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A/N: YAY! It continues! The next chapter will be from Christine's POV and it'll go more into her previous relationship with Draco! I hope you like it!

The Voice of Reason

Chapter Two: Battle Of The Profs

Draco's Point of View

I carefully stabbed the meat in front of me, wondering when something exciting would happen. Goyle, who sat beside me, nudged me and pointed to the entrance of the great hall. I felt my jaw drop as a hardly dressed teacher led a small swarm of people behind her. They looked my age and younger. Several teachers left, probably to get something for the kids, since they, much like their professor, were wearing pyjamas or undergarments. Professor Dumbledore as well as Professor Snape walked to greet the soaking wet teacher. She smiled bashfully and tightened the jacket that she had on. Silence hung the walls in the classroom, so everyone could hear the tale the teacher was about to tell. "Professor Dumbledore?" she questioned, to either teacher.

Professor Dumbledore held out his hand and shook hers. "Yes?" he asked, looking at the panicking teacher.

"I'm Enya Scythe, from Dragon Blood. We were..." she looked back at the mass of students behind her. "Well, we were disturbed during our sleep, and now our school has been split apart. Along time ago, there was a pact between Dragon Blood and Hogwarts. There had been several other... incidents like this when the school was first built and now it's happen again. I ask if we may stay until the school is fixed," she said, looking down embarrassed.

A smile stretched across Dumbledore's face. "You can stay here," he outstretched his arms. "Everyone can stay here!"

Murmurs of what I hoped were glee came from the students. I noticed bags under most of the students' eyes. "I think they're from a different time zone," Crabbe said, probably noticing the same that I did.

"Yeah," I said, letting my eyes wander over some of the girl's revealing clothing.

I noticed a girl standing beside another girl that had a camera. She, the one without the camera, was wearing plain pyjamas with a couple of holes in them. I couldn't decide why I looked at her. She had long brown hair and it seemed to be highlighted. She had light brown eyes and wore black glasses. I had seen her someplace before, but I couldn't put my finger on where. She turned; I guessed that she had seen me as well. I watched the students and the teacher leave the room quickly as well as Dumbledore and several other teachers. "Do you think some of them will be in Slytherin?" I asked.

"Maybe," Goyle shrugged.

I looked at the supper in front of me. "I'm going to check," I said. "See you later."

They nodded and continued to eat their meals. I walked from the great hall, like many other students had, from Hogwarts and Dragon Blood. I looked around, deciding that no one appeared to be wandering the halls except for I. The door to the Slytherin quarters opened and I walked in. Professor Snape seemed to have his hands full with several students sleeping on the floor in the common room and Professor Scythe trying to help him. I walked to the girl I had noticed previously. "Hi," I said.

She looked at me, as if I had said something terrible to her. "Hi," she repeated me.

"I'm not trying to use some sort of cheesy pick-up line, but have I seen you someplace before?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm afraid we have, but I'm shocked you don't remember," she said.

Obviously I had been rude to her. "Oh, your parents were the..." I paused; it was on the tip of my tongue.

"Walken," she said.

"Right!" I smiled. "My parents knew your parents."

"Yeah," she nodded and turned back to her friend.

What did I do to her again? "Christine, right?" I said.

She looked back at me. She probably wondered why I was still there. "Yeah, you said there wasn't any value in talking to someone like me," she said.

"Oh..." I paused. "Yeah... I'm sorry about that."

"Sure," she said and went back to speaking to the girl beside her.

Her friend looked up shyly at me, but I quickly walked back to my room. Why do I even bother with girls like that? I jumped onto my bed and looked up at the ceiling. Everything would be back to normal, in the morning.

I walked into my potions class with Crabbe and Goyle. There were a few students from Dragon Blood sitting at the back with their teacher. I had heard from other students that they were doing this; I just didn't have any classes with them, until now. I guessed that they still wanted them to learn; I wouldn't want to. Goyle and I sat in our normal desks with Crabbe behind us. I set down my books and waited for the class to begin. "They look better dressed," Crabbe said, looking at the people behind him.

"I kind of liked them spooked out," I said. "They seemed less intimidating."

"Speaking of spooked, Snape seems a little shaken up today," Goyle said.

I turned back around to see my teacher looking up at the other teacher. "It probably makes him nervous that another potion's teacher is watching him," I said.

As if on cue, Snape started to speak. "Professor Scythe, are you going to be sitting in during the class?" he asked, slightly nervous.

"If you don't mind," I watched a smile stretch across the female's face. "I heard that you were the best, and I thought that maybe I could learn some tricks."

She was obviously using flattery to make him let her stay. Instead of responding with his normal, "Flattery will get you no where, Mr. Malfoy," I thought I noticed some red go into his pale cheeks as he said, "It's fine Professor Scythe. I don't mind."

The teacher smiled victoriously and turned to speak to Christine and her friend beside her. "It's going to be an interesting class," Crabbe whispered from behind us.

I only nodded, since Snape started to speak about the potion we were making. "Today, I'll do a demonstration on how to make the potion, and tomorrow everyone will try it. We are making a fog potion, to help you stay hidden or escape from foes," he said. He opened a cupboard underneath the desk and started to take out whatever he needed for it. "The information is on page 124 in the textbook."

