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Since a lot of people mentioned the "Goodnight my..." thing, I really need to give credit to the novel it came from: Jane Eyre. Also, since a couple of my friends asked, they are in their 6th year.
*** Previously on Sphinx: A few hours past, and Hermione couldn't get to sleep. She felt Draco get out of bed to go to the bathroom. He must have thought she was asleep, because when he came back he leaned over towards her. She laid a still as she could.
"Hermione" he whispered, "I know you can't here me, but I want you to know that I am her if you need me. You don't always have to go running to Potter and his sidekick. I know that I have been a real ass in the past, but can we start over. Goodnight, my..."
Draco bit his lip, then rolled over to go back to sleep, leaving Hermione, her eyes still full.
****
"I regret to inform you," said McGonagall one solemn morning. Hermione was sitting at the Gryffindor table with Malfoy at Slytherin. McGonagall decided that it would be better if Hermione would be with her friends and Draco with his for the official announcement. Hermione sat in between Ron and Harry who were both hanging on McGonagall's every word. They had noticed the absence of Dumbledore at the head table.
"Your Headmaster is dead."
Chaos reigned over the Great Hall.
"What do you mean he's dead?" shouted Fred Weasley over the noise. "He can't be dead. What will happen to Hogwarts?"
"Please sit down Mr. Weasley," said McGonagall as she took control of the hall. "Professor Dumbledore died from one of the paintings in his room. It fell on him during the night. By the time one of us found him, it was too late to even have any possibility of saving him. As for what will happen to Hogwarts, it will not collapse. The Ministry is already looking for a new Headmaster. But, since we do not have one at the moment, I will be taking his place. Professor DeLacour will no longer be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor; she will take my place in Transfiguration and Head of Gryffindor House. We already have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She was going to be taking the place of Madame Hooch for Quidditch next year, and she has kindly offered to take on the roles of both. She should be here any minute now."
As if summoned by McGonagall's words, the doors to the Great Hall burst open.
"Ah," McGonagall continued. "Here she is now. Students, will you please assist me in welcoming your new professor? Might I present, Professor Isadora Malfoy."
Loud applause was heard from the Slytherin table. There was some polite clapping from the girls of the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor tables, but the boys gave her a standing ovation along with the Slytherins. Hermione could easily see why. This woman was obviously a veela, or at least a half blood. Her silver hair hung to her waist and she was clad in form fitting, blood red velvet robes that were embroidered at the hemline. Hermione rolled her eyes. After a few more announcements from McGonagall, the trio went back to their breakfast.
"Wow," said Ron as soon as the food had appeared on the table. "Who would have thought that the little sniveling rat could be related to her?"
Ginny sniggered, "No mystery where he gets his good looks."
"Ginny, I can't believe you just said that. Dang, my own sister." Ron shook his head and went back to buttering his scone.
"Aw, cheer up, Ron. Maybe someone will have a fan club for you one day."
Harry blushed a deep red. Already at Hogwarts there was a fan club for him, Draco Malfoy, and Oliver Wood (even though he had left Hogwarts it was still in effect) among the girls. Hermione laughed at the two of them.
"I don't know why they employed her though," Hermione began. "Fleur is already a distraction, and only her grandmother was a veela. Professor Malfoy looks like she is a pureblood, or at least a half."
Ginny looked at Hermione and shrugged. "Maybe McGonagall couldn't find anyone in time. Hogwarts could operate without a headmaster, but without a DADA teacher, I don't know."
"Well," said Hermione. "I guess we will have to see how good of a teacher she is."
The two girls nodded and went back to their breakfast.
**** "Well, Isadora, it looks like you are going to be a real favorite around here. At least with the boys," said McGonagall from the Head Table.
"I only hope that I won't be too much of a distraction," Isadora Malfoy answered. "I want them to be able to focus on their lessons. I am going to be teaching them things that they will need to know very soon. I have told you what Xyla has told you."
"Yes, you have."
"Lord Voldemort has not had time to make contact with the giants or the dementors under the Ministry's nose. He plans for the attack on Hogwarts to be swift and a surprise. Xyla has put herself in a very difficult situation by giving us this information. He has gathered veelas instead. We are easy to find and catch. We also come willingly. I swear, with the promise of attractive men or boys, we follow like he is the Pied Piper. During battle they will turn on their full charm, drawing the men to them and making them vulnerable. The Death Eaters have new tactics for battle."
McGonagall listened intently. She hadn't heard this piece of information yet.
"They plan on using hand to hand combat instead of wands. They know that you and Professor Snape are on the verge of discovering a shield for Avanda Kevandra. They are going to use poisoned swords. It will be like the old days of England."
"I just wish that we could send the students home so that they wouldn't have to face this."
"So do I, Minerva, but Voldemort has this place watched. Any movement would make him strike."
McGonagall nodded.
"So tomorrow I will have the whole day to instruct them on veelas and how to protect themselves. The sands of Hogwarts are running out. We need to prepare them. Tell them too. My cousin and his young servant probably have suspicions, and I don't think they will keep them to themselves. Also, fencing isn't a Hogwarts class, so that will arouse suspicion."
