A/N: Due to all the hate mail I got, including a virus sent by someone who
seemed to REALLY hate this story, I am continuing it. Yep. I find it
hilarious that people hate this story and go through all that trouble to
stop me from doing something like this. Completely hilarious. So to many
peoples displeasure, the story continues! R/R, It's all that love/hate that
drives me to write this. And to answer that one person, I was possessed by
a demon while writing this because I love spending my day making you life
hell. No one is making anyone read this so there! And Shit, you must have
had too much time in your hands to have taken the trouble to continuously
paste 'shit' over and over again. I thank you haters. I enjoy making your
lives miserable by writing these fan fictions. It makes me feel all warm
inside knowing I made someone's day miserable. (yes, and unless you were
completely dense, you noted the sarcasm.)
*~*~*~*~*
After ten minutes of bantering amongst each other, more people came into class, so the four sat on their seats. To Rory and Hermione's distaste, Tristan and Draco took the seat right behind them. The professor came in, and she introduced herself. To much surprise, she didn't look older than 21.
"Hello and welcome to your first day in English. I hope all of you are adjusting. You may call me Professor Bruccoli. To tell you a little about myself, I should start off by saying that I too am a graduate of Yale. I graduated from here 3 years ago at the top of my class when I was 18."
A gasp was heard in the class as everyone talked amongst themselves, taking in the information just told to them.
Professor Bruccoli then started her lecture and told them that they had to have an outline as well as a thesis on the book on her desk by the next week. Everyone groaned.
"But Yale is not all about study. You will also learn from this class cooperation. Now, I hope you chose your seats wisely for those will be your seats not only for the rest of the semester, but the people surrounding you will be in your group."
Rory counted the rows and groaned when she counted. She would be stuck with the obnoxious boys.
"This is my first year teaching at this school and most teachers do not approve of the group work I make you all do. But I think that to truly understand English, you need other people's opinions to learn all of the aspects in this language. You will be doing thesis's, you will counter the thesis, write research paper's and write one disagreeing with the viewpoint thrown by that research paper and so on."
Hermione groaned. *Not even in Hogwarts were classes this hard. *
Rory massaged her temples. *I will NOT breakdown, I will NOT breakdown. *
The boys behind them were also thinking, but the two of them seemed to look at the group work differently.
Tristan. *Wow, I get to work with Mary again. I think faith is finally working. *
Draco. *I have to work with that Mudblood? * Draco them shook his head. *NO, I refuse to think like father. I will work with Granger and not act like father's puppet. I am over his evil. *
The class ended, but Professor Bruccoli called for both Draco and Hermione.
Rory and Tristan went to wait outside, exiting with a seemingly heated banter.
"Yes Professor Bruccoli?"
"I hope you both understand why I called you both here."
Draco and Hermione looked at each other, confused.
"You may not know this, but I too am a witch. I was sent here by Dumbledore to watch you two carefully. I was a little surprised to see that your two are in each other's groups, because from what I heard, you two never exactly got along."
Hermione and Draco both shot each other looks.
"Anyways, you two must be very careful here in the muggle world. I hear that both of you are here with relatives."
Both of them nodded their heads.
"And Draco, I believe that Tristan already knows of you being a wizard."
Hermione looked surprised when Draco nodded his head.
"Well then, Hermione, I am guessing that you didn't tell yours."
Hermione nodded her head.
"This may sound strange, but Dumbledore said that you must tell Rory."
"Why?"
"Because if anything out of the ordinary happened, which usually does happen around our kind, Rory will understand. In the end, you may need her support."
Hermione nodded her head.
"You two may leave now. Rory and Tristan must be waiting."
Professor Bruccoli started to shuffle through her paper.
Hermione gave Draco an amazed look. "From every person at Hogwarts, you were the last person I would have even to see here of all places. For someone who hated anything muggle related, I can't believe you are tolerating and blending so well into Yale."
Draco smirked. "Sorry to surprise you like that. But I can shock you even more with this amazing information. People DO change, although I see that you are still the bookworm you have always been."
Hermione gave Draco a perplexed look. "What drove you to the muggle world Malfoy?"
Draco smirked. "That is something you may find out the information to. But you will not be finding out now."
Before Hermione could say anything, Draco and already headed for the door. They both came out to see a bantering Rory and Tristan.
"You are still the same Tristan."
"And you are still Mary."
If looks could kill, Rory would have burned Tristan to the ground. The two of them saw their cousins come out.
"So, what was that all about?"
Rory looked at Hermione. "Oh, nothing. She just wanted to tell us something. Listen, I have to tell you something. Can we go somewhere to talk?"