Goyle quickly turned to that page as we both looked at the poor diagrams. "Uh, Professor Snape!" Scythe quickly spoke up.

Since Snape was still searching in the cupboards, he hit his head. A curse was heard coming from the cupboard. Goyle and I chuckled appropriately. He appeared back at his desk. "Yes, Ms. Scythe," he said, as if she was a student.

Scythe ignored his black glare and snickered lightly. "Miss. Scythe," she corrected. "I'm afraid the students with me don't have a textbook, do you have extras?"

"In the cupboards behind me," he pointed lightly.

She stood up gracefully and walked down to the cupboards. She grabbed what looked like too many textbooks for her to carry, but she carried them all, as if they weighed nothing at all. There was obviously more to this school than I saw. Snape started to say which ingredients were needed to make the fog potion. Scythe quickly cut him off before he had a chance to pour the beholder tears into the empty flask. "Aren't you going to say anything about the ingredients themselves?" she asked.

"I didn't plan too," Snape said, setting down the test tube on the rack.

"Are the descriptions in the textbooks?" she asked, setting down her massive pile.

"No..." he responded, raising a brow.

"Well, then how are they supposed to know about them?" she questioned.

"It isn't necessary for them to know," he said.

"Can anyone tell me what Beholder Tears are?" Scythe asked, taking over Snape's class.

Unfortunately, we were paired with the Gryffindors and Granger, of course, knew the answer. Her hand shot up proudly, like it was something to be proud of. She nudged Professor Snape, like they were old friends. "You're going to have to help me with names," she smiled at him.

He scowled at her. "There's only one hand up, and it is Miss. Granger's," he said.

"Miss. Granger then." Scythe smiled her small smile at Granger. "Do you know what Beholder Tears are?"

"Well," she crossed her arms in a know-it-all fashion. "The obvious answer is that they are tears from a beholder, which are really hard to get despite the large amount of eyes that they have. I think the answer that Professor Scythe is looking for is that they burn they skin and are said to be corrosive if not washed off quickly enough."

"Thank you Miss. Granger," Scythe said. "That is that answer I was looking for. So my question to you, Professor Snape, is why didn't you warn them that the materials are corrosive."

"Because they aren't making the potion today. I would have warned them when they started to make it," he said.

The two teachers looked at each other for a moment, stubborn as a statue. "I think you need help," Scythe broke the silence with her cheerful voice.

"I don't," he said, crossing his arms.

"This is going to be a long class," Goyle sighed and put his head down on top of our textbook.

Scythe seemed to ignore Snape's request of no help, and carried the textbooks to where her students were. She then walked back down, ready to help in whatever way she could. Snape continued his rather boring description of how to make it, starting with the beholder tears. She grabbed his arm before he did so. "You really should wear gloves," she said.

"I won't spill," he said.

"But what if you do?" she asked, with a bit of concern in her voice.

"There's a sink right beside me, it'll be fine," he said.

She took out a pair of gloves from her pocket and handed it to Snape. "These are mine, but you need them," she said.

Somewhat defeated, Snape grabbed the gloves from her, but he spilt the tears across one of her hands. He cursed loudly, and hid what I suspected was a smile behind his hand as he pulled the vile away from her. "I'm sorry!" he said. "We should get you to the infirmary."

She shoved her hands into the sink and started to run water over her wound. Her eyes showed pain, but she still managed to smile at the clumsy man beside her. "It's fine," she said. "You said yourself there is a sink right here."

Snape handed the gloves back to her. "You may need them more than I do."

I wasn't sure what the class and I witnessed, but right then I think the two professors learned a little bit about each other. Scythe learned that Snape was an asshole that liked to do things by himself. Snape learned that Scythe didn't give a rat's ass what he did to her; she was still going to do her best to help him. "You're the one that spilled it," she said.

"Can I just teach my class?" he asked.

"Fine," she flipped her hair. "Where do you have a towel?"

"In the cupboard under the desk," he said.

Snape quickly went back to teaching his lesson alone, as I watched Scythe's black curls disappear under the desk. A loud slam echoed throughout the quiet, maybe fast asleep, class. Snape stepped backwards, biting his lower lip. "Bloody hell!" he cursed aloud. "What are you doing under there?"

Of course, most people thought of something sexual, and loud laughter was heard from each student, including me. I picked out Professor Scythe's laughter as well. My guess was that she was under the table. "Sorry," she stood up. "I didn't see your leg there. It's hard since you're dressed in all black."

Hate filled Professor Snape's eyes as he rubbed his leg. "Quiet!" he yelled at the class, who was still laughing. Quickly, everyone stopped, even the Dragon Bloods. I had to admit he was rather intimidating. "I want you out of my classroom!" he pointed at the startled Professor Scythe.

It was easy to tell that she was offended. "Fine," she crossed her arms. "But my students stay."

"That's fine," he said, mocking her by crossing his arms as well.

"Fine!" she said and started to walk out from the room.

"Fine!" he shouted as she slammed the door. He looked at the class that was staring blankly at him. It was almost funny about how angry he had gotten over the one teacher. "Let's continue," he said, fixing his hair a bit.