Hermione buttered a piece of bread and started to eat it as she looked at her two friends. They were due to meet the teacher in her office
to help the dragon lady teacher read the assignments.
"I hope I get to grade Draco's!" Ron said quietly so only his two friends would hear him.
"I doubt it." Harry said as he drank the rest of his pumpkin juice and stood up. Hermione followed suit and stood after dusting herself off
from a good meal. Ron gulped down his pumpkin juice and took a big slice of cake to eat on the way to the dungeons.
"What time did Ms. ShadowLight want us there?" Hermione said, turning her head away from her left side, where Ron was messily eating
the slice of cake. Hermione looked at Harry instead.
"She said right after supper tonight, in her office." Harry said.
"Mph! Mphh!! Mhhmm!!!" Ron said with his mouth full of cake.
"Ronald Weasley! Didn't your mother teach you any manners? It isn't proper to speak with one's mouth full!" A voice behind them called.
Hermione turned around, "Ah, good evening Professor... McGonagall!"
The head of Griffyndor looked at them with a stern look. "What are we doing in the hallways after dark?"
Hermione smiled and pulled out a parchment of paper that, thankfully, Madame Zalana had given to them; it read on there detention which
is what they were told to say if they were caught.
"Detention, for whispering in Madame ShadowLight's class" Harry said.
They were excused and reached the office of the dragon at half past six.
"Greetings my favorite pupils" The teachers' voice was raspy and startling, yet comforting to the three.
"Madame?" Hermione looked around.
"I am in here, do you mind if I eat while we work?" ShadowLight came forth and smiled at them.
"Not at all." Harry said, Ron nodded in agreement.
"Very well, and thank you!" The teacher turned around and opened a small box. Hermione craned her head to see what was inside of it,
but there was nothing that could prepare them for the sounds of a sheep bleating for help.
"Madame ShadowLight... you aren't going to... eat that sheep are you?" Hermione had to ask.
"Unfortunately for the sheep and you three, yes." She nodded, her pupil-less eyes of her dragon body transformed into human fixed on the
sheep for a moment. The poor sheep bleated in fear, and Hermione turned away. Harry and Ron just gazed at the poor animal. "Well, you
know what Draco thinks about you, right Madame ShadowLight?" Ron said.
The sheep was suddenly still as Hermione turned around to see that the professor had her body turned away.
"That he thinks that I am a vampire or something? Yes." She said as she turned around, her face bloody from the sheep's blood. "In a way, he is right."
Harry jumped in fear as the teacher grabbed a towel and wiped her face clean and hiccuped. "You... don't eat humans... do you?" Ron said without thinking.
The teacher turned quickly to look at Ron, which made him very fearful and terrified. "Mr. Weasley, have you learned nothing in my class? My
species of dragon only eats sheep and goats. You have nothing to fear, unless you have an animal transformation that is either of my mainstays."
She gave a grumbling laughter. She handed each student a stack of parchments and a feather pen. "What I wish for you to do is simple, really. I wish
for all three of you to read me the papers, one at a time, and then I will tell you what to write on it and where. Do not play favorites." She turned towards
Ron. Ron meekly sat and straightened his stacks of parchment papers. "Ronald..."
Hermione read aloud the first paper, she didn't read the name on the paper, but all four knew whose it was as soon as she began the first, and only, paragraph.
"Ron... you knew that this paper was due, and you knew that the assignment was two parchments!"
Hermione said looking straight at Ron who was looking at Draco's paper.
"That went over well." Hermione said.
"No it didn't." Ron said, feeling ill.
"Besides what happened to that goat." Hermione looked ill.
"It was a sheep Ron." Harry said.
"Dreadful..." Hermione looked at the picture of the fat lady.
"Password please." The fat lady said sleepily.
"Dracos Preturnum." Harry said, and the lady moved aside to let them inside the room.
The next day at class the teacher handed out the parchments. She didn't look directly at Hermione, Ron or Harry when she handed them their
parchments, but at Draco's desk, she stopped and talked to him in a soft tone. He looked scared and then nodded. She continued without a hitch
handing out the rest of the papers.
"I apologize for any writing that one cannot read, I was in a hurry to get these back to you, you see." Professor explained. Then she smiled and turned
her back to the class. "Open your books to the page of three hundred and forty eight. Now, who can tell me something about the Hungarian Horntail?"
