Disclaimer: I don't believe I put one on yet, but here it is. Anything that sounds remotely familiar is probably not mine. I own the plot and some original characters and maybe some more. Anything you have NOT read in the Potter books are probably not mine, with that Heres the story:
Chapter One:
Hermione threw her book at Ron, who was now mentioning that he didn't believe anyone with brains would accept the Defense job for what seemed like millionth time.
"Ron you should know by now someone had to take the job!" She yelled at him.
She had read the same line in her book nearly eight times and once she thought she would be able to go on, he began again and now, however, she didn't even have her book. Hermione now sat glaring at her firey red headed friend.
"This I know, 'Mione!" He threw back to her excitedly, "I am just saying it must be some daft nutter who took the job because after Umbridge, Bill told me, no one had accepted until it was almost too late to get one. No one wanted it, so I can't wait to see who was mad enough to do so." Ron laughed as he pulled a jelly slug from his pack.
"And I would have thought you'd be sick of the sight of anything jelly, let alone jelly slugs after what happened to you during second year." Hermione pointed out with a grin. Ron just shrugged his shoulders and popped it in his mouth and in one gulp it was gone to face the acidy pit most called a stomach. "You'll eat anything that doesn't say: "don't eat me!" on it."
Ron shook his head, "No, I would probably eat that too." He chuckled at the horrified look on Hermione's face. "I'm only playing with you 'Mione. Don't take things so seriously all the time. You'll drive yourself into an early grave."
"Why don't you keep with that, mudblood, I would much appreciate if you did drive your dirty blood into the ground." Malfoy had pushed open the door to their compartment and smirked openly at his seemingly sly comment.
"As much as I would give anything to do what you want," She stated sarcastically, "I have better things to do with my time than to listen to teasing words you've used for the past 6 years. Care to come up with something new?"
Ron stood up and pushed Malfoy out of their compartment and shut the door, making sure it was locked before he sat back down. "Why didn't he go to Durmstrang when it was offered to him?" Ron shrugged then looked at Harry. "What's up, mate?"
Harry shook his head and watched the trees go by from outside the window. Ron turned back to Hermione, "He wont talk."
"I got that Ron. I think we should just leave him for a bit." And so the three sat in silence, even if it was uncomfortable for them. The country-side of England came and went and they were now passing over the bridge that would bring them into Scotland. Ron looked down at the River below and swallowed. It had begun to rain only minutes before they had reached the bridge so the river was barely audible from his seat in the train.
"Ron?" He turned around to come face to face with Hermione, who was sitting rather close to him.
"What?" He answered back in a nervous higher pitched voice than he normally did. Hermione smiled.
"We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes, Harry's just gone to dress and I am going now so feel free to change when I leave." Ron nodded to her and watched her leave. He stood up quickly to get his uniform. He dressed and was sitting back down again when Harry came back inside.
"Hey, mate." Harry said as he pushed Crookshanks from his side of the seat. The fluff ball glared at Harry, or at least that's what he thought it was doing.
"Harry are you sure you-" Ron, however, was cut off by Hermione as she stormed in and slammed the door.
"I cannot stand him!" She yelled before sitting down with a huff.
"What did he do now?" Ron asked.
"Oh nothing." She growled out as she grabbed her bag. "We have to go, we're here." Before either of the two boys could say anything to her she had left the compartment and was heading down the isle, ushering scared little first years out of the train as it came to a halt. Ron looked at Harry and just shrugged before he left as well. The three of them met again outside the train, and after saying their "hullos" to Hagrid they found a carriage to themselves.
"Hermione what did you do over summer?" Ron asked, cutting through the silence.
"I already said what I did. On the train remember?" She answered, looking a bit confused at why he would ask.
"Yeah, sorry."
"Oh," She said, now realizing what Ron was getting at, "But I will tell you about a really good book I finished." Ron laughed, but silently thanked her for talking. He didn't like the silence one bit and he figured that was because he never got much of it at home, seven kids in a house at one point in time was very hectic and the fact that Fred and George were still there didn't help with the situation much either. The carriages soon came to a halt and each of the students filed out into the darkness. The trio, being at the front of the mob of students, led them all to the front doors of Hogwarts, the place they missed all too much.
"Hermione how come no one is getting wet?" Ron asked curiously. Hermione stared at him with a slightly amused, yet, confused look.
"Ron, why would anyone be getting wet?"
"Where's Peeves?" Hermione looked around and then back to Ron. "I… I don't know."
"'Mione, Ron!" Harry said rather loudly, "You are holding up the line and we are hungry." He then smiled and pushed the two to start walking.
Once all the students had been seated Ron began to whine due to the fact he was hungry. "When are the bloody first years coming, I'm hungry!" He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.
"Ronald you are acting like a three year old so stop it. You were a first year once."
"Yes, and Hermione, I thought we were annoying then too."