Rory gave Hermione a puzzled look and nodded. They regretfully exchanged their phone number's with the boys and left.
"I guess since we are working with one another, we have to somehow manage to get along so. I can't believe I am saying this. Call us tonight and we will meet ok?"
The boys smirked. "Can't wait to get reacquainted Mary?"
Rory shot Tristan a deadly glance. "Don't be so sure of yourself Bible boy."
*~*~*~*~*
After ten minutes of bantering amongst each other, more people came into class, so the four sat on their seats. To Rory and Hermione's distaste, Tristan and Draco took the seat right behind them. The professor came in, and she introduced herself. To much surprise, she didn't look older than 21.
"Hello and welcome to your first day in English. I hope all of you are adjusting. You may call me Professor Bruccoli. To tell you a little about myself, I should start off by saying that I too am a graduate of Yale. I graduated from here 3 years ago at the top of my class when I was 18."
A gasp was heard in the class as everyone talked amongst themselves, taking in the information just told to them.
Professor Bruccoli then started her lecture and told them that they had to have an outline as well as a thesis on the book on her desk by the next week. Everyone groaned.
"But Yale is not all about study. You will also learn from this class cooperation. Now, I hope you chose your seats wisely for those will be your seats not only for the rest of the semester, but the people surrounding you will be in your group."
Rory counted the rows and groaned when she counted. She would be stuck with the obnoxious boys.
"This is my first year teaching at this school and most teachers do not approve of the group work I make you all do. But I think that to truly understand English, you need other people's opinions to learn all of the aspects in this language. You will be doing thesis's, you will counter the thesis, write research paper's and write one disagreeing with the viewpoint thrown by that research paper and so on."
Hermione groaned. *Not even in Hogwarts were classes this hard. *
Rory massaged her temples. *I will NOT breakdown, I will NOT breakdown. *
The boys behind them were also thinking, but the two of them seemed to look at the group work differently.
Tristan. *Wow, I get to work with Mary again. I think faith is finally working. *
Draco. *I have to work with that Mudblood? * Draco them shook his head. *NO, I refuse to think like father. I will work with Granger and not act like father's puppet. I am over his evil. *
The class ended, but Professor Bruccoli called for both Draco and Hermione.
Rory and Tristan went to wait outside, exiting with a seemingly heated banter.
"Yes Professor Bruccoli?"
"I hope you both understand why I called you both here."
Draco and Hermione looked at each other, confused.
"You may not know this, but I too am a witch. I was sent here by Dumbledore to watch you two carefully. I was a little surprised to see that your two are in each other's groups, because from what I heard, you two never exactly got along."
Hermione and Draco both shot each other looks.
"Anyways, you two must be very careful here in the muggle world. I hear that both of you are here with relatives."
Both of them nodded their heads.
"And Draco, I believe that Tristan already knows of you being a wizard."
Hermione looked surprised when Draco nodded his head.
"Well then, Hermione, I am guessing that you didn't tell yours."
Hermione nodded her head.
"This may sound strange, but Dumbledore said that you must tell Rory."
"Why?"
"Because if anything out of the ordinary happened, which usually does happen around our kind, Rory will understand. In the end, you may need her support."
Hermione nodded her head.
"You two may leave now. Rory and Tristan must be waiting."
Professor Bruccoli started to shuffle through her paper.
Hermione gave Draco an amazed look. "From every person at Hogwarts, you were the last person I would have even to see here of all places. For someone who hated anything muggle related, I can't believe you are tolerating and blending so well into Yale."
Draco smirked. "Sorry to surprise you like that. But I can shock you even more with this amazing information. People DO change, although I see that you are still the bookworm you have always been."
Hermione gave Draco a perplexed look. "What drove you to the muggle world Malfoy?"
Draco smirked. "That is something you may find out the information to. But you will not be finding out now."
Before Hermione could say anything, Draco and already headed for the door. They both came out to see a bantering Rory and Tristan.
"You are still the same Tristan."
"And you are still Mary."
If looks could kill, Rory would have burned Tristan to the ground. The two of them saw their cousins come out.
"So, what was that all about?"
Rory looked at Hermione. "Oh, nothing. She just wanted to tell us something. Listen, I have to tell you something. Can we go somewhere to talk?"
Rory gave Hermione a puzzled look and nodded. They regretfully exchanged their phone number's with the boys and left.
"I guess since we are working with one another, we have to somehow manage to get along so. I can't believe I am saying this. Call us tonight and we will meet ok?"
The boys smirked. "Can't wait to get reacquainted Mary?"
Rory shot Tristan a deadly glance. "Don't be so sure of yourself Bible boy."