"We shall tell them tomorrow at breakfast, right before your lesson."
"It is not going to be an easy lesson to teach. With your permission, might I have the help from Fleur?"
"Of course. I think that she will be honored."
"What about my cousin?"
"You may use him if he complies, but it is his own decision. Now that many have seen who you are and heard your name, I think that they have put two and two together to guess what you two are."
"Well I am a pureblooded veela, and he is only a quarter, on his mother's side. The hair tends to give it away though."
McGonagall smiled. "Thank you so much for assisting us."
"It is my pleasure to do so."
**** Draco Malfoy had nearly laughed aloud at McGonagall's cover-up. A picture fell on him? Dumbledore had a knife stuck into him. He didn't see why she didn't just tell the truth. The main surprise had come when he found that Isadora was going to be teaching here. Draco had worked his ass off trying to make sure people didn't know he was part veela. Well, it is no secret now. The only person that had known was Pansy, but that was because his and her mothers were very good friends.
"Well," Pansy said to Draco. "At least that old bag is out of our way. Soon our Lord will be able to take over." "Shut up, Pansy," he said.
"What? Are you saying that you don't want to be a Death Eater?"
"No, you just have to be quiet about the Lord. Not all Slytherins support him, even though most do."
She turned away from him and began talking to Blaise Zambini.
Draco ran a hand through his platinum locks. Well, since everyone probably knows that he is somewhat veela, might as well be proud of it.
**** After breakfast, Ginny and Hermione went up to the Gryffindor tower. Malfoy had given her the afternoon off, so she decided to spend it with Ginny.
"So," said Ginny, "what is he like? Have you done anything? What does he wear to bed? Where do you sleep? Is he mean? His fan club needs to know!"
Ginny was a proud member of the Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and Oliver Wood fan clubs.
"Whoa, Gin," said Hermione, "One question at a time. What is he like? Well, he can be very civil and nice when we are alone, but outside, he can be a complete asshole. He wears his boxers to be. I think they are green and black. I sleep in his bed and he is only mean to me around the other Slytherins."
"You forgot one of the questions."
"What?"
"Have you two done anything?"
Hermione had avoided this question on purpose.
"Why would we?"
"Well, come on, Hermione. It has been a week and two days. You have both been sleeping in the same bed. Wouldn't you think those hormones would be kickin' in?"
"I don't know."
"You're avoiding the question."
"Maybe I don't want to answer it."
Ginny shrugged. "Okay, but I'm here when you want to talk." **** Woohoo! We have Veelas in the picture!
~dragonfires
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Since a lot of people mentioned the "Goodnight my..." thing, I really need to give credit to the novel it came from: Jane Eyre. Also, since a couple of my friends asked, they are in their 6th year.
*** Previously on Sphinx: A few hours past, and Hermione couldn't get to sleep. She felt Draco get out of bed to go to the bathroom. He must have thought she was asleep, because when he came back he leaned over towards her. She laid a still as she could.
"Hermione" he whispered, "I know you can't here me, but I want you to know that I am her if you need me. You don't always have to go running to Potter and his sidekick. I know that I have been a real ass in the past, but can we start over. Goodnight, my..."
Draco bit his lip, then rolled over to go back to sleep, leaving Hermione, her eyes still full.
****
"I regret to inform you," said McGonagall one solemn morning. Hermione was sitting at the Gryffindor table with Malfoy at Slytherin. McGonagall decided that it would be better if Hermione would be with her friends and Draco with his for the official announcement. Hermione sat in between Ron and Harry who were both hanging on McGonagall's every word. They had noticed the absence of Dumbledore at the head table.
"Your Headmaster is dead."
Chaos reigned over the Great Hall.
"What do you mean he's dead?" shouted Fred Weasley over the noise. "He can't be dead. What will happen to Hogwarts?"
"Please sit down Mr. Weasley," said McGonagall as she took control of the hall. "Professor Dumbledore died from one of the paintings in his room. It fell on him during the night. By the time one of us found him, it was too late to even have any possibility of saving him. As for what will happen to Hogwarts, it will not collapse. The Ministry is already looking for a new Headmaster. But, since we do not have one at the moment, I will be taking his place. Professor DeLacour will no longer be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor; she will take my place in Transfiguration and Head of Gryffindor House. We already have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She was going to be taking the place of Madame Hooch for Quidditch next year, and she has kindly offered to take on the roles of both. She should be here any minute now."
As if summoned by McGonagall's words, the doors to the Great Hall burst open.
"Ah," McGonagall continued. "Here she is now. Students, will you please assist me in welcoming your new professor? Might I present, Professor Isadora Malfoy."
Loud applause was heard from the Slytherin table. There was some polite clapping from the girls of the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor tables, but the boys gave her a standing ovation along with the Slytherins. Hermione could easily see why. This woman was obviously a veela, or at least a half blood. Her silver hair hung to her waist and she was clad in form fitting, blood red velvet robes that were embroidered at the hemline. Hermione rolled her eyes. After a few more announcements from McGonagall, the trio went back to their breakfast.