"Oh, just stop your whining!" she muttered with a frown.
"Yes, mum."
"That is so old."
"Both of you stop!" Harry yelled. He had to deal with their bickering for far too long now, and he was sick of it. Just then the Great Hall doors opened and the crowd of frightened and anxious looking first years piled in.
"Finally." Ron muttered. Everyone watched as the sorting hat sang a new song and the first years began to be called off. In particular there was a scrawny little boy with mousy hair. "Must be another Creevey," seemed to be the thought that ran through the heads of everyone that knew Dennis and/or Colin. Sure enough when the names were called off it turned about to be David Creevey. They youngest, Colin told them.
Professor McGonagall had sat down before Dumbledore stood up with raised arms as if to ask for silence. "Another year started and new batch of students to mold. I would like to assure you that this year will go much smoother than the last and you will all have opportunities that you haven't had before. For the first years who haven't heard: the Forbidden forest is off limits to all students. "Now for the news you have all been waiting for, I would like to introduce the years new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." He then paused just as the Great Hall doors opened again. This time a small figure in black cloaks stepped in and walked to the front of the hall.
"A dementor?" Ron questioned. Hermione nearly choked on her drink when the words slipped from his lips.
"Ron, don't be daft." was all she could manage to get out.
The both of them turned back to the head table as the small figure stood there looking out at all the students. Before long it reached up and pulled the hood down. Ron's eyes widened, "I know that girl!"
"Ron, how would you her?"
"She's friends with Bill. I met her a long time ago." Hermione jumped when a clatter of metal was heard from the Slytherin table. At first everyone thought it must be Crabbe or Goyle, but when they looked up, Malfoy was out of his seat glaring at the girl in black robes.
"You have got to be bloody joking!" He pointed up at her. "There is no way in hell they would hire someone like you to teach us."
"Oh, well, it's nice to see you again as well Draco." She smiled sweetly.
"No... No, this cannot be happening." Draco shook his head then glared back up at her, "What are you trying to do, kill me?"
"I can assure you Mr. Malfoy, that no one is trying to kill you." Dumbledore answered.
"I can't be so sure about that." Ron whispered to Harry, who just smiled slightly.
"I will not have her teaching here. Father will be hearing about this, he should have done away with you when he'd had the chance." Draco stepped back from the table. Harry at this point was getting annoyed and looked at Malfoy.
"Oh does little Malfoy have to crawl to his daddy every time something upsets him?" He stated in a mocking voice. Ron laughed and Hermione tried hard not to smile, she was in the run for being Head Girl after all.
"Draco how many times? Huh? Was it a hundred?... Two Hundred? When are you going to realize that it's not happening because you are a bad person, its happening because he is." The school seemed somewhat confused by this, but by the look on Malfoy's face and the redness moving through his cheeks, he obviously knew what she was talking about.
"I took care of you yet you still hate me. So much for trying to help." She stated with dripping sarcasm. Draco didn't even wait for her to say anymore, he threw his fork down, and stormed out of the Great Hall. After the doors swung shut the voices of confusion rang throughout the hall.
"Quite a commotion that girl causes." Ron stiffened at the sound of the familiar voice. He turned slowly in his seat and looked behind him.
"What are you doing here?" Ron asked, not all too happy that he was. Bill leaned up against the wall behind the table and laughed, without a word to Ron as he pointed up at Dumbledore, who once again had his hands raised to gain attention from the student body.
"Now that that is all over, I would like to introduce Charlotte Malfoy, your new Defense teacher." Now, it all made sense as to why Draco had been so angry, but since they were trying to make the connection no one noticed she had left. "And another short note is that you will see extra adults around the school," he paused and motioned in Bill's direction and then over to the corner behind him, "due to this year we have an extra load of first years and they are here to help." The trio knew, however, that they were there to help with protecting the school and not for teaching.
"That answer your question, Ron?" Bill piped up.
"Yes, but I have another."
"Shoot."
"Why are you friends with a Malfoy?"
"She was never like them. See ya, Ron." Bill slapped his brother on the shoulder and then headed out of the Great Hall. Charlotte was sitting on the stairs when Bill had come out.
"You can never not start something can you?" Charlotte jumped at the sound of the voice.
"Billy, I… I didn't know you were going to be here." She stood up and brushed off her clothing, "I should probably go finish getting things in order."
"I knew you were going to be here."
"And how's that?"
"For one, I suggested you, and two, I'm your helper."
"Must suck to be stuck with me."
"Only when you are being over powering." He smiled.
"You were so angry when you left how can you smile at me now?" She asked with sheer curiosity.
"We need to talk." Was all he said before he walked up the stairs, he turned around just slightly before he went, "Are you coming?"
She nodded and followed him up. She did not have a good feeling about this talk, but she knew better than to piss him off more than he already was, at least at her, anyway.