The New Professor
Hermione Granger, September 12th 1997
I woke up with breathing against my neck. I had a light shiver run down my spine and I turned to see Blaise was still asleep. His arm was thrown over me, locking me into place. I looked around for my wand and saw it was on the bedside table. I tried reaching my hand out to grab it, but to no avail. I also tried wiggling out of his grip but he only held tighter, consciously or not, I had no idea. I struggled and sighed with exhaustion while morning fatigue weighed on me further. I wish I could just fall back to sleep.
"Going somewhere?" Blaise whispered in a gruff voice. I gasped and felt my heart skip a beat as I felt him grin. He pressed a kiss to the side of my head.
"Blaise, I'm squished." He chuckled and held me tighter, squeezing the life out of me as I squeaked with surprise.
"Gimme a kiss," he said and I bit my bottom lip. I wasn't facing him, and his hand was resting on my stomach, but was raising a bit higher than I would permit.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll give you a kiss in five minutes, if you let me out," I said, staring at the wall.
"You'll give me multiple kisses?" Quite the negotiator. I sighed and nodded with a slight hidden smile, whispering as if I hated the offer, "deal." He lifted his arm and I scurried out of bed, my feet slapping the floor as I ran to the bathroom with my wand in hand.
As my luck would have it, Draco Malfoy was in the bathroom as well, but this time I was relieved to find out that he was just brushing his teeth and he his trousers were still on his body. We made eye contact for a split second, through his mirror, but proceeded to ignore each other. I didn't even care when I noticed I was wearing a skimpy thin nightgown. I freshened up, brushing my teeth and fixing my hair, then made my way back to the bedroom where I found Blaise also with a clean face, but lying down with his arms and legs spread waiting for me. I approached him awkwardly, tip toing towards . We had only been together for about a week, and I was just going to kiss him. I've had a few snogging sessions, particularly with Viktor, but this is different because we both know eventually he would expect more from me. Will I be able to give more?
I sat down onto the bed next to his hand and stretched a little with a small yawn. I could feel his odd stare as I hid a smile.
"Hermione?"
"Hmm?" I said innocently, my fingers fumbling in my lap.
"You owe me a kiss," he said with amusement. I still didn't look at him, just around with a playful grin on my face.
"Do I?" I didn't get an answer. Instead, I got two hands pulling me back and soon I was pinned lying down against the bed, with his hands on my wrists. He showed me his beautiful white teeth in a smile and pressed his lips against mine, hard and foreceful, as I kissed him back powerless. His hands quickly let go of my wrists and mine wrapped around his neck as I arched my back, my fingers running through his dark locks. Our lips were grinding against each other roughly, tongues entwined and sloppy, but not enough for it to not be pleasurable. I felt a heat build up inside me that wasn't very familiar. I usually kissed because I thought it made the guys happy, but this new feeling. I don't know, it wasn't something I wanted to know more about, despite it's obvious positive reaction. He pulled up and smiled at me, placing a simple kiss on my cheek as he let out a rough groan against my cheek. I blushed, squirming out from under him, as he eyed me suspiciously.
"Where are you going?" he asked, knowing my mind was at work.
"We aren't finished? Oh. Well, I thought I'd just go have breakfast with Harry and Ron, maybe remind them that I'm still their friend, you know? They're probably failing all their classes without me," I said it lightly, only to realize I was probably quite right. Their History of Magic grades would never go up to an Acceptable without me. Oh, I had my work cut out for me. Blaise watched my reactions and held me still, forcing us to have eye contact.
