Disclaimer: I do not owe any of the characters in this story.

This story does not follow after the Half blood prince.

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It was the new year and as usual the students have arrived in the Great Hall for their welcome dinner. Sorting has been done. And it was Dumbledore's turn again to address the school.

"Welcome back to the school, to a new year, new phase. There has been a change to rules in the school. From now onwards, each house will have 2 quidditch teams, the girls and the boys. This is due to numerous complaints that girls are naturally less strong physically than guys and thus do not get that much a chance in quidditch. Your house masters will release news of the trials soon."

"The second announcement is that we will be seeing 3 new faces in the staff this year. First, will be Miss Tucker, who will be taking over defence against the dark arts. Let's join our hands to welcome her!"

The students looked up at the staff table. Miss Tucker seemed to be in the early 20s and looked pretty. She had blonde hair and was dressed in robes. However, it still could not hide the youthfulness that she shone, a stark contrast to many of the older teachers at the table. She smiled at them sweetly and a couple of boys were immediately attracted to her. It seemed that defence against the dark arts would finally have a good teacher.

"Next up, let's welcome Mr Malfoy, and he would be teaching quidditch. The school management has decided to set up this position to help those who would want to develop their skills in quidditch after school. Madam Hooch will still be teaching flying of course. Mr Malfoy, as some of you have known, was our previous head boy and captain of his quidditch team. Anyone who is interested in quidditch can inform Mr Malfoy and he will try his best to teach, I'm sure. Let's welcome him!"

The students applauded loudly and Malfoy waved to the students. He still had that arrogance in his airs. His father had wanted him to work for the Death Eaters but since his death, he has been free and he yearned to do something he liked, and that was quidditch. Of course, flirting was another thing he enjoyed doing. And now close to twenty, he was just at his most attractive period of life, muscular with broad shoulder and a tan that any guy would be envious of. He was only looked more handsome with a tinge of maturity that sent many female students waving to him vigorously hoping to catch his attention.

"The third teacher would be arriving within this month as she has some things to attend to."

"With that, the dinner shall start!"

The students soon helped themselves to the food and enjoyed it greatly. The year seemed bright ahead, with 2 new nice-looking teachers and a third unseen yet. The hall was immediately bustling with life as students and teacher chatted about the new year ahead.

After dinner, Malfoy retreated back to his quarters. His office was near the quidditch field. He opened the door of his office and was happy with what he had. It was a big room with the fireplace burning, a big desk and a comfy chair. There was a door on the side and he opened it, revealing a room where he could wash and take care of his broomstick. On top of it, there was also a gym for him to exercise.

He went back to the main office and muttered " hotwetsex" before tapping gently on a book on the shelf behind his desk, it sprung open to reveal a nice sleeping quarters. He entered it only to find a big living room. There was a nice comfy sofa and a dimly lighted cook place for him to have some hot milk or so. He walked up the stairs to his room and on the wooden door was a dark green serpent. He turned the door knob and a big large bed, with soft silky sheets awaited him. He lied on the bed, kicking off his shoes, thinking, "This shall be the life I will lead for at least a year or two." He didn't want to be a death eater and wanted to lead a more carefree life. "This is what I want," he thought. He didn't come back just for quidditch. There was something else, a bad habit he couldn't kick off since his years in Hogwarts. He lied on his bed, thinking, before slowly falling asleep.

A/N: Just any intro chapter, quite dry.