A/N: I'm dreadfully sorry my dear reviewers that my previous chapter was a
bit boring, ahh... but thanks for reviewing anyways... All reviewers will now
receive Cheerios dunked in blue food coloring.
Alrighty, time to get on with it!
Hermione's POV
New classes were added when the new headmistress took her crown and settled in her throne. And I don't mean average classes, like maybe the advanced study of Transfiguration. No... it meant art, music, the study of latin and origins of spells, the advanced courses of Math and English, and home studies. Not that I minded, because although we now had slightly extended days, we no longer had double potions or double of any other subject in one day. And I did quite enjoy these new classes. Even Ron and Harry commented one day that the art class they just recently took was actually, could you believe it that they were capable of this word in association with the word "class", fun?
I was heading at the moment, to one of the new classes, The Study of Latin and Origins of Spells, which we had to share with the Slytherins, unfortunately. It was the last class of the day, however. I walked through an unfamiliar hallway in order to reach a deserted classroom in the East Wing, in which the class was being held. I took my usual seat beside Ron in the midsection of the classroom. "What do you think she'll start us off with?" He asked me, wonderingly. I shrugged. The new professor along with her headmaster duties, was going to be teaching, so I had no idea what to expect. "She's probably going to start explaining how Latin came about or something." I guessed, although I had heard it all before. I didn't read almost half the library for nothing, if you must know.
Just before the classroom doors closed to signal the beginning of class, Draco Malfoy rushed in, in all his splendor.
Or at least that's what Lavender and Pavarti were whispering about behind me.
And, as if fate was my worst enemy, the only available seat was next to me. WHY THE HELL DID FINNIGAN HAVE TO SKIP A SEAT, GODAMMIT?
Malfoy lazily sauntered his way over to the empty seat and gracefully half slid down his seat, legs crossed at the ankles, and arms crossed. I only stared because his robe opened a bit, revealing a very tight t-shirt that rightfully accented his toned chest. A slight naughty smirk flitted across his lips, making his eyes twinkle with subtle amusement. "Something catch your attention, Granger?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy. I'd hate for you to be misguided, and still ludicrously proud."
"Granger, if you're going to stare at my chest, at least admit it."
"I have an urge to smack you."
A voice interrupted us. "Ms. Granger, if you're going to smack anyone, do it outside AFTER my class. And Mr. MALFOY, if your going to imply anyone was looking at your chest for reasons I cannot fathom, once again do it OUTSIDE where I won't HEAR." Professor Rue raised her eyebrows to suggest. "Or MAYBE, in Professor Snape's class, I'm sure him and his sick humor finds much comedy in this." There was slight snide giggles from a few Gryffindors. When we all shut up, she nodded and smiled amusedly. "There, thank you. Why don't we just dive right into the lesson?" She gave us all a huge grin.
I had no idea whether to hate her for reprimanding us in front of the whole class, or acting like she had way too much coffee this morning.
I tried to ignore my own embarrassment and the reddening inflammation of my cheeks as I hurriedly got out a piece of parchment paper and a quill to take notes. "Latin," She started, "is the basis of all the romance languages. Or, in other words, the languages French, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and even English was deprived from Latin." As she said this, she conjured up a huge orange that possibly looked like it was on steroids, a marker, and a huge knife. "Latin was originally spoken by the Roman Empire."
She indicated to the orange as she wrote the words Roman Empire on it, and placed it on her desk. "But in the 5th century, the decline of the Roman Empire started. So, the relations among such different countries broke down."
Suddenly she whacked the orange straight down with the knife. I jerked a bit backwards in a protective stance. Even Malfoy, with all his self- control, twitched a bit. The orange, magically divided into five equal pieces, and at the same time, the names of the five romance languages appeared on the pieces. "Then, diversity tendencies inside the Empire increased and Latin lost the unity that they primarily had before, as you can see. This would be the origin of the future Romance languages. Despite the way you saw my makeshift empire fall apart instantly, the process actually took many centuries before the other languages began to develop."
We were all in shock of her hands-on teaching methods that we didn't even bother to take notes. Including me. Even when she reminded us at the end. She waved her wand and all the materials disappeared. "And now, we will get on with how spells came about." She paused. "Who's heard of Ferdinand L'Ambaggio?" The name struck a chord in my brain, but other than that, I couldn't think of anything else besides his name, which really irked me.
"No one?" She asked when she saw no hands shoot up. Strangely, Malfoy's hand was the only one that slid up after a moment in his usual lazy air. He was never one to volunteer in classes. "Mr. Malfoy!" She cried, delightedly. "Tell us!" He smirked and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "He was," He paused for effect. "The creator of the Lumos spell, one of the first ever discovered spells, and one that later became the basis for all other light spells." He gave me a smug smile. I really wanted to mutilate his face now with twisting motions. And that was how the class finished off. I, steaming, and Malfoy gloating about his temporary success.
