Disclaimer—I give all credit to most of the characters and places to Mrs.
Rowling, I own the plot.... And.... Nothing else.
A/n—Hey... welcome to the first chapter of Don't Tell Me. It is an after Hogwarts thing. Hermione is working as... you guessed it... DADA professor at Hogwarts. Romance will blossom, and I am not spoiling it so read on.
CHAPTER ONE: NERVES AND THE BUTTERFLIES
Albus Dumbledore looked out onto the grassy lawn that was the Hogwarts grounds. A new school year was about to begin, and teachers were busy preparing for their first lessons. Dumbledore shook his head in disbelief at the fact that it was so close to the start of term, and he was yet to find a Defense against the dark arts teacher.
It wasn't an easy position to fill. Over the years many people have learned not to take the job. Of course, there would always be Severus, but teaching against the dark arts might tempt him somehow. The dark arts and Severus, not a match at all, he had used the arts before, they were alluring.
He would have to find someone soon. He glanced back at the papers that lay sprawled about his desk. The past years he had had a werewolf, a possessed man, a celebrity of sorts, a poser, an evil woman, and ghosts. But that was just the short version. He snickered to himself as he relived the old memories.
It just wasn't easy enough. A small tawny owl flew in through the open window of his office. "Ah, the promising applicants." He untied the bundle of letters from the owl's leg and sent the bird on his way. The first letter was written in neat handwriting. Familiar handwriting. He knew he had found his DADA professor. Hermione Granger. He sent Fawkes on his way with the notice to Ms. Granger to get to the school as soon as possible. He popped a lemon drop into his mouth as he headed to the great hall for lunch.
Hermione Granger sat at her empty table reading the Daily Prophet, coffee in hand. She laughed to herself as she read about "Harry's latest raid." He was an auror, a good one, but not higher than any of the other men he worked alongside. But he was the boy who lived. Always put above the others. She sat the paper down as the clock struck noon.
She made her way up to her bedroom. She had lounged around for most of the morning; she needed to shower and dress if she was to show her face at all today. After showering and dressing in a black skirt and a presentable casual shirt, she went for the task that used to plague her. She placed the serum in her hair and said the incantation, glad to have her hair soft and wavy, and not like its usual brillo pad texture.
She sighed as she managed to pull it back into a bun, revealing her worried features. She took a step back from the mirror and adjusted her clothing and hair until she gave up on improving it any further.
She looked at the clock on a nearby wall. "12:07! This is going to be a long day." She said through gritted teeth. She felt more comfortable using the muggle appliances and time she grew up with, even though she lived in the world of magic.
She dragged her feet back into the kitchen and poured herself another cup of coffee. She had developed a slight addiction for it over the years. She walked into the living room and sat by the window, eagerly awaiting her owl. After several minutes of hopefully looking at the sky, her eyes wondered over the familiar surroundings of the room.
She looked at the moving photograph of Harry, Ron and herself at their Hogwarts graduation. Hermione stood in the middle, shifting gazes at her best friends, while Harry and Ron stood at her sides with an arm around her looking about with sheepish grins on their faces. She sighed. She had recently turned twenty-six. She was a woman, a lonely woman. She spent time with Harry and Ron occasionally, but with their jobs at the ministry, those were rare occasions.
She had had many odd jobs at the ministry, but none suited her. She was fed up with looking. Then she read about the teaching vacancy at Hogwarts, it seemed to click. 'We'll see I suppose' she thought to herself. She decided to head to Diagon alley for a bit of muggle shopping and visits to old friends. She grabbed her cloak and wrapped it tightly around her slender form. She sat her coffee down on the table and apparated to Diagon Alley.
Hermione arrived just outside of madam Malkins, and decided to head to flourish and Blotts. She glanced around at the many leather bound books for a good twenty minutes, finally leaving with her purchase of "Aurors, gnomes, and zelderbinks" By Dranis Golfflehop. She laughed silently at the title. It was more or less a magical encyclopedia, but the title was quite humorous. She walked in a daze, passed the many shops and stands stopping briefly for a butterbeer, but heading on toward her destination. She came to a stop at Weasley's wizard wheezes. She stepped inside the colorful shop and browsed about momentarily before heading to the register.
She stepped to the side, amused at the young cashier's frustration with the magical register. The youngest Weasley stood impatiently shouting different spells, trying to open it. Hermione walked up to her smiling. She reached out a hand and tapped the side of the contraption, sending the cash draw open immediately. Ginny looked up in a fit of relief. "Mione!" She exclaimed climbing over the short counter to embrace her friend.
"Hello Ginny." She said grinning. "How's work?" She said stifling a laugh. She knew Ginny was grateful for the job, she had just gotten her first flat and needed the money, although the job was a constant pain in her side. Ginny glared. I can't really talk now, but I will stop by your place after work." She smiled apologetically and hopped back over the counter. Hermione forced a smile and headed back into the crowded street. She apparated home, tired of being alone in public.
She sat her purchases on the table, and dumped her now cold coffee into the sink. "What a waste of perfectly good caffeine." She muttered.
Her spirits rose as she caught a glimpse of her owl napping in a corner. She awoke the bird gently and received the parcel it had brought. She opened the letter quickly and viewed it's contents.
Dear Ms. Granger,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to fill the DADA position. Please bring any belongings you need and hurry to the grounds as fast as you can. The port key (attached) will activate when you say H.S.W.W. I will see you soon.
Albus
Hermione grinned widely as she skipped up to her room to pack her things. She threw various items into the trunk, a few dozen books and any other necessities , and shrunk the trunk to fit in her pocket. She headed to the florida room and grasped the portkey tightly in her hand and said the activation and was immediately transported to the main hall.
Author's note: Thank you for reading my story, now please tell me what you think, I will gladly accept your criticism, I appreciate it GREATLY!
