Fred was looking pointedly at him. She arched an eyebrow. Spike peered closer and smirked. Fred was tapping her pen, as if she were annoyed, against her notebook. Formulas of covalent molecules, ions, several more scientific symbols, and mathematic formulas like pie littered the open page.
Spike tapped his bare, left wrist as if their was a watch there. Fred nodded in acknowledgement. She stood, gathering her things and headed towards the east tower. Spike lingered behind before shrugging and following her. He glided along the halls, his robes billowing aristocratically behind him. A pair of slender arms suddenly shot out and embraced him, dragging him into an alcove. Rose-petal soft lips pressed against his own as the before mentioned arms draped over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Spike pulled back to look into excited, brown eyes.
"Now really, Winifred. Do you not have enough control over yourself to keep yourself off of me every ten minutes?" he asked sarcastically, putting his hands in her back pockets and pulling her towards him, crushing her against him.
"No, but I do have control over you," she said and giggled, trailing the smooth side of the nail on her index finger over his jaw line.
Spike snickered. "Is that so?" he asked in a husky whisper.
Fred nodded and inclined her head, ready to kiss him. She brought one leg up, hooking it around his waist.
"Come on, William. I know you've been bored all morning AND all night. I should make up for not visiting you last night," she whispered, her breath blowing over his lips.
Spike pressed closer, knowing how she loved to arouse him. A faint smirk played across her blush red lips. She gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek and separated herself from him, turning to flee. Spike reached out to catch her as she ran but missed, he fell forward and banged his forehead against the wall.
"BLOODY HELL!" he yelled.
A group of third year girls stopped in their tracks to stare at him in bewilderment. Spike snarled and the girls ran off. He left the alcove, his hand over the sore spot on his forehead. He was bound to get a bruise. Spike frowned. Others would ridicule him if he had a bruise in the middle of his forehead.
Spike shook his head, receiving a headache.
"Where the bloody hell is the hospital wing at?" he muttered to himself.
After asking a lone sixth year for directions, he finally stumbled into the hospital wing. The mediwitch bustled out of her office, her stern gaze landed on Spike.
"It's your first day here, Professor, and you've already gone and injured yourself. There is no need to take after young Mr. Potter," she said, tsking after her statements.
Spike's face scrunched up in disgust at the idea. "Don't compare me to Potter," he snarled.
The nurse shrugged and flicked her wand. The pain vanished along with the beginnings of the bruise. Spike rolled his eyes and strolled out of the Infirmary without so much as a thank you.
After wandering for about five minutes, he finally found the DADA classroom. He took a moment to compose himself, running his hand through his hair.
Spike opened the door and glided into his classroom, his cloak billowing behind him. Everyone looked up from their textbooks to see a familiar sneer on their new professor's lips. Just, that sneer was usually found on a different man. Draco Malfoy. The two looked uncannily alike. Fred seemed to ignore him until she spoke.
"Professor, you have managed to miss the first." she paused to look at her watch. ".Seventeen minutes of class. Pray tell, where have you been?" she scolded.
Spike looked closely at his co-worker. She was barely containing her smirk. He turned to look at his class. Save for very few, they all looked like twits. Spike's gaze fell on his 'nephew.' Draco was sneering; cockiness radiated from the pale teenager.
His gaze then roamed around before resting on a brunette. Chocolate brown eyes studied him skeptically, an intelligent aura surrounding her. He could just smell her innocence. His gaze flicked to Fred. This girl was exactly like Fred when he had first met her. 'This girl must be the girl Fred was writing to. What was her name? Mya, yes that's it. They must be related. Interesting.'
He turned and smirked at Fred.
"And I see you have them hitting the books. What happened to the idea Wes had about just talking on the first day.introducing them to our plans?" he asked.
Fred rubbed her temples and sighed. "Spike, I'd rather not be obsessed over because I'm famous. I swear, you are as bad as Lockhart," she drawled, taking her reading glasses off.
A hand shot into the air after Fred finished speaking.
"Yes?" she asked the brunette boy.
"Aren't ye from t'show Angel?" he asked in his thick Irish accent.
Fred tucked a curly lock of hair behind her ear and sighed.
"Yes, Mr. Finnigan. But, as the show says, my real name is not Amy and Professor Spike's name is definitely not James. God forbid he have the same name as one of his ex- friends," she said but mumbled her last statement.
A preppy girl stood up excitedly. "Ooooo! I knew it was you! Are you a wizard or a vampire? Can I have your autograph?" the girl asked in her high pitched voice.
Spike smirked. "Vampire. No. And I think we should make this a night class. We could have so much more 'fun'."
The girl shrieked. "Good looking AND a bad boy," she said, looking up as if she was thanking the heavens.
