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Chapter 5

George closed his eyes and groaned. It was now exactly 4:07:32 in the morning and they still hadn't finished their lesson plans. Well, by Hermione's standards. "Hermione," he whined, "We have lesson plans for over half the year. Can't we go to bed now? We can't teach if we're asleep."

She bit her lip, thinking hard. "I suppose…"

"So we can go to bed?"

"Yeah, okay," Hermione said, gathering up her muggle notebooks and old school textbooks. George, on the other hand, let out a child like whoop and bounded up the stairs. "I thought he was tired," she mumbled to herself.

"Welcome to Defence Against the Dark Arts: Year One," she told the first years. "My name is Professor Hermione Granger. In this class, you will learn defence and minor attacks and the theory behind most spells. Any questions so far?"

One child raised his hand, his Gryffindor badge gleaming. "Are you the Hermione Granger who's friends with Harry Potter?"

"Yes, I am." A chorus of 'awesome' and 'bloody hell' were heard through out the room. "But that will not get in the way of me teaching and you learning, understood?"

"Yes, Professor." The all said.

A Slytherin raised his hand. "Will you favour the Gryffindors since you were one?"

"No," Hermione answered curtly. "Anymore questions?" No one raised their hands. "Alright then, we'll do roll call. Taylor Alexander?"

"Here."

This went on until Hermione stopped at a certain name. "Lanious Malfoy?"

The Slytherin who had asked the question at the beginning at the class nodded.

"Any relation to Draco Malfoy?"

"He's my uncle Professor."

"Really? I wasn't aware that he had siblings."

"He doesn't. It's just easier to call him my uncle."

"Ah. The pureblood web is it? Well, okay. I knew your uncle… Merlin that was a long time ago. Anyway…"

She finished her class with an outline of the curriculum she had set plus her expectations for her class and made all the students copy down her classroom rules.

George looked at his class of Seventh Year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. They looked back at him with mild interest. He took a deep breath. "Hello, my name is Professor George Weasley and I just wanted to say, my girlfriend made me take this job and she wrote all my lesson plans, so you'll actually be learning something this year."

The class chuckled and one yelled out, "Who's your girlfriend sir?"

Grinning (many girls sighed, crushes already forming), he said, "Professor Hermione Granger."

"Oh bloody hell," the kid groaned, "The bookworm."

George stood up straight. "Excuse you. That is my girlfriend you are talking about. If I ever catch you insulting her again, it'll be a week's worth of detention. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir. I didn't mean any disrespect sir."

George peered closer at the boy. He was dark and had cornrows. "You look familiar. What's your name?"

"Jay Jordan sir."

"Are you Lee Jordan's cousin? The one who got his head stuck in the tree?"

The whole class erupted into laughter and the boy sighed. "Yes, that's me."

George smiled widely. "Tell Lee I said hi. We need to meet up and figure out a way to prank my brother at his wedding." He glanced at the page in his hand, reading Hermione's neat printing across it. "Right. So Hermione says I have to take roll call. Looking at his class, he reached behind him to grab the attendance sheet.

Dinner came too soon. "My friends that I met on the train are in my class first year class." Hermione was telling George about her day as he listened intently, not even eating, which was quite unusual for a Weasley boy. "And the muggleborns are really good, so I'm wondering if they were practicing at home. How was your day?"

Smiling, he replied, "Oh fine. I met Lee's cousin today. That was fun."

Hermione covered George's hand with her own and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Hermione. Why would you think that?"

"Well, Mr Weasley," she said, trying to lighten the mood, "You're not eating. And you're a Weasley."

George laughed, squeezing Hermione's hand. "I'm just worried about you and this Malcolm situation."

Setting her fork down, Hermione sighed. "George, I'll be fine. Really, there's no need for you to worry."

"No Hermione, you don't know him like I do. He's-"

"You know him? What? How? When?"

George sighed. "Well… Okay… It was first year and Fred and I were on the train talking to Lee. He was so nervous he was shaking in his trainers. And that was before we decided to play a little trick on him. I won't go into details but let's just say that there was a troll, a hag and a house elf involved…" He trailed off, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

"Manning?" she prompted.

"Right. Well, Fred was in the loo and Lee was still scared out of his wits so I decided to take a little stroll through the train. And you know me Hermione; my head's always up in the clouds. So is it really my fault that I bumped in to someone?"

"Well, technically, yes."

"Mr. Malcolm Manning seemed to feel that way too. And do you know what he said to me?" George asked his pitch rising. It was clear that he had decided to put on a little show for Hermione.

She shook her head, playing along.

George puffed out his chest. "He said! He said: 'Watch it, you prick!'"

"He didn't!" Hermione mock-gasped.

Exaggerating a nod, George said, "He did! So then, I was on the floor and I was steaming mad as you can imagine."

Hermione tried to nod without bursting out laughing.

"Then do you know what he did? He kicked me! Right in the ribs. Smack! Boom! Not even a warning." He placed a hand on his heart as if wounded. "But the Fred came. Oh, it was hilarious. Manning looks from me to him and back again. Then he just screamed bloody murder and ran off."

Quite caught up in the story, Hermione asked breathlessly, "What happened to him."

"I honestly don't know," George replied, shrugging. "I heard he went to Durmstrang and got way too interested in the Dark Arts. Which would make sense."

Hermione nodded, obviously trying to quell her fears. All of a sudden, he enemy became more dangerous than she thought.

"But we shouldn't talk about Malcolm anymore," George said, breaking her train of thought.

"Talking about me Weasley?" a chilling voice sneered behind them.