Chapter Three
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AN: I'm gonna be using Elvish in this chapter…translation at the bottom of the page. Enjoy!
Draco sat in his usual seat between Crabbe and Goyle at the Slytherin table, making the usual snide remarks and jokes about Potter and those he calls friends. Dumbledore was at the front making his usual speech, mainly for the first years. But then,
"Now I'd like to introduce you to your new defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Elen, hopefully she'll last a little longer than our last few."
Draco looked up to see… a girl. He was shocked, usually Dumbledore chose…well more experienced teachers. But her? Maybe this year would be different, interesting. She sat down and the feast began.
Every so often he'd feel someone's eyes on him and look up to find her staring at him. Why? He'd never met her in his life, or had he?
The next day Draco was actually felling, well happy (A/N: shock, horror!). He'd had a dreamless night and he had DADA first. It was strange, he usually only felt like this when he had potions because he knew the golden trio would get in trouble. He got dressed and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
She was sitting at her desk in the empty classroom, she heard students rushing past trying to get to class on time. She got up and walked to the door, opening it to hear
"Well, if it isn't Pothead, Weasel and the mud blood, I see you lived through the summer. How unfortunate." This caused a few sniggers from the Slytherins.
"Shut up, Ferret face." Hermione snapped. She decided to speak up then.
"Ferret face? Well that's a story a defiantly want to hear" Draco turned, eyes full of hatred. She smirked at him.
"No you wouldn't" He replied, pushing past her.
When everyone was settled, she started.
"Well, it's the first day back at school, do you really want to start work straight away?" There were a few "no's" and people shook their heads. "Good, but I suppose you have a few questions you want answered?" She said looking around the room. A few hands shot up at this, but someone didn't even bother.
"You're an elf" Draco. It was more a statement than a question. Some people looked confused.
"Yes, I am-"
"Mmmm, Elen means star, right? Yeah" Answering his own question. "'Quel amrun Professor Elen saesa omentien lle." He said with a smirk. She couldn't hide her shock, yes she'd taught him Elvish but he spoke it so fluently, she couldn't help but smile.
"Yala amin Christina" He nodded.
"Ahem. Not everyone can speak gibberish" Ron, a little irritated that he didn't know what they were saying.
"It's Elvish, you stupid prat" Draco spat. She shook her head and continued.
"So, ummm, anymore questions?"
"Yeah, how old are you." Hermione asked, waving her hand in the air. "If you don't mind me asking?"
"Seventeen, no older than most of you." At that every male in the room turned their attention to her. She laughed. All lesson she answered their questions, until finally the bell went. (AN: I have no idea how they signal the end of a lesson, so now it's a bell!)
Draco sat there, staring at the girl before the class. She wasn't like any teacher here, besides the fact that she was seventeen and an elf, she never wore robes like the rest of them. She was wearing muggle clothing; a short red and black plaid skirt with chains on either side and a top with a butterfly on the front, also in red and black, both of which showed quite a bit of skin. She had bright violet eyes and raven black hair reaching half way down her back with streaks of blue and purple through it. You could tell this girl liked attention. He sat there drooling over her, like most of the other boys, some of which copping glares from their girlfriends.
AN: Ok that's it for another chapter! Review, flame whatever. I'll try and update as quick as I can.
Translations:
Quel amrun Professor Elen saesa omentien lle: Good morning Professor Star pleasure meeting you.
Yala amin Christina: Call me Christina
(It all sounds SO much better in Elvish)