When the class ended, Malfoy stepped outside and started to saunter lazily back to his dormitory in his usual fashion. I caught up to him and angrily stopped him by standing in front of him and placing my hands on my hips. "Who the HELL do you think you are?" I cried madly, attracting some attention from fellow Gryffindors.
"Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune, SECOND top of most of my classes, captain of the Slytherin quidditch team, AND the sexiest seventh year in this school." He folded his arms. "Would you like me to list more?"
I angrily grit my teeth, and looked up at him. He WAS really, really, good looking. But I figured that's not the point at the moment. "You KNOW what I mean!"
He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. For some reason, it sent trills up my spine to think of smoothing it back down. I most likely concluded it was the hormones and nothing else. "Your telling me, I have no right to answer questions that you don't know the answer to?" He gave me a look. "For your benefit? I think not." With saying that, he started walking again, quicker.
I had to jog a bit to keep up with his pace. "NO, that's not what I'm SAYING. My POINT is that you have no right to be so ARROGANT about it!" He suddenly stopped and spun around to grab my wrist. "Arrogant." He used the word lightly as if it were a joke. "You're joking. Why would you care, first of all? Don't these things just brush off you? Why do you care what I say or do? Do my opinions actually MATTER to you?" He suddenly paused, then smiled amusedly. "I didn't know you... CARED." He breathed the last word, teasingly, and enticingly.
He walked away. Just like that.
OH NO, HE DIDN'T! THE LAST WORD WAS MINE!
I ran up to him, and walked with him, shouting insults along the way. "Stupid prat... CARE? WHY WOULD I CARE?" All the while he was silent. While I, on the other hand, was unaware of where we were walking and only concentrated on shouting at him. I was so involved, I didn't even realize when he whispered the Slytherin password, which I could've heard and used to my own advantage, (stupid me) and entered the Slytherin common room and walked into his dorm. I only stopped yelling when we stopped walking. I suddenly smelled a faint trace of cologne and aftershave. Awkwardly, I sensed a strewn boxer on the floor a few feel away. Malfoy comfortably lay down on his green-sheeted bed, as if having me in the room was a daily happening. He suddenly spoke into the shocked silence.
"If you didn't care, pray tell, WHY did you follow me into my room?"
Damn, I couldn't even speak, much less think of a snappy comment. Then it dawned on me. I was stuck in Malfoy's room. Of all people, MALFOY. Ew.
Oh, shitters.
A/N: I KNOW, I KNOW, THIS CHAPTER WAS SHORT. But I promise, SWEAR TO GOD, CROSS MY HEART, that the next one will be longer. And it'll have more OOMPH!
Alrighty, time to get on with it!
Hermione's POV
New classes were added when the new headmistress took her crown and settled in her throne. And I don't mean average classes, like maybe the advanced study of Transfiguration. No... it meant art, music, the study of latin and origins of spells, the advanced courses of Math and English, and home studies. Not that I minded, because although we now had slightly extended days, we no longer had double potions or double of any other subject in one day. And I did quite enjoy these new classes. Even Ron and Harry commented one day that the art class they just recently took was actually, could you believe it that they were capable of this word in association with the word "class", fun?
I was heading at the moment, to one of the new classes, The Study of Latin and Origins of Spells, which we had to share with the Slytherins, unfortunately. It was the last class of the day, however. I walked through an unfamiliar hallway in order to reach a deserted classroom in the East Wing, in which the class was being held. I took my usual seat beside Ron in the midsection of the classroom. "What do you think she'll start us off with?" He asked me, wonderingly. I shrugged. The new professor along with her headmaster duties, was going to be teaching, so I had no idea what to expect. "She's probably going to start explaining how Latin came about or something." I guessed, although I had heard it all before. I didn't read almost half the library for nothing, if you must know.
Just before the classroom doors closed to signal the beginning of class, Draco Malfoy rushed in, in all his splendor.
Or at least that's what Lavender and Pavarti were whispering about behind me.
And, as if fate was my worst enemy, the only available seat was next to me. WHY THE HELL DID FINNIGAN HAVE TO SKIP A SEAT, GODAMMIT?
Malfoy lazily sauntered his way over to the empty seat and gracefully half slid down his seat, legs crossed at the ankles, and arms crossed. I only stared because his robe opened a bit, revealing a very tight t-shirt that rightfully accented his toned chest. A slight naughty smirk flitted across his lips, making his eyes twinkle with subtle amusement. "Something catch your attention, Granger?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy. I'd hate for you to be misguided, and still ludicrously proud."
"Granger, if you're going to stare at my chest, at least admit it."
"I have an urge to smack you."
A voice interrupted us. "Ms. Granger, if you're going to smack anyone, do it outside AFTER my class. And Mr. MALFOY, if your going to imply anyone was looking at your chest for reasons I cannot fathom, once again do it OUTSIDE where I won't HEAR." Professor Rue raised her eyebrows to suggest. "Or MAYBE, in Professor Snape's class, I'm sure him and his sick humor finds much comedy in this." There was slight snide giggles from a few Gryffindors. When we all shut up, she nodded and smiled amusedly. "There, thank you. Why don't we just dive right into the lesson?" She gave us all a huge grin.
