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Chapter Two: Stunned.
The bright sunlight poured into the room, effectively irritating the hell out of one, Draco Malfoy. He groaned softly and rolled over, pushing his head into his smooth pillow. He stayed in this position for a few moments, before rolling over again. A snow white, slender hand reached out from under the black silk sheets and grabbed the dark wood wand from the table beside the bed. With a casual flick of his wand, the heavy drapes pulled themselves together like magnets, and blocked the sunlight. The room was now bathed in a dim darkness. Draco lie there, not moving, his blond hair all roused and messy, his legs sprawled under the covers, and his long masculine arms resting on either side of his bare torso. Strangely, Draco was thinking of Hermione Granger. Why he did not know. But, she had been in his thoughts for most of the night. He pictured her in his mind. Sure, she had changed from their school days. But hadn't everyone? She did look wiser, and also his conscious slyly informed him, more beautiful. But she had always been beautiful. Even if Draco had never wanted to it admit it to anyone, he still knew it. He wouldn't have slept with her if she hadn't been. Indeed, he knew that was shallow of him, but yet he did not care. After all he was Draco Malfoy and he did have standards to maintain. Ironic his mind threw at him. She was a mudblood. Beneath him in every imaginable way. This did not bother him anymore. He had questioned throughout his teenage years, just why she was beneath him. Yes, she was arguably of muggle parentage, and he was from an ancient pure wizarding line, but yet she had overpowered him in absolutely everything she had ever done. She had always outshone him. So his mind conclused how did that make him better than her? Simple. He wasn't. The sound of someone knocking the door made Draco jump slightly. He had been so divulged in his thoughts it had startled him to leave them so suddenly. "Come In" he heard his voice say. The door handle turned and in entered a small house elf, dressed in a meagre, stained pillowcase. The house elf lowly bowed, so that it's long nose touched the polished wooden floor. Draco gazed at the elf, Ivy, in a sort of pity. "What can Ivy get young sir for breakfast, Sir?" the house elf spoke in a soft yet partially squeaky voice. "Just some toast and jam, please Ivy." The elf looked at Draco, an unreadable emotion within her dull black eyes. "Ivy will be back soon young sir, with sir's breakfast". She vanished with a pop. Draco then pulled himself from his comfortable position, and strode over to his walk-in wardrobe. After showering and dressing, Draco exited his quarters with calculated strides. After a brisk walk to the kitchen, Draco seated himself in the cavernous kitchen. Ivy, then placed his pre-ordered breakfast in front of him, accompanied by a glass of orange juice for him to consume. After gladly eating his breakfast, Draco then left the kitchen for the nearest floo-connected fireplace. He glanced at his sleek silver watch and smiled softly to himself. 8:57am. He'd be just on time for his meeting.
Leo Granger awoke at around 7ish, as most young children do. Bored of being alone, he sprang up from his bed to go wake his sister. As she entered her pink adorned room, he stumbled over a large hardback book of fairytales. He bit his lip and jumped around, determined not to cry as the pain seared in his right toe. He whimpered a bit and glanced down at his injured toe, glad to see no blood. His small whimper however had woken his sister, Libby, who was a particularly light sleeper. She glanced at him blearily and slowly rose from her hollow of bed sheets. When she was standing she walked over to Leo. "You okay?" she asked him concernedly. Leo nodded bravely. Libby then smiled affectionately at him, and grabbed his hand. She interlinked their fingers and gently pulled him out of her bedroom and down the stairs. As they entered the lounge, they were surprised to find their mother sleeping peacefully in a chair. Their hands still linked, both children walked to their mother and shook her so to wake her.
Hermione awoke to her children both smiling down at her like little angels. She smiled at them and stood up. Hermione then smoothed down her clothes and kissed the forehead of each of the twins. "Go watch TV" she told them as she disappeared into the kitchen. An hour later, everyone was ready. Leo and Libby were dressed in their neat school uniform and Hermione in her usual smart but casual combo of clothes. Hermione checked to make sure the twins and she had their lunches, checked to see if Leo and Libby both had their homework sheets, and finally if she had her classes marked assignments with her. She then grabbed the floo pot that was lying inconspicuously on top of the fireplace and asked the twins to enter the fireplace. Holding hands as Hermione had instructed, they obeyed. She then offered the pot of floo powder to the twins, who each grabbed a handful. Hermione than grabbed a handful for herself and replaced the pot, as she entered the large fireplace. She moved her body, so she was standing behind the twins. On her count they all dropped the powder together. "WandsWay Prep School" Hermione said clearly. In a whoosh they all disappeared, leaving the house very much empty.