Byerz
A/n—Hey... welcome to the first chapter of Don't Tell Me. It is an after Hogwarts thing. Hermione is working as... you guessed it... DADA professor at Hogwarts. Romance will blossom, and I am not spoiling it so read on.
CHAPTER ONE: NERVES AND THE BUTTERFLIES
Albus Dumbledore looked out onto the grassy lawn that was the Hogwarts grounds. A new school year was about to begin, and teachers were busy preparing for their first lessons. Dumbledore shook his head in disbelief at the fact that it was so close to the start of term, and he was yet to find a Defense against the dark arts teacher.
It wasn't an easy position to fill. Over the years many people have learned not to take the job. Of course, there would always be Severus, but teaching against the dark arts might tempt him somehow. The dark arts and Severus, not a match at all, he had used the arts before, they were alluring.
He would have to find someone soon. He glanced back at the papers that lay sprawled about his desk. The past years he had had a werewolf, a possessed man, a celebrity of sorts, a poser, an evil woman, and ghosts. But that was just the short version. He snickered to himself as he relived the old memories.
It just wasn't easy enough. A small tawny owl flew in through the open window of his office. "Ah, the promising applicants." He untied the bundle of letters from the owl's leg and sent the bird on his way. The first letter was written in neat handwriting. Familiar handwriting. He knew he had found his DADA professor. Hermione Granger. He sent Fawkes on his way with the notice to Ms. Granger to get to the school as soon as possible. He popped a lemon drop into his mouth as he headed to the great hall for lunch.
Hermione Granger sat at her empty table reading the Daily Prophet, coffee in hand. She laughed to herself as she read about "Harry's latest raid." He was an auror, a good one, but not higher than any of the other men he worked alongside. But he was the boy who lived. Always put above the others. She sat the paper down as the clock struck noon.
She made her way up to her bedroom. She had lounged around for most of the morning; she needed to shower and dress if she was to show her face at all today. After showering and dressing in a black skirt and a presentable casual shirt, she went for the task that used to plague her. She placed the serum in her hair and said the incantation, glad to have her hair soft and wavy, and not like its usual brillo pad texture.
She sighed as she managed to pull it back into a bun, revealing her worried features. She took a step back from the mirror and adjusted her clothing and hair until she gave up on improving it any further.
She looked at the clock on a nearby wall. "12:07! This is going to be a long day." She said through gritted teeth. She felt more comfortable using the muggle appliances and time she grew up with, even though she lived in the world of magic.
She dragged her feet back into the kitchen and poured herself another cup of coffee. She had developed a slight addiction for it over the years. She walked into the living room and sat by the window, eagerly awaiting her owl. After several minutes of hopefully looking at the sky, her eyes wondered over the familiar surroundings of the room.
She looked at the moving photograph of Harry, Ron and herself at their Hogwarts graduation. Hermione stood in the middle, shifting gazes at her best friends, while Harry and Ron stood at her sides with an arm around her looking about with sheepish grins on their faces. She sighed. She had recently turned twenty-six. She was a woman, a lonely woman. She spent time with Harry and Ron occasionally, but with their jobs at the ministry, those were rare occasions.
She had had many odd jobs at the ministry, but none suited her. She was fed up with looking. Then she read about the teaching vacancy at Hogwarts, it seemed to click. 'We'll see I suppose' she thought to herself. She decided to head to Diagon alley for a bit of muggle shopping and visits to old friends. She grabbed her cloak and wrapped it tightly around her slender form. She sat her coffee down on the table and apparated to Diagon Alley.
Hermione arrived just outside of madam Malkins, and decided to head to flourish and Blotts. She glanced around at the many leather bound books for a good twenty minutes, finally leaving with her purchase of "Aurors, gnomes, and zelderbinks" By Dranis Golfflehop. She laughed silently at the title. It was more or less a magical encyclopedia, but the title was quite humorous. She walked in a daze, passed the many shops and stands stopping briefly for a butterbeer, but heading on toward her destination. She came to a stop at Weasley's wizard wheezes. She stepped inside the colorful shop and browsed about momentarily before heading to the register.
She stepped to the side, amused at the young cashier's frustration with the magical register. The youngest Weasley stood impatiently shouting different spells, trying to open it. Hermione walked up to her smiling. She reached out a hand and tapped the side of the contraption, sending the cash draw open immediately. Ginny looked up in a fit of relief. "Mione!" She exclaimed climbing over the short counter to embrace her friend.
"Hello Ginny." She said grinning. "How's work?" She said stifling a laugh. She knew Ginny was grateful for the job, she had just gotten her first flat and needed the money, although the job was a constant pain in her side. Ginny glared. I can't really talk now, but I will stop by your place after work." She smiled apologetically and hopped back over the counter. Hermione forced a smile and headed back into the crowded street. She apparated home, tired of being alone in public.
She sat her purchases on the table, and dumped her now cold coffee into the sink. "What a waste of perfectly good caffeine." She muttered.
Her spirits rose as she caught a glimpse of her owl napping in a corner. She awoke the bird gently and received the parcel it had brought. She opened the letter quickly and viewed it's contents.
Dear Ms. Granger,
I am pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to fill the DADA position. Please bring any belongings you need and hurry to the grounds as fast as you can. The port key (attached) will activate when you say H.S.W.W. I will see you soon.
Albus
Hermione grinned widely as she skipped up to her room to pack her things. She threw various items into the trunk, a few dozen books and any other necessities , and shrunk the trunk to fit in her pocket. She headed to the florida room and grasped the portkey tightly in her hand and said the activation and was immediately transported to the main hall.
Author's note: Thank you for reading my story, now please tell me what you think, I will gladly accept your criticism, I appreciate it GREATLY!
Byerz