She looked around the room and then right at Harry. "Mr. Potter, you did your report on this breed of dragon, did you?"
"I did, ma'am." Harry nodded, remembering having to fight one of those only last year. It wasn't a fond memory but it got him a 100 on his dragon report.
"And Mr. Malfoy did his report too on the Hungarian Horntail." Professor glanced over at Draco, who scowled at her fiercely. Never in his life had
he gotten such a low score. His score on this report was even lower than Crabbe and Goyle's were. That never happened.
After class, Draco stood by the door, waiting for the other students to leave. He wanted to have a word with this teacher.
"Yes Draco?" Professor let out a grumbling roar that alert Hermione.
"She wants us to stay, but out of sight," Hermione whispered.
The three of them walked towards the door then hid behind a desk out of sight. "Good thing I brought this..." Harry brought out his invisibility
cloak and covered the three of them up.
"Professor..." Draco snarled.
"Draco... I have a question for you before you yell at me for your reasonable grade..."
"Yes Professor?" Draco said.
"Who is your father?"
"Lucius Malfoy..." He said softly and quietly.
"I wondered... I know your father, have you ever thought to why your name is Draco?"
"You mean Dragon in Latin?"
"Correct, but have you ever thought of why your name is Draco?"
"No Ma'am." He was growing uneasy.
"Ask your father sometime. He will tell you, now if you'll excuse me." She started to leave the room, with Draco standing there stunned.
"What is she?" He grumbled, watching her leave the room. Then he began to look around for any clues as to her identity.
"We have to stop him!" Harry whispered to the other two.
"I think the teacher has something set up for him..." Ron said. "Look!"
Sure enough, Draco was frantically trying to get some black soot off of his hands, and it was spreading all over his arms too.
He had tried to open up Professor ShadowLight's book and it was guarded. Draco, now in a frenzied panic, ran from the room towards
Sylitherin's common room to clean up.
Harry and Hermione and Ron went back to their room, and were quiet. They had a feeling that Professor would know that Draco would get in trouble.
A/N: So far there is no plot, but it is starting to thicken. Draco plays a huge part in this. So does Hermione; (If you haven't noticed)
to help the dragon lady teacher read the assignments.
"I hope I get to grade Draco's!" Ron said quietly so only his two friends would hear him.
"I doubt it." Harry said as he drank the rest of his pumpkin juice and stood up. Hermione followed suit and stood after dusting herself off
from a good meal. Ron gulped down his pumpkin juice and took a big slice of cake to eat on the way to the dungeons.
"What time did Ms. ShadowLight want us there?" Hermione said, turning her head away from her left side, where Ron was messily eating
the slice of cake. Hermione looked at Harry instead.
"She said right after supper tonight, in her office." Harry said.
"Mph! Mphh!! Mhhmm!!!" Ron said with his mouth full of cake.
"Ronald Weasley! Didn't your mother teach you any manners? It isn't proper to speak with one's mouth full!" A voice behind them called.
Hermione turned around, "Ah, good evening Professor... McGonagall!"
The head of Griffyndor looked at them with a stern look. "What are we doing in the hallways after dark?"
Hermione smiled and pulled out a parchment of paper that, thankfully, Madame Zalana had given to them; it read on there detention which
is what they were told to say if they were caught.
"Detention, for whispering in Madame ShadowLight's class" Harry said.
They were excused and reached the office of the dragon at half past six.
"Greetings my favorite pupils" The teachers' voice was raspy and startling, yet comforting to the three.
"Madame?" Hermione looked around.
"I am in here, do you mind if I eat while we work?" ShadowLight came forth and smiled at them.
"Not at all." Harry said, Ron nodded in agreement.
"Very well, and thank you!" The teacher turned around and opened a small box. Hermione craned her head to see what was inside of it,
but there was nothing that could prepare them for the sounds of a sheep bleating for help.
"Madame ShadowLight... you aren't going to... eat that sheep are you?" Hermione had to ask.
"Unfortunately for the sheep and you three, yes." She nodded, her pupil-less eyes of her dragon body transformed into human fixed on the
sheep for a moment. The poor sheep bleated in fear, and Hermione turned away. Harry and Ron just gazed at the poor animal. "Well, you
know what Draco thinks about you, right Madame ShadowLight?" Ron said.