A whoosh signalled the arrival of someone, in the grand entrance of the private prep school. The handsome wood floor shined with polish, and the rich dark wood panelled walls gleamed with the light pouring in from the large ornate windows. The entrance was busy, with parents dropping of children all dressed in grey and emerald green. Leo and Libby stepped out of the elaborate fireplace adorned with beautiful carvings, followed by a professional looking Hermione. She then reached out and held one of Leo and Libby's hands, as she walked them to their homeroom. She hugged them each goodbye, with the promise of seeing them at break-time. After their goodbyes, Hermione stopped off at her classroom, which was located on the second floor, in the mathematics department, as Hermione taught basic maths too six to eleven year olds. She walked up to her desk, her heels making no noise on the dark red school carpet. She then placed her leather briefcase on the desk, snapped it open and withdraws a mass of papers. One set was of marked assignments, while the other was neatly typed and encased in a clear plastic folder. These were for the head of department meeting (Hermione is head of math), which was scheduled to take place in ten minutes. After setting aside the folder, Hermione than reached for her assignments and placed them inside her desk. Hermione then stood up, smoothed down her clothes, grabbed the folder, and left the classroom, locking it behind her. She turned left, pushed open the dark wood doors, and made her way down the stairs, making a clip-clop noise. When she reached the bottom, she again pushed open another set of doors, walked down the corridor, and suddenly stopped outside Classroom 12. This was one of the history classrooms. She reached up and knocked the door. A muffled voice told her to enter, so she did. The face of a smiling Mr. Reid greeted her. "Hello Mione!" he greeted. "Hey Rob" she replied grinning at him. "Ready for this meeting?" she asked him. "Yea, one sec just got to get my stuff." He reached behind his desk and pulled a folder out, similar to Hermione's. They then exited the classroom together, chatting to each other.
A few moments later, Hermione was seated in the Conference Room, with Rob next to her and the English head, Helen on her right. She was just glancing down at her folder, which contained the figures for her department, and the average scorings, when the sound of the door opening distracted her. She glanced up to see that it was, and was stunned.
A/N: Not to pleased with this chapter, as I think it's extremely boring, although I did try to make it longer… Hope I succeeded. I finished my coursework, handed it all in today. Phew. School is so stressful. Specially the last year, lol, damn GCSEs. Anyways, thank you all for her reviews of the last chapter, they mean so much ). So, hope y'all enjoy this chappie, coz I don't. Read and Review Pwease!!!
Chapter Two: Stunned.
The bright sunlight poured into the room, effectively irritating the hell out of one, Draco Malfoy. He groaned softly and rolled over, pushing his head into his smooth pillow. He stayed in this position for a few moments, before rolling over again. A snow white, slender hand reached out from under the black silk sheets and grabbed the dark wood wand from the table beside the bed. With a casual flick of his wand, the heavy drapes pulled themselves together like magnets, and blocked the sunlight. The room was now bathed in a dim darkness. Draco lie there, not moving, his blond hair all roused and messy, his legs sprawled under the covers, and his long masculine arms resting on either side of his bare torso. Strangely, Draco was thinking of Hermione Granger. Why he did not know. But, she had been in his thoughts for most of the night. He pictured her in his mind. Sure, she had changed from their school days. But hadn't everyone? She did look wiser, and also his conscious slyly informed him, more beautiful. But she had always been beautiful. Even if Draco had never wanted to it admit it to anyone, he still knew it. He wouldn't have slept with her if she hadn't been. Indeed, he knew that was shallow of him, but yet he did not care. After all he was Draco Malfoy and he did have standards to maintain. Ironic his mind threw at him. She was a mudblood. Beneath him in every imaginable way. This did not bother him anymore. He had questioned throughout his teenage years, just why she was beneath him. Yes, she was arguably of muggle parentage, and he was from an ancient pure wizarding line, but yet she had overpowered him in absolutely everything she had ever done. She had always outshone him. So his mind conclused how did that make him better than her? Simple. He wasn't. The sound of someone knocking the door made Draco jump slightly. He had been so divulged in his thoughts it had startled him to leave them so suddenly. "Come In" he heard his voice say. The door handle turned and in entered a small house elf, dressed in a meagre, stained pillowcase. The house elf lowly bowed, so that it's long nose touched the polished wooden floor. Draco gazed at the elf, Ivy, in a sort of pity. "What can Ivy get young sir for breakfast, Sir?" the house elf spoke in a soft yet partially squeaky voice. "Just some toast and jam, please Ivy." The elf looked at Draco, an unreadable emotion within her dull black eyes. "Ivy will be back soon young sir, with sir's breakfast". She vanished with a pop. Draco then pulled himself from his comfortable position, and strode over to his walk-in wardrobe. After showering and dressing, Draco exited his quarters with calculated strides. After a brisk walk to the kitchen, Draco seated himself in the cavernous kitchen. Ivy, then placed his pre-ordered breakfast in front of him, accompanied by a glass of orange juice for him to consume. After gladly eating his breakfast, Draco then left the kitchen for the nearest floo-connected fireplace. He glanced at his sleek silver watch and smiled softly to himself. 8:57am. He'd be just on time for his meeting.
