Name: The girl next door
Whom I happen to hate…
Rating: M
Summary: Draco Malfoy and his family have to be part of the Death Eater rehabilitation program. To do that, they must give up all their money; give up magic for a year, and move into a muggle neighborhood, guess who his next-door neighbor is? A funny story!
Author: Chaos
Warning: Does not follow all of the books plot.
A/N: Hope you like this chapter. Please remember that I am writing this at Midnight, so anything that may come to you as retarded, well I was pretty tired.
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Chapter 9: Professor Buehler
Hermione sat ashamed and looking down on at her lap. Draco looked out the window, if this got out, his reputation was so dead. Not that it was anything great at moment, seeing as he couldn't do magic, he was at a disadvantage with most of the kid's in school. Making him no longer the Hogwart's bad boy.
"I can not believe that my two best students were caught in such a compromising position. In brought day light and while on duty." Professor McGonnagal scolded. Hermione continued looking down at her lap. Her cheeks burning in embarrassment. Draco looked from the window to McGonnagal.
"Five points. From both Slytherin and Gryffindor," she said sternly. Draco looked outraged, but said nothing. Hermione still wouldn't look up. "And both of you will do detention every night for two weeks in the library," she said.
"Yes, M'am," they chorused. McGonnagal looked sternly at the two then dismissed them. Draco and Hermione made their way out of McGonnagal's office. They walked back to the kitchens.
"This is your fault mudblood," Draco said. Hermione glared at hi.
"My fault?" she said. "You're the one who jumped on top of me and snogged me to death," she complained..
"YOU didn't complain. YOU kissed back. If YOU weren't so damn hot, I wouldn't have to jump and snog you to death," he said, seemingly out of breath. Hermione stopped and stared at him.
"You think I'm hot?" she asked a small smile on her face.
"Yes I bloody well do," he continued and took a deep breath. "I mean, yes," he said, not sure how to put these feelings into words. "I thought I had made that clear this summer," he said. Hermione smiled and walked closer to him. Draco watched as her face came closer to his. He gulped. Their lips almost touching, yet Draco couldn't take his eyes from hers.
"So, what do we do?" Hermione whispered. Draco continued staring into her eyes. He sighed and touched his lips with hers. It was gentle and hardly touching as if he though she was some priceless treasure who should be touched with the utmost care.
"I think," Draco said. "We have to work from here," he whispered back. Hermione smiled and deepened the kiss slightly. Draco didn't complain, but pulled away again.
"Don't want to get caught again," he said. Hermione giggled slightly and pulled out her wand, as the two continued working.
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The next time Hermione and Draco were together was that afternoon, when Dumbledore asked all the Head's to meet him in his office at three. Hermione was already sitting there when Draco came in chattering with Anthony Goldstein about quidditch. Hermione seemed a bit surprised that Draco was talking with a Ravenclaw, yet strangely happy that he was doing so. Showed some change in him.
"As I am well assured you all know," Professor Dumbledore said coming in from the staircase to the right of his office. "Every year we hold a seventh year banquet." he said. They all nodded in unison. Professor Dumbledore smiled.
"It isn't anything big, just a sort of dance, if you can put it that way. To celebrate your last year at Hogwarts. Though I am pleased to say that for some of you, if you except my invitation may see yourselves, here again next year." his twinkling eyes shone at them in a knowing smile.
"As you are all seventh years, and all heads. I have decided to make you in charge of this years banquet. It will take place on Christmas Eve, so you have until then," he said. They all nodded, some of them whispered excitedly between them.
"That is all," Dumbledore said as he walked up the stairs again and Fawkes burst into flames, leaving a small chick in its ashes.
"I think we should do an ice theme," said Hannah Abbot. Pansy snorted.
"Not again. That's what they did for the Yule Ball," she said as they all began heading for the door. Some in the group nodded.
"I think we should do something merry, cozy, something that just says Christmas at Hogwarts." Padma Patil said her eyes glittering with enthusiasm.
"Christmas at Hogwarts," said Hermione. "That's it Padma. The perfect theme, something that makes us all feel warm inside. Christmas here." she said. The girls smiled. Draco surprised to see even Pansy smiled at the idea and joined the girls up ahead to talk about what they could do to decorate.
Draco, Ron, Terry, and Anthony, stayed behind, wanting nothing to do with decorating.
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Detention with Draco was strangely pleasing while the two worked on stacking books back to their proper places. Hermione and Draco talked about everything that came to their mind. Detention had become their meeting place, and since they weren't excused from detention on weekends, Saturday and Sunday Hermione and Draco became much closer.
Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had Defense Against the Dark Arts together first thing on Monday morning. They hadn't had the class last week because the new Professor hadn't been able to arrive until Sunday. Just about everyone has seen the horseless carriage arrive, but no one had seen the person inside.
Students had desperately passed by the Defense Against the Dark Arts corridor trying to get a small peak at the new professor, but none of them had much luck. Dumbledore had told them all at breakfast to beware.
"You'll find that when Professor Buehler doesn't want to be found, the she won't be found." he said. They had all at least gotten a clue that this Professor was a she. All the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws were sitting silently in their seats wondering when the professor would arrive when Nikki spoke up.
"Are we going to have a lesson or not professor?" she asked, talking to a young girl dressed in black robes sitting at the end of the room. Everyone had simply thought she must have been the professors daughter or something. The young girl smiled. She must have been only six-years-old.
She young girl walked up to the front of the class. "Well, well, I thought no one would ever guess," she said as she slowly molded herself into a stern looking witch. The class watched surprised. Hermione cursed herself for not noticing.
The professor had long blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. Her lips were thin as was her face. Though it was also very stern. She reminded you a bit of professor McGonnagal.
"Professor Cassandra Buehler, auror, Metamorphmagus, and new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," she introduced. "By the end of the year, you will all know how to spot a Metamorphmagi in disguise as Miss Malden has done today. Every time you step foot in this class you must try your hardest to find me among yourselves," she said pleased with herself.
They all leaned forward in their desks as if anticipating what she would do or say next. "Open your books to page three hundred and fourteen," she said. "You will notice I like to work backwards rather than forward." she said. "In fact you will notice that I like to do a lot of things in strange manners," she said in a whisper like voice, raspy and calm and comforting.
"I'm going to teach you loads of things this year. Take you into parts of this castle you never before dreamed of," she said. Harry felt a certain chill climb up his spine. The professor's voice was strangely creepy.
"Do not be fooled, that because Voldemort is gone, you do not all face grave times ahead," she began. Now began to sound like professor Trewaley, but that trace was soon gone as the classroom grew darker. "One must remember though…" she said quietly as she began to wave her wand towards the board. "That in grave times words are made of silver but silence is made of gold," she said.
The chalk on the board stopped drawing. It wrote in very neat cursive under its drawing. The class looked at the board, on it was a picture that Harry knew all to well. A certain statue he had been at, once before. Below it the chalk had scribbled.
Salazar Slytherin