Chapter 3 –A Teacher Down Already
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Bhekie – nah you're not reading to much into it for this one I did think of the name because of that.
RainPoet – Harry may not say girls can't play playstation but James may say things like that as he is only 11 and doesn't know how great us girls are at it. And as Harry had a muggle upbringing for a while he could have liked that stuff now he's away from Dudley and had the chance to have a go (but good points all the same, I just kinda put it in as a story filler around the actual info to be honest). And don't worry he'll be in it soon I just need to put in his reason for being there and so on. Oh and yes you will find out who Draco was married to sometime in the story.
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The feast ended and the students and teachers went to their beds to get a good nights rest before classes the next morning. Hermione however did not feel in the mood to sleep so instead she hurried along the corridors to the Gryffindor common room to pay a visit on her Godson. She got to the fat lady who was on the verge of sleeping but Hermione tapped on the frame a few times snapping her back to reality.
"Password?" she yawned throwing her dirty looks, obviously not happy to be awoken in such a rude manner.
"Pumpkin juice." Hermione said while smiling sweetly. The fat lady muttered something Hermione couldn't quite make out, as she swung open to reveal the passageway to the Gryffindor tower. She walked through and into the noisy common room. It immediately fell silent when she was noticed which made her laugh.
"Don't worry guys I'm just here to see a friend of mine please carry on with whatever you were doing." Hermione called and looked around for James. She couldn't see him but she spotted Lee and went over to talk to him.
"Well, well, well Mr Weasly what may I ask are you up to?" she boomed from behind him, making him jump about a foot in the air. She laughed as he turned around and he face visibly relaxed when he saw who it was.
"God Hermione I thought you were McGonagall back for more detentions or something! So how are you Professor?"
"I'm good thanks Lee, it's very good to be back you're in fourth year now? I'll have fun teaching you're class. How's you're Dad?"
"He's ok thanks, he working hard on a report for Mr Fudge."
"Is that who Uncle Percy is sucking up to now then?" came a voice from behind them and James came into view from the boy's dormitory stairs.
"He does not suck up!" Lee snapped.
"Well he used to I've heard all the stories from mum and dad. Even Grandma said he did. Tell him Hermione!" James whined.
"I'll do no such thing, I don't think it wise to get into the bad books of any person with Weasly blood running through them. They know some pretty good hexes to cast when they don't go wrong." Hermione chuckled thinking of various times with Fred, George and Ron, sometimes even Ginny, when they got mad and ended up hexing someone, usually Malfoy.
Hermione hung out in the common room for a little while longer having fun with James and Lee and getting to know Leon Malfoy. Him and James had apparently already made friends with each other on the train. When it got late Hermione sent them all to bed and walked back down the corridor to her own room. She made sure she had everything ready for the next day before going to sleep.
The next morning Hermione woke early, before the alarm. And for once she didn't feel completely distraught about going to work, nervous, jittery and just slightly like she was going to throw up, but not distraught. She put the books she hadn't already moved into her classroom and would need that day into her bag before getting into the shower and getting dressed for breakfast. She put on a skintight pair of dark blue jeans and a low cut pale pink v-neck sweater with three quarter length sleeves and pulled a pair of plain black robes over the top. She preferred to wear muggle clothes, but thought it a good idea to set a good impression on the first day. After eating very little breakfast she made her way down the corridor to her classroom. She had the fifth years as her first lesson. Which would be great, as she would have to drill into them the importance of the exams they would take at the end of the year into them and she remembered how much everyone had hated it and how much stress they had had when they had to do exams in their fifth year. She gets out the books she will need and piles them on her desk next to the lesson plan and her added notes. She places the others on a shelf before flicking her wand at a piece of chalk the zooms across and starts writing the work on the board. As she watched the chalk the class off fifteen year olds trooped in and sat at their desk chatting away about their summers.
Hermione waited 'til they were all seated before standing at the front of the class. The class fell silent, or as silent as a class can get.
"Good morning class. I hope you all had a good summer and are back and willing to learn. I'm Professor Granger I'm taking over from Professor McGonagall who retired last year after a long, long time teaching. But you don't want to hear about that you want to get on with learning. As I am new I'm pretty clueless to what your ability levels are so for the first part of the lesson I want you to answer the question on the board. This is just for me so I know what levels you're all on this won't effect your grade in anyway." All the class groaned at the prospect of a test as they got out their quills and parchment and made to put away their wands. "Oh no! You'll need your wands soon I promise and the quicker you do this the quicker you do this lot the quicker you'll be able to do something else." The class took quickly to writing and quiet took over the room, apart from the occasional whisper to the person next to them to find the answer to the question they were on.
Hermione surveyed the room with interest it was practically identical to the way it had been when she had been a student. The Slytherins sat at the back casting dark disapproving glances at the Gryffindors who were all eagerly scribbling down their answers. Hermione gaze fell on one student. A Slytherin, he was sat at the very back with a steely expression on his face. He had not put quill to parchment and made no move to do so. In fact he just starred back at Hermione with sheer indifference, arms folded across his chest.
"So what excuse have you to not do the work I set you?" she shot at him. Some of the class stopped to look round, they knew the boy never did anything, especially for new teachers.
"Oh that's Bedorven Miss he's never does anything." A Gryffindor called from across the room. Hermione went over and picked up the class list she looked down it until she found the name 'Bedorven, Michael.'
"So Michael is it? Well? I asked a question I want an answer." Hermione stood in front of his desk arms folded expectantly. Michael remained silent. Hermione stooped down to his level so she could look him in the eye. He held her glare.