The sheep was suddenly still as Hermione turned around to see that the professor had her body turned away.
"That he thinks that I am a vampire or something? Yes." She said as she turned around, her face bloody from the sheep's blood. "In a way, he is right."
Harry jumped in fear as the teacher grabbed a towel and wiped her face clean and hiccuped. "You... don't eat humans... do you?" Ron said without thinking.
The teacher turned quickly to look at Ron, which made him very fearful and terrified. "Mr. Weasley, have you learned nothing in my class? My
species of dragon only eats sheep and goats. You have nothing to fear, unless you have an animal transformation that is either of my mainstays."
She gave a grumbling laughter. She handed each student a stack of parchments and a feather pen. "What I wish for you to do is simple, really. I wish
for all three of you to read me the papers, one at a time, and then I will tell you what to write on it and where. Do not play favorites." She turned towards
Ron. Ron meekly sat and straightened his stacks of parchment papers. "Ronald..."
Hermione read aloud the first paper, she didn't read the name on the paper, but all four knew whose it was as soon as she began the first, and only, paragraph.
"Ron... you knew that this paper was due, and you knew that the assignment was two parchments!"
Hermione said looking straight at Ron who was looking at Draco's paper.
"That went over well." Hermione said.
"No it didn't." Ron said, feeling ill.
"Besides what happened to that goat." Hermione looked ill.
"It was a sheep Ron." Harry said.
"Dreadful..." Hermione looked at the picture of the fat lady.
"Password please." The fat lady said sleepily.
"Dracos Preturnum." Harry said, and the lady moved aside to let them inside the room.
The next day at class the teacher handed out the parchments. She didn't look directly at Hermione, Ron or Harry when she handed them their
parchments, but at Draco's desk, she stopped and talked to him in a soft tone. He looked scared and then nodded. She continued without a hitch
handing out the rest of the papers.
"I apologize for any writing that one cannot read, I was in a hurry to get these back to you, you see." Professor explained. Then she smiled and turned
her back to the class. "Open your books to the page of three hundred and forty eight. Now, who can tell me something about the Hungarian Horntail?"
She looked around the room and then right at Harry. "Mr. Potter, you did your report on this breed of dragon, did you?"
"I did, ma'am." Harry nodded, remembering having to fight one of those only last year. It wasn't a fond memory but it got him a 100 on his dragon report.
"And Mr. Malfoy did his report too on the Hungarian Horntail." Professor glanced over at Draco, who scowled at her fiercely. Never in his life had
he gotten such a low score. His score on this report was even lower than Crabbe and Goyle's were. That never happened.
After class, Draco stood by the door, waiting for the other students to leave. He wanted to have a word with this teacher.
"Yes Draco?" Professor let out a grumbling roar that alert Hermione.
"She wants us to stay, but out of sight," Hermione whispered.
The three of them walked towards the door then hid behind a desk out of sight. "Good thing I brought this..." Harry brought out his invisibility
cloak and covered the three of them up.
"Professor..." Draco snarled.
"Draco... I have a question for you before you yell at me for your reasonable grade..."
"Yes Professor?" Draco said.
"Who is your father?"
"Lucius Malfoy..." He said softly and quietly.
"I wondered... I know your father, have you ever thought to why your name is Draco?"
"You mean Dragon in Latin?"
"Correct, but have you ever thought of why your name is Draco?"
"No Ma'am." He was growing uneasy.
"Ask your father sometime. He will tell you, now if you'll excuse me." She started to leave the room, with Draco standing there stunned.
"What is she?" He grumbled, watching her leave the room. Then he began to look around for any clues as to her identity.
"We have to stop him!" Harry whispered to the other two.
"I think the teacher has something set up for him..." Ron said. "Look!"
Sure enough, Draco was frantically trying to get some black soot off of his hands, and it was spreading all over his arms too.
He had tried to open up Professor ShadowLight's book and it was guarded. Draco, now in a frenzied panic, ran from the room towards
Sylitherin's common room to clean up.
Harry and Hermione and Ron went back to their room, and were quiet. They had a feeling that Professor would know that Draco would get in trouble.
A/N: So far there is no plot, but it is starting to thicken. Draco plays a huge part in this. So does Hermione; (If you haven't noticed)