"Wow," said Ron as soon as the food had appeared on the table. "Who would have thought that the little sniveling rat could be related to her?"
Ginny sniggered, "No mystery where he gets his good looks."
"Ginny, I can't believe you just said that. Dang, my own sister." Ron shook his head and went back to buttering his scone.
"Aw, cheer up, Ron. Maybe someone will have a fan club for you one day."
Harry blushed a deep red. Already at Hogwarts there was a fan club for him, Draco Malfoy, and Oliver Wood (even though he had left Hogwarts it was still in effect) among the girls. Hermione laughed at the two of them.
"I don't know why they employed her though," Hermione began. "Fleur is already a distraction, and only her grandmother was a veela. Professor Malfoy looks like she is a pureblood, or at least a half."
Ginny looked at Hermione and shrugged. "Maybe McGonagall couldn't find anyone in time. Hogwarts could operate without a headmaster, but without a DADA teacher, I don't know."
"Well," said Hermione. "I guess we will have to see how good of a teacher she is."
The two girls nodded and went back to their breakfast.
**** "Well, Isadora, it looks like you are going to be a real favorite around here. At least with the boys," said McGonagall from the Head Table.
"I only hope that I won't be too much of a distraction," Isadora Malfoy answered. "I want them to be able to focus on their lessons. I am going to be teaching them things that they will need to know very soon. I have told you what Xyla has told you."
"Yes, you have."
"Lord Voldemort has not had time to make contact with the giants or the dementors under the Ministry's nose. He plans for the attack on Hogwarts to be swift and a surprise. Xyla has put herself in a very difficult situation by giving us this information. He has gathered veelas instead. We are easy to find and catch. We also come willingly. I swear, with the promise of attractive men or boys, we follow like he is the Pied Piper. During battle they will turn on their full charm, drawing the men to them and making them vulnerable. The Death Eaters have new tactics for battle."
McGonagall listened intently. She hadn't heard this piece of information yet.
"They plan on using hand to hand combat instead of wands. They know that you and Professor Snape are on the verge of discovering a shield for Avanda Kevandra. They are going to use poisoned swords. It will be like the old days of England."
"I just wish that we could send the students home so that they wouldn't have to face this."
"So do I, Minerva, but Voldemort has this place watched. Any movement would make him strike."
McGonagall nodded.
"So tomorrow I will have the whole day to instruct them on veelas and how to protect themselves. The sands of Hogwarts are running out. We need to prepare them. Tell them too. My cousin and his young servant probably have suspicions, and I don't think they will keep them to themselves. Also, fencing isn't a Hogwarts class, so that will arouse suspicion."
"We shall tell them tomorrow at breakfast, right before your lesson."
"It is not going to be an easy lesson to teach. With your permission, might I have the help from Fleur?"
"Of course. I think that she will be honored."
"What about my cousin?"
"You may use him if he complies, but it is his own decision. Now that many have seen who you are and heard your name, I think that they have put two and two together to guess what you two are."
"Well I am a pureblooded veela, and he is only a quarter, on his mother's side. The hair tends to give it away though."
McGonagall smiled. "Thank you so much for assisting us."
"It is my pleasure to do so."
**** Draco Malfoy had nearly laughed aloud at McGonagall's cover-up. A picture fell on him? Dumbledore had a knife stuck into him. He didn't see why she didn't just tell the truth. The main surprise had come when he found that Isadora was going to be teaching here. Draco had worked his ass off trying to make sure people didn't know he was part veela. Well, it is no secret now. The only person that had known was Pansy, but that was because his and her mothers were very good friends.
"Well," Pansy said to Draco. "At least that old bag is out of our way. Soon our Lord will be able to take over." "Shut up, Pansy," he said.
"What? Are you saying that you don't want to be a Death Eater?"
"No, you just have to be quiet about the Lord. Not all Slytherins support him, even though most do."
She turned away from him and began talking to Blaise Zambini.
Draco ran a hand through his platinum locks. Well, since everyone probably knows that he is somewhat veela, might as well be proud of it.
**** After breakfast, Ginny and Hermione went up to the Gryffindor tower. Malfoy had given her the afternoon off, so she decided to spend it with Ginny.
"So," said Ginny, "what is he like? Have you done anything? What does he wear to bed? Where do you sleep? Is he mean? His fan club needs to know!"
Ginny was a proud member of the Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and Oliver Wood fan clubs.
"Whoa, Gin," said Hermione, "One question at a time. What is he like? Well, he can be very civil and nice when we are alone, but outside, he can be a complete asshole. He wears his boxers to be. I think they are green and black. I sleep in his bed and he is only mean to me around the other Slytherins."
"You forgot one of the questions."
"What?"
"Have you two done anything?"
Hermione had avoided this question on purpose.
"Why would we?"
"Well, come on, Hermione. It has been a week and two days. You have both been sleeping in the same bed. Wouldn't you think those hormones would be kickin' in?"
"I don't know."
"You're avoiding the question."
"Maybe I don't want to answer it."
Ginny shrugged. "Okay, but I'm here when you want to talk." **** Woohoo! We have Veelas in the picture!
~dragonfires