Disclaimer: Oh dear. My name isn't J.K. Rowling, which means I don't own Harry Potter. What a surprise.
Chapter 2: Umbridge's First Class
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco ran into DADA class. They didn't want to be late on the first day with a new teacher, even if they detested her beyond all reason.
They scurried into their seats, at the back of the classroom, so they wouldn't be able to see Umbridge; all wanted to distance themselves as much as possible from her, well, everyone in that group save Malfoy. He had had a great deal of preferential treatment from said teacher, and had enjoyed it. Since he had become friends with Harry and his little group, he was on their side, though he couldn't say that he did not completely hate Umbridge. So, saying nothing, he took his seat in the back with Hermione, Ron, and Harry. A few moments later, Umbridge walked in, wearing her ugly pink cardigan and a very complacent, smug look, which Harry hated.
"Good afternoon, class!" she shrilled.
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," chanted the class, fully knowing what to expect from this teacher.
"Well, it's very nice to be seeing some of you again! My, how you all have grown!" She beamed around the classroom; her smile seemed glued onto her face.
No one answered, so Umbridge continued. "And I'm sure you are very happy to see…HARRY! My dear, darling boy! How wonderful to see you again!"
Harry was bewildered. Why the hell is she talking to me so nicely? I thought she hates me. Is it the whole Ministry thing and the Horcruxes? Wait, she doesn't know about the Horcruxes. She does know that I was with Dumbledore when Snape nearly killed him, though. And that I opened his coffin when he woke up and started banging on it. Idiot.
Harry did not respond. Umbridge still smiled at him. Draco tried his luck. "Hello, Professor Umbridge! How are you?"
Umbridge's gaze never left Harry's face. She answered vaguely, "Oh, yes, erm, hello Malfoy." She then threw Draco a very ugly glance.
Draco was bewildered. What did I do wrong? I was always nice to her. Oh. Is it because my father is a Death Eater? Look, lady, I really cannot help that. She's such a toad! Realization hit him hard. She only likes the people who are famous, or influential. Well, be that way. I hate you too.
Umbridge continued. "Now, class, divide up into pairs and practice the Disarming charm. You should know the incantation." She smiled widely at Harry. "And some in this class have been very brave to use this against—He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." She smiled again and bustled off. Ron partnered Hermione and Draco was paired with Harry.
Draco had never used the Disarming charm, or if he did, he had completely forgotten it. He muttered out of the corner of his mouth, "What's the incantation again?"
"Expelliarmus."
They practiced Disarming for a few minutes. Harry was still confused, but there was another emotion under his confusion: anger.
"Why is she fawning over me all of a sudden? That is the last thing that I'd have expected from her!"
"Hm. She used to fawn on me. But since we've all found out that Father is a Death Eater…"
"She doesn't like you anymore," Harry finished.
"Exactly."
"I always knew that she was an old toad."
Draco was very much heartened and continued practicing the Disarming charm with Harry for the next hour of class.
But one question was running through their minds: How long is this going to keep up and how long will it be until she starts with her theory nonsense again?
A/N: I know that this is a boring chapter, but I'll try to improve the next one. This one was more of a transition.