"Listen, you may a Slytherin meaning you can't like any other lesson than potions but I'm assuming you want to do something with your life and as exams are coming up this year I suggest you at least try a little." She spoke slowly to make her point clear before standing up and walking back to the front of the class. "That goes for all of you, I want each and everyone of you to do well and I will try my best to get you through these exams in one piece and hopefully getting no less than As Os if your lucky, but that does mean a little effort from you. I know I get paid to be here but I had to do all this before I did and unless you want to have a really bad job I do suggest that you do something." Hermione felt bad about what she had said to Michael she hadn't meant to pick on him just because he was in Slytherin. But her words had worked as most of the class now buckled down if they hadn't been doing so before. And Hermione turned her attention back to Michael who glared back but after a minute or two pick up his pen and started to write.
"Wow Miss you got Mike to work! You must be bloody good at teaching!" a Slytherin commented.
"Thank you Mr Smith but please watch the language." Hermione smiled feeling happy that she had accomplished something on her first day.
About fifteen minutes later the class finished their written work and Hermione collected in the papers to mark later. She then got out her wand and looked up at the class "Well you've pretty much covered all the things you'll need in your exams in previous years so I'll just be going over and reminding you of the basics and then we can have some fun." She smiled. "Ok well I think by now we can all turn a rat into a cup and a hedgehog into a pin cushion. But who can come up here and show us all." The class laughed at how easy it seemed and everyone put up their hand. Hermione pick someone, a girl in Gryffindor who came up to the front. She waved her wand and said the spell but the mouse transformed into a rather furry cup and the handle still flicked about like a tail.
"See it's not so easy is it? You need to go right back to basics. Can anyone tell me what Miss Parker did wrong?"
A sea of hands went up. "She didn't wave her wand properly!" someone called
"Very good. See in an exam they'll mark you on that too, even if you get lucky and it works all right if you don't hold your wand, wave it and pronounce the words properly they'll take off marks."
The class spent the rest of the lesson going back and practising all the wand movements in pairs as Hermione went round checking they were doing it all properly. The bell went and the class got up to go.
"Mr Bedorven could I have a word with you please, the rest of you may go." Hermione called over the racket. She waited until all the class had gone before looking up at Michael, who was still sat at his desk.
"Go on then Professor, let me have it about how I'm a complete waste of space and I should be kicked out of your class. I've heard it from everyone else so I can't say it does much to change me." He hissed in a voice barely more than a whisper. This took Hermione by surprise, she had thought he had just not cared what people thought but she realised looking down at the boy that he was just scared to put himself out, as that would leave him vulnerable and open for an attack.
"No Michael, I was going to say sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did about you just because you're in Slytherin, I'm afraid I may still hold a grudge or two from when I was at school and also I misjudged you completely, you're a bright young wizard Mike you just need to believe that too." She looked down at him and he looked up, she could see the pain in his eyes but she didn't know why it was there and she wanted to. He broke out of her gaze feeling uncomfortable, everyone always put him down and he had built his barriers to try and block it out, he didn't know how to deal with praise.
"I better go Miss, don't want to be late for my next lesson." He said getting up.
"Oh wait a moment then I'll write you a note so you don't get into trouble for something that was my fault. What lesson have you got now?"
"Herbology."
"Ah Professor Longbottom's a good friend of mine he won't mind a bit if you're a few minutes late." She said as she scribbled down a quick note to Neville before handing it to him with a smile.
"Goodbye Michael." She called behind him. Again he was struck dumb, he didn't know how to take kindness either.
"Goodbye Professor." He whispered as he walked down the corridor.
Hermione spent the rest of the day teaching and finally it was the last lesson and she had it free. She took off her robes and put a coat on over her normal clothes before heading down to the Quidditch pitch where a lesson was going on. She sat in the stands watching the class practise. It was the third year class she had had before lunch. One of the girls spotted her and flew over.
"Professor come and join in!" she called. Hermione laughed and shook her head. Since her first year she had improved on flying and didn't mind it but she was still completely hopeless at Quidditch so she told the class so, as they had now all join the girl to try to convince her to join in.
"Anyway I don't think Madame Hooch is happy with you leaving your lesson go on I'll watch." She called back to them and they all turned and went back to the lesson.
Near the end they got into a game and Hermione had fun cheering them all on. But suddenly the great lesson turned very bad. One boy, quite large for his age, was playing beater and was thrilled when the bludger finally zoomed towards him. He whacked it with all the strength he muster making in hurtle off to the other end of the pitch where Madame Hooch was giving another student a warning for committing another foul. It hit her square in the back making her fall from her broom onto the fairly hard ground below. Hermione gasped as she witnessed this and ran on to the pitch to help. She bent down over the teacher; she was unconscious but still breathing, thank god, although she did seem to have an awful lot of broken bones. Hermione send a student to go and fetch Madame Pomfrey.
Madame Hooch was taken by a stretcher up to the hospital wing to be seen to. She woke up three days later.
The morning after she woke up Dumbledore made an announcement at breakfast.
"Well students I'm sure you all know what happened to Madame Hooch by now and I'm afraid to say that she had decided to give up teaching as she says she is very tired of getting hit round the head with a bludger." At this the boy who had done it blushed deep crimson while the people around him giggled. "This also means that we are without a Quidditch teacher so the lessons will be cancelled until we find a new one." This was met by a loud groan from all the students "But at least you will all have a free lesson to catch up on that homework!" Dumbledore smiled widely while everyone groaned again.
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