The past and the present
The sound of Ginny's right foot tapping impatiently against the floor ripped through the classroom as if it was a deafening sound. She was standing in front of the teacher's desk with her arms folded and eyes staring at the students, one by one, but never stopping. Once in a while a movement from the back of the classroom made her look up, and she let the whiskey coloured globes rest on Draco Malfoy, her husband who stood leaned back against the wall, with a stern expression on his features.
It went another four minutes before three boys stumbled into the room, the trio led by a certain Granger. They looked from Draco to Ginny, and mumbled their excuses as they sat down at the empty desks.
"Late for their first class," Draco said maliciously and drawled to James desk, but with his eyes on Ginny. "not a bad start for the Gryffindors Gin."
She snorted, made a pause and let a smirk grow on her lips. "Oh Draco dear, don't push me off the ship just beacuse your Slytherins have grown soft."
Draco scoffed, and Ginny had to surpress a smile as she saw the students confused expressions. Their scene was so well planned, even polished at the edges, and they had done it so many times before. The only things that were different was the place, and the persons.
She smirked as Draco turned his attention towards James Granger. "Who would've thought," he said in a mocked voice. "that I once again would see a Potter run into the classroom, late as always with a lousy excuse?"
"But sir I—"
"And you've already created a golden trio of your own I see," Draco continued without laying any notice to the boy as he indicated on his two friends. "well done Potter."
"My name is not Potter, sir!" James exclaimed, "it's Granger, James Granger."
Ginny had almost forgot her role in the play. "Stand up when he's talking to you." She said sharply. Only Draco noticed the tremble in her voice. She was startled, beacuse all he saw in that boy, was not Hermione, but Harry.
"I do not care if your name was Voldemort," some of the students flinched when he uttered the name, but the granger-boy stood still as only Dumbledore would. "you will always be a Potter to me."
"James Granger," Ginny said. "I take 5 points from Gryffindor for you being late, and 5 each for your friends. You may sit down."
As James sat she let her eyes sweep over the disappointed Gryffindors and the Slytherins, who's faces shone of malicious pleasure, before taking a deep breath. "Defense against the dark arts," she said, and Draco flicked his wand, making words appear on the board behind her. "what is more important than being able to defend yourself from an enemy? I don't think any of you doesn't know anyone who has had much use of what they learned in this very classroom. This first year we're going to learn the basics; The history of the dark arts, and its defenition: what is dark arts and what is not? You are also going to learn a few basic defensive spells and their use."
"So," Draco said from the back of the room, "does any of you know any curses?"
A few hands were raised, and to Draco's suprise one of them belonged to James Granger. He nodded towards the boy, wanting to test his skills. "What do you got Granger?"
The boy cleared his throat. "The Cassandra-curse." He answered, and stared at Draco.
"One of the most advanced curses," Draco said and nodded satisfied. At least the boy had some intellegence. "what do you know about it?"
"It's only been successfully preformed once, by Cassandra of Troy, therefore the name of the curse. It makes the victim see the true future, but only the worst of it."
"You're right Mr.Granger. But there's also another thing, does anyone know?"
Only one hand was raised. A girl with dark bushy hair and brown eyes looked impatiently at her teachers, making Ginny chuckle and Draco sigh. "Miss Granger, I suppose?"
"Yes." The girl said and took a deep breath. "No one will ever believe the victim when he tells what he saw."
"That's right," Ginny said. "10 points for the Granger twins knowledge."
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"Can we go back to Russia?" Draco asked as he and Ginny hurried down the corridors heading for lunch. "I mean, sybieria was a rather nice place."
Ginny puckered him a brow. "What happened to 'not another month in this bloody freezer'?"
"Honey you got me all wrong. I said something like 'the freezersalesman couldn't have last a month here', I'm quite sure about that."
"And your sudden need of going there has nothing to do with the Grangers?"
"I didn't sign up for another 7 years with Miss Know-it-all and Mr Potty, that's what I know." He sneered.
"No," Ginny admitted. "you did it because no one, except me, would be able to do the job."
"This bloody deciscion to come back will kill me, seriously."
"Of course, I can see it clearly in front of me. How the Granger twins strangles you."
"Give them freckles, red hair and name them Weasley and you're right. I can't believe you actually invited the whole Weasleyclan here!"
Ginny sighed. "I'm not the one who's been nagging about your innocence."
"You'll have me killed. By your family because of something I never did."
"How old did you say you were? 15? It defenitily isn't 29 at least."
Draco stopped and looked at Ginny with a expression she recognised clearly. "Was that a challenge from the woman who almost messed up everything because of a photo under her bed?"
"Almost Draco," Ginny said and patted him on the chest. "almost."
Chapter 8, yey.
I have tons of stuff to do in school...that's why the chapters will take a lttle longer from now on.
Hope you liked this chapter, I'l make things happen soon, Promise!
/Honey