I had no idea whether to hate her for reprimanding us in front of the whole class, or acting like she had way too much coffee this morning.
I tried to ignore my own embarrassment and the reddening inflammation of my cheeks as I hurriedly got out a piece of parchment paper and a quill to take notes. "Latin," She started, "is the basis of all the romance languages. Or, in other words, the languages French, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and even English was deprived from Latin." As she said this, she conjured up a huge orange that possibly looked like it was on steroids, a marker, and a huge knife. "Latin was originally spoken by the Roman Empire."
She indicated to the orange as she wrote the words Roman Empire on it, and placed it on her desk. "But in the 5th century, the decline of the Roman Empire started. So, the relations among such different countries broke down."
Suddenly she whacked the orange straight down with the knife. I jerked a bit backwards in a protective stance. Even Malfoy, with all his self- control, twitched a bit. The orange, magically divided into five equal pieces, and at the same time, the names of the five romance languages appeared on the pieces. "Then, diversity tendencies inside the Empire increased and Latin lost the unity that they primarily had before, as you can see. This would be the origin of the future Romance languages. Despite the way you saw my makeshift empire fall apart instantly, the process actually took many centuries before the other languages began to develop."
We were all in shock of her hands-on teaching methods that we didn't even bother to take notes. Including me. Even when she reminded us at the end. She waved her wand and all the materials disappeared. "And now, we will get on with how spells came about." She paused. "Who's heard of Ferdinand L'Ambaggio?" The name struck a chord in my brain, but other than that, I couldn't think of anything else besides his name, which really irked me.
"No one?" She asked when she saw no hands shoot up. Strangely, Malfoy's hand was the only one that slid up after a moment in his usual lazy air. He was never one to volunteer in classes. "Mr. Malfoy!" She cried, delightedly. "Tell us!" He smirked and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "He was," He paused for effect. "The creator of the Lumos spell, one of the first ever discovered spells, and one that later became the basis for all other light spells." He gave me a smug smile. I really wanted to mutilate his face now with twisting motions. And that was how the class finished off. I, steaming, and Malfoy gloating about his temporary success.
When the class ended, Malfoy stepped outside and started to saunter lazily back to his dormitory in his usual fashion. I caught up to him and angrily stopped him by standing in front of him and placing my hands on my hips. "Who the HELL do you think you are?" I cried madly, attracting some attention from fellow Gryffindors.
"Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune, SECOND top of most of my classes, captain of the Slytherin quidditch team, AND the sexiest seventh year in this school." He folded his arms. "Would you like me to list more?"
I angrily grit my teeth, and looked up at him. He WAS really, really, good looking. But I figured that's not the point at the moment. "You KNOW what I mean!"
He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. For some reason, it sent trills up my spine to think of smoothing it back down. I most likely concluded it was the hormones and nothing else. "Your telling me, I have no right to answer questions that you don't know the answer to?" He gave me a look. "For your benefit? I think not." With saying that, he started walking again, quicker.
I had to jog a bit to keep up with his pace. "NO, that's not what I'm SAYING. My POINT is that you have no right to be so ARROGANT about it!" He suddenly stopped and spun around to grab my wrist. "Arrogant." He used the word lightly as if it were a joke. "You're joking. Why would you care, first of all? Don't these things just brush off you? Why do you care what I say or do? Do my opinions actually MATTER to you?" He suddenly paused, then smiled amusedly. "I didn't know you... CARED." He breathed the last word, teasingly, and enticingly.
He walked away. Just like that.
OH NO, HE DIDN'T! THE LAST WORD WAS MINE!
I ran up to him, and walked with him, shouting insults along the way. "Stupid prat... CARE? WHY WOULD I CARE?" All the while he was silent. While I, on the other hand, was unaware of where we were walking and only concentrated on shouting at him. I was so involved, I didn't even realize when he whispered the Slytherin password, which I could've heard and used to my own advantage, (stupid me) and entered the Slytherin common room and walked into his dorm. I only stopped yelling when we stopped walking. I suddenly smelled a faint trace of cologne and aftershave. Awkwardly, I sensed a strewn boxer on the floor a few feel away. Malfoy comfortably lay down on his green-sheeted bed, as if having me in the room was a daily happening. He suddenly spoke into the shocked silence.
"If you didn't care, pray tell, WHY did you follow me into my room?"
Damn, I couldn't even speak, much less think of a snappy comment. Then it dawned on me. I was stuck in Malfoy's room. Of all people, MALFOY. Ew.
Oh, shitters.
A/N: I KNOW, I KNOW, THIS CHAPTER WAS SHORT. But I promise, SWEAR TO GOD, CROSS MY HEART, that the next one will be longer. And it'll have more OOMPH!