Leo Granger awoke at around 7ish, as most young children do. Bored of being alone, he sprang up from his bed to go wake his sister. As she entered her pink adorned room, he stumbled over a large hardback book of fairytales. He bit his lip and jumped around, determined not to cry as the pain seared in his right toe. He whimpered a bit and glanced down at his injured toe, glad to see no blood. His small whimper however had woken his sister, Libby, who was a particularly light sleeper. She glanced at him blearily and slowly rose from her hollow of bed sheets. When she was standing she walked over to Leo. "You okay?" she asked him concernedly. Leo nodded bravely. Libby then smiled affectionately at him, and grabbed his hand. She interlinked their fingers and gently pulled him out of her bedroom and down the stairs. As they entered the lounge, they were surprised to find their mother sleeping peacefully in a chair. Their hands still linked, both children walked to their mother and shook her so to wake her.
Hermione awoke to her children both smiling down at her like little angels. She smiled at them and stood up. Hermione then smoothed down her clothes and kissed the forehead of each of the twins. "Go watch TV" she told them as she disappeared into the kitchen. An hour later, everyone was ready. Leo and Libby were dressed in their neat school uniform and Hermione in her usual smart but casual combo of clothes. Hermione checked to make sure the twins and she had their lunches, checked to see if Leo and Libby both had their homework sheets, and finally if she had her classes marked assignments with her. She then grabbed the floo pot that was lying inconspicuously on top of the fireplace and asked the twins to enter the fireplace. Holding hands as Hermione had instructed, they obeyed. She then offered the pot of floo powder to the twins, who each grabbed a handful. Hermione than grabbed a handful for herself and replaced the pot, as she entered the large fireplace. She moved her body, so she was standing behind the twins. On her count they all dropped the powder together. "WandsWay Prep School" Hermione said clearly. In a whoosh they all disappeared, leaving the house very much empty.
A whoosh signalled the arrival of someone, in the grand entrance of the private prep school. The handsome wood floor shined with polish, and the rich dark wood panelled walls gleamed with the light pouring in from the large ornate windows. The entrance was busy, with parents dropping of children all dressed in grey and emerald green. Leo and Libby stepped out of the elaborate fireplace adorned with beautiful carvings, followed by a professional looking Hermione. She then reached out and held one of Leo and Libby's hands, as she walked them to their homeroom. She hugged them each goodbye, with the promise of seeing them at break-time. After their goodbyes, Hermione stopped off at her classroom, which was located on the second floor, in the mathematics department, as Hermione taught basic maths too six to eleven year olds. She walked up to her desk, her heels making no noise on the dark red school carpet. She then placed her leather briefcase on the desk, snapped it open and withdraws a mass of papers. One set was of marked assignments, while the other was neatly typed and encased in a clear plastic folder. These were for the head of department meeting (Hermione is head of math), which was scheduled to take place in ten minutes. After setting aside the folder, Hermione than reached for her assignments and placed them inside her desk. Hermione then stood up, smoothed down her clothes, grabbed the folder, and left the classroom, locking it behind her. She turned left, pushed open the dark wood doors, and made her way down the stairs, making a clip-clop noise. When she reached the bottom, she again pushed open another set of doors, walked down the corridor, and suddenly stopped outside Classroom 12. This was one of the history classrooms. She reached up and knocked the door. A muffled voice told her to enter, so she did. The face of a smiling Mr. Reid greeted her. "Hello Mione!" he greeted. "Hey Rob" she replied grinning at him. "Ready for this meeting?" she asked him. "Yea, one sec just got to get my stuff." He reached behind his desk and pulled a folder out, similar to Hermione's. They then exited the classroom together, chatting to each other.
A few moments later, Hermione was seated in the Conference Room, with Rob next to her and the English head, Helen on her right. She was just glancing down at her folder, which contained the figures for her department, and the average scorings, when the sound of the door opening distracted her. She glanced up to see that it was, and was stunned.
A/N: Not to pleased with this chapter, as I think it's extremely boring, although I did try to make it longer… Hope I succeeded. I finished my coursework, handed it all in today. Phew. School is so stressful. Specially the last year, lol, damn GCSEs. Anyways, thank you all for her reviews of the last chapter, they mean so much ). So, hope y'all enjoy this chappie, coz I don't. Read and Review Pwease!!!