Chapter 20
Hermione sighed.
She listened to the soft pitter patter of the horse's hooves clacking on the road. She wiped a tear from her face as she thought of everything she was leaving behind.
She had promised herself that when she entered the Beauxbatons walls she would be rid of all the things she had in England except her friendship with the others. She would write to them, but not that frequent. She needed time to heal.
She wasn't sure of her actions, she wasn't sure of what she was doing now but she was sure about was that she didn't want to get hurt any longer.
She looked outside her window and watched the trees flicker past. The view was comforting her. As if it was reminding her she was off to a new future.
"You'll stay with me wont you Crookshanks?" she said petting her cat.
It purred in response and laid its head back down in slumber.
Hermione smiled and took out a book from her trunk.
She started reading the dictionary of the French language since she needed a little brush on her French.
After a while the carriage stopped and she looked outside.
The grand walls of Beauxbatons awaited her.
She stepped out and breathed in her first breath of new life and… another chance.
Draco POV
He was searching frantically for her.
Her home was now empty and was for sale. Its furniture was gone as well.
He couldn't find her in Hogwarts or in any of the other jobs she had told him about. He even tried Flourish and Blotts again but she wasn't there.
He was getting desperate.
He apparated to the home of his alleged enemy.
He knocked on the door and breathed.
"Potter."
Hermione POV
It was still the Christmas holidays there so she was able to familiarize herself with the castle and its quarters. She had met most of the professors and the new headmistress Madame Jade. She did not let anyone call her by her last name and insisted Hermione call her Jade too.
Hermione met some students and agreed to what Fleur had said all those years ago. Beauxbatons was more elegant then Hogwarts.
Statues of Ice were decorating the halls and not a ghost in sight. Wood nymphs serenaded them during meals and it seemed like Hermione was in a winter wonderland.
The few students she did meet were very friendly and visited her often.
She owled the other as soon as she arrived and was yet to receive any of their replies.
She was given her own little house on the grounds. It seemed that the teachers were given separate homes and housing for their duration there.
She was very fond of her new home. It reminded her of a nice cabin in the mountains. It was very homey. She was beginning to feel like she belonged since her students liked her so much her home was somehow dubbed their new favorite hangout and was there almost everyday.
She was yet to teach them but they were always encouraging her saying she would do a fantastic job.
They spoke fluent English so Hermione had not needed to worry about her French. But just in case she had asked them to quiz her on her French and they always told her, her French was better than most so she should stop worrying.
She always just smiled at them.
Draco POV
"C'mon Potter! Spit it out! Where is she!" he almost shouted.
"I don't know!" Harry lied.
"I know she told you guys not to tell me! You know where she is I can feel it!"
"I can't! Mione is our friend! You hurt her enough." Harry shouted back at him.
"I know I did! That's why I need to find her! I have to make things right!" Draco shouted.
"Beauxbatons."
"What?" Draco asked.
Ginny appeared from behind.
"She's in Beauxbatons." Ginny smiled at Harry.
"Ginny! Why did you tell him?" Harry asked Ginny.
"It's time Hermione stopped running Harry. It's time for her to face it. For her to finally stop denying." Ginny explained.
She turned towards Draco.
"She is in Beauxbatons. She got a teaching job there. I don't know where the school is though. I can only tell you it is somewhere cold." Ginny said sadly.
"Thank you." Draco said and was beginning to leave when Ginny stopped him.
"Draco." She said.
He turned around.
"If you hurt her one last time... I will do everything in my power and to unmercifullykill you." Ginny said.
"Don't worry." He smiled and left.
He had to hurry.
Hermione POV
She felt like the Christmas holidays went by too fast since she was already teaching her first class in a couple of minutes.
"Good morning class!" she greeted happily.
"Good morning Professor Granger!" they all greeted back.
"Now, now, call me Hermione." She smiled at them.
The casualty of her class might have made the students feel better since even the ones she had presumed were quiet started participating.
"So class, can you do me a little favor?" she said smiling innocently.
"What's the favor?" a boy asked in the back row.
"Your Homework." She smiled.
A groan escaped almost every student's lips.
"Your homework for today is… write a5 inch essay on what you like and dislike about my class." She smiled.
The students cheered.5 inches? That would be a snap!
Hermione was pretty much voted best teacher ever by the student population. She made the lessons easier by making easy to remember sing song poems for them to reciteto make it easier forthem to remember the facts and dates on her class.
Hermione was so used to it because she made the same poems for Harry and Ron during O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s.
Hermione was sitting in the faculty table waiting for dinner to start when the headmistress stood up to make an announcement.
"Students, I would like to announce we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor!" she said.
Every student's eyes were flickering around the staff table looking for the new professor to find no one new.
The headmistress continued her speech.
"Welcome to Beauxbatons Professor Malfoy!"
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