He reached over to press a kiss to my forehead, his chin scratchy with light dark stubble. "No," he whispered as his lips ran down my jaw. I shivered, a heat building up inside of me again as his hand ran down my arm, slipping to my waist as he pushed me back down, crawling back on top of me. He pulled his lips away from my jaw to whisper again, "we're not finished yet." I exhaled sharply as he lifted my chin, pressing his lips back against mine, his hips pressing down against mine. I felt him, his arousal and interest for me, blatantly obvious as he grinded into me. I whimpered into the kiss, suddenly uncomfortable. This was more than I bargained for, and after such a short period of time I was definitely not ready to do this. My hands pressed against his shoulders as I tried to pry him off of me. His lips were still forceful, his tongue in my mouth as his hand ran up my waist, on the side of my breast. I let out a cry of protest and I felt him understand. He stiffened, gently pulling away his lips as he exhaled harshly, his expression pained. He crawled off of me, lying on his stomach next to me as I shook gently, my legs pulling up as I curled onto my side.
He looked at me, lifting my chin as he reached over to me, his thumb running over my lower lip. His eyes were still harsh and hungry, but he seemed to be controlling himself very well.
"You're dismissed," he whispered and with that planted a kiss on my lips and let me go to change.
"Hey, Ron!" Silence. "Hello, Harry?" Still silence from them. "Fine, if you're going to ignore me, you better have a good reason." This cracked Ron.
"Good reason! Apart from you dating Malfoy's best friend! That's not good reason enough for you? You keep dating these guys who are our enemies!" Ron said with pink ears.
"Enemies? Ronald, I don't know what you're talking about. I only dated Vikto-"
"Yeah, Viktor! You know he would have raped you if you kept dating him now, don't you?"
"How dare you. Viktor was gentle and nice!"
"Gentle and nice!" he humored me. "And now with Blaise Zabini!" A few heads turned but they didn't really care. Ron had outbursts often and Harry was just watching us bicker again, though this time, unlike fourth year, he was on Ron's side.
"There is nothing wrong with him."
"Nothing wrong with him! He's only a death eater to be." With that Ron and Harry gathered their belongings and stood up, making their way to the Entrance Hall. I followed them desperately, my heels clanking on the floor. They stopped abruptly, and I saw a glimmer of pale gold.
"Move, Malfoy," Ron almost ordered.
"Oh hello, weasel. When's your next failed abortion sibling going to attend Hogwarts? Soon, I reckon, we haven't seen a new one since your filthy sister showed up." Harry had to hold back a red faced Ron and Ron held back Harry as I stepped forward next to the two Gryffindors.
"Shove off Malfoy," Harry said, "Or I'll..."
"Or you'll what?" Draco asked with sinister smirk, "snog another Weasley?" Harry pulled out his wand.
"I wouldn't be quite sure to be cracking snogging jokes, Malfoy," I said taking a step forward towards him. I wasn't very far away from him. He looked shock for a second and a half, but recovered quickly with a malicious smile. He took a step forward and I quietly pulled out my wand. We both knew nothing was going to happen. We were in the Entrance Hall for crying out loud.
"Actually, Granger, I'm sure you're itching to find out more about my latest kisses. Here's my latest-" My wand was at his throat, digging deep. Our faces were centimeters apart and we were still exuding hatred towards each other. Passionate, angry hatred.
"Now that I think about it, Draco, I don't think I'd mind. Go ahead." Just then Blaise showed up. Truly a classic moment to enter, and with a shocked face, he pulled us apart. He gave both of us a look of disappointment and I sighed. After reminding me to behave myself, he let me go to Charms with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.
"Today," Tiny Professor Flitwick said, "will be a rather easy day today, a 'day-off' almost, if you will." Ron made a mock chuckle as Flitwick continued, "You will be given a station and in that station, you must tidy up, repair, clean and cook whatever you want. You may do it with two to three other people, and at the end of the lesson, I will come around examining your range of charms - the variety of spells you used, and the overall tidiness and preparation. Now, your stations will be yours once you claim them, if you have questions, I am here, I think that is all - begin!"
Harry and Ron seemed to have warmed up a tiny bit. Were I a man, I wouldn't have noticed, but since I can tell by their body language, they're not exactly pushing me away. They're not full of hugs and kisses, but I couldn't ask for that yet. We picked a station and looked around. It was disastrous.