The girl shrieked again, even louder. Mya, as Spike had labeled Hermione, rolled her eyes and sighed.
Fred slammed her palms against her desk and stood, hovering over the desktop.
"Miss Brown, will you PLEASE stop with your incessant shrieking?!?!" she yelled.
Lavender whimpered and sat down quickly.
"Let me make this clear. I came to Hogwarts to be a professor. I also came here to get away from crazed fanatics. I will NOT give autographs, and I will certainly not waste the class period with discussions about Professor Spike's and my fame. Do you understand?" she said in a slightly raised, clear, strong voice.
Spike watched in amusement as every student nodded.
"Alright, enough of this," he said and snarled. His face mutated and his canines lengthened.
Most of the girls screamed and everyone hid under their desks. All except two people. Draco Malfoy and the Mya girl.
"You, the one with the bushy, brown hair. Why didn't you scream and hide?" he asked.
The Mya girl looked at him straight in the eyes.
"Hermione Granger, sir. When vampires are about to attack, their pupils dilate, making the irises seem as if they are black. Yours were still blue," she said in a clear, confident voice.
Spike cocked an eyebrow and studied her.
"And how did you come to learn that?" he asked casually.
Draco smirked and looked across the room at Hermione.
"The mudblood screwed Thomas for information since his boggart turned into a vampire," Draco said and sneered at Hermione and Dean, but mostly at Hermione.
Hermione's gaze immediately narrowed on Draco's form and Dean fumed.
Spike glared at Draco, highly displeased with him.
"Mr. Malfoy! Hold your tongue! I will not have you saying such vile words in this classroom," he said in a raised voice.
Draco blinked in surprise. By now, everyone had returned to his or her seats.
"But. but. but," he stammered, his shock apparent.
"Mr. Malfoy, apologize to Miss Granger. Immediately!" Spike yelled.
Draco glared at Spike. "No."
Fred had remained silent but she chose to comment, not looking up.
"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, I would like to see you after class. No, Miss Granger, you are not in trouble," Fred said in a calm voice.
Draco scowled and Hermione frowned. Class passed by in silence. When the bell rang Draco and Hermione approached Fred's desk. Fred stood and Spike took her seat. Fred smiled softly and sat down on his lap, snuggling into him until she was comfortable.
"Much better," Fred and Spike muttered in unison.
Draco quirked an eyebrow. You really couldn't take teachers seriously when they were cuddling with each other.
Fred studied the two for a moment before speaking.
"Professor Dumbledore told us about the both of you. We have looked through everyone's records. I think you both should spend time together. Now, I'll actually make you spend time together. I want you both to come to my office at seven o'clock. You are both dismissed," she explained and stared at them with now hawk-like eyes.
Draco's eyebrows furrowed in anger at the thought of spending time with the mudblood.
"I'm not spending time with that. thing!" he yelled.
Granger seemed oddly silent.
Spike snarled, the pupils of his eyes beginning to dilate.
"Draco, you WILL serve this session WITH Miss Granger, and you will actually attend it. Everyday. I will make sure that it is you coming to the sessions and not one of your classmates in disguise," Spike yelled back.
Draco could almost feel his blood boiling. "If my father hears about this-" Draco was interrupted in his statement by the angry yelling coming from his uncle.
"HE WILL NOT BE HEARING ABOUT THIS! HE'S DEAD! I KILLED HIM!" Spike roared.
"Your mother and I will be taking care of you from now on," Spike added in a slightly calmer voice.
Fred was wincing, her hands were covering her ears. Granger had also flinched, but Draco did not see either of these actions.
"You killed my father?" he asked in a practically dead tone.
Spike nodded. "Lucius was going to sacrifice you once you produced an heir, and I know you must produce an heir before you turn twenty-three. It was either you or your father, and I wasn't going to let one of my great grandsons kill the youngest man in our family and my only heir," he explained.
Draco remained mute. He then noticed that Granger had heard it all. Great. Now the pity party was on his ass.
Draco glared at Granger and stalked out of the room to take a few names off the fucking female virgin list. Might as well do something to keep his mind off of the fact that his own bloody father had wanted to kill him.
Just great. Pity parties, buddy sessions, a murderous father who had wanted to kill him, an uncle (who was really one of his greatest ancestors) who in turn had killed his father, and a mudblood that got on his nerves to boot.
Just great..
******************************
I finally finished it! *claps* Yay! Anywho! I'm going to start typing up the newest chapter for ANB. I hope to get a lot of reviews for this chapter. This chapter is really long! Again, I'm sorry it took so long! If any of you know how to make italics and bolds and underlines in the text when the Microsoft word is set to Web Page, please tell me how. Fanfictionnet won't take the html. 'Til next time!
******************************