"Alright, I'll do the cooking, and you do the cleaning," I told them and they quietly accepted. We were going a few minutes without noise and conversation, they were sweeping and mopping, while I was cleaning dishes to make way for the food preparation, until Harry accidentally had the mop he was controlling start dancing with the broom. Harry and Ron looked at each other puzzled as Ron tried to pull his broom away.
"Bad broom," Ron said and managed to pull the broom away, only to be thrown back by the force and land in a large pyramid of pots and pans and started banging loudly. Harry and I made eye contact and tried to muster our laughter until Ron burst out in hysterics.
Soon after we got the best score possible, we made our way to the next class: Defense Against the Dark Arts. I was a bit more nervous now because this class was with Harry, Ron, Draco, and Blaise, and my best friends are just starting to get used to me again.
"Hey, Hermione?" Harry asked as I looked to him with a raised eyebrow, "what were you talking about with Malfoy earlier? Who has he snogged?"
"I'll explain later," I said with a fake smile, hoping eventually I'll be able to make something up. Ron and Harry exchanged a look and a shrug and we arrived to the classroom.
"Hermione!" I heard Blaise's voice and Ron rolled his eyes. I spun around to see Blaise with a book in hand walking towards me with Draco next to him.
"We'll see you inside, okay?" Harry said and I nodded flashing him a small smile. Blaise placed a sweet kiss on my lips, Malfoy looked away instantaneously, and led me into the classroom with a hand on the small of my back. We entered the classroom and Blaise pulled a chair for me, but we decided he should sit with Draco and I would sit with Neville.
Throughout the class, as I was scribbling a lot of notes down of spells and their uses and the swishing of the wand, I saw something on the floor. There was a paper snake slithering towards me. A note from Blaise. I looked around nervously.
"Mr. Zabini," snapped our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Meadows, as he looked at Blaise and me. I blushed a deep crimson when I saw all faces on us. "Please refrain from sending notes in the classroom, even if it looks creative." With a flick of his wand, Professor Meadows transformed the snowglobe on his desk into a monkey who ran between our desks, grabbed the snake, ran back to his desk, dropped the note and transformed back into the snowglobe. "Please stay after class," he said as we stared at him with shock. "Now, what other spells have you encountered from true death eaters?"
All eyes fell on Harry though I'm quite sure that Malfoy was snickering. "No one would like to share? Alright good, a 6 inch essay would be all that is needed for this week. What you have encountered, what dark spells, or interesting creatures or objects. I know most of you have some experience in this area, especially in this day and age," said Professor Meadows. I hadn't really noticed our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher much. He was tall, very thin, with pale yellow-tinted skin, slitted green eyes and blue-black hair. He looked like he must have been Asian in a past life, but the green eyes showed that he wasn't. "Any questions? Good. That's is all, free time until the end of class, though I recommend starting on the homework." I turned to Harry and Ron, and we made eye contact and smiled.
Draco Malfoy, September 12th 1997
After the bell rang, I gathered my belongings slowly as Blaise approached Meadows. I mentioned to Blaise that I'll wait for him outside, but was corrected.
"Actually, Mr. Malfoy, I would like to see you as well," said Meadows as Blaise and I made eye contact with confusion. He pointed to a desk in front of his, "take a seat please, both of you." With a flick of his wand, he closed and locked the doors and I subconsciously reached for my wand but Meadows noticed.
"There will be no need for that, Mr. Malfoy. I'm not here to antagonize you or even to interrogate you for your mysterious meetings and interactions with 'enemies', however, I am here to let you know that I am on your side. Mr. Zabini - Blaise," he corrected himself, "I am your uncle for your father's side. I'm aware that you never knew him, but regardless, I am your uncle." Blaise opened his mouth with shock and an attempt to say something. "Before you say something, I would also like to inform you that I know everything. I know that you are dating Ms. Granger and that you are supposed to deliver her to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named by the end of the year to have her be an example of Potter's secret weapon, however I'd advise against it. You needed to pick your battle, and I know very well that you have no intentions of be a Death Eater in the near future. Now, here is what we will do..."
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