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Chapter 4

I will drag you down to hell with me; I will eat your soul. ~ The Rocker

Draco wasn't in the happiest of moods. He was mentally beating himself. Hermione was a hard witch to please; and an extremely dangerous witch when her anger was directed at you. He knew, and it wasn't fun.

So he walked to Professor Vector's room, and knocked. A muffled reply came from inside and he took it as a sign to enter. He opened the door and stepped in. The scene he witnessed was the strangest he had ever seen.

The professor was standing on a stool on one leg, balancing herself with a stick and holding her hand up above her head. Candles lit the dark room and incense was burning around the whole room.

Draco stared at her incredulously. What was wrong with the woman? How had she even manage to pass the job interview? After all, everyone knew McGonagall was the one who had appointed her. Of all people, how did McGonagall even say yes to such a woman? Vector was obviously very much off her rocker.

Shivering, despite the stuffy interior of the room, Draco stepped in and immediately started choking. The incense was going way overboard, he couldn't even breathe in the bloody place. Professor Vector seemed to sense a disturbance in the force and looked up, rather, looked down at Draco from her perch on the stool. She smiled serenely and gracefully jumped off the stool and glided over to where Draco was wheezing.

"Why Draco, why do I have the pleasure of your company today?"

Draco looked at her, his eyes streaming with tears and gasped, "I can't...breathe."

"Oh right, very well, follow me Mr. Malfoy," and with that Vector briskly walked over to the adjoining room with Draco crawling on all fours following her. He edged his way around the furniture and dragged himself along. That woman was a loony, it was established, she may look normal on the outside but she was definitely related to Trelawney. As he was creeping his way through to the other side of the room, Draco's hand touched a bag that had fallen to the floor. The contents were strewn all around and his hand touched something powdery. He pushed it out of his mind as he looked around for any signs of where the Professor had left, after all, she was walking fast and here he was...crawling.

He pushed on until he could feel the air thinning and finally he took a breath of fresh air. Draco wiped his brow and put his back against the wall, breathing heavily. The Professor was already sitting at her desk. She put her quill down and addressed Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy, you wished to speak to me?"

Draco looked at her with his red stinging eyes, with utter abhorrence and replied, "Yes Professor, I did."

"Well then Mr. Malfoy, go on then. I really must get on with my work."

Draco snorted and replied, "Well professor, I don't think I would like to tutor Hermione. She's a nuisance you see. I don't think I will be the right person to teach her even with all the extra credit marks you've bribed me with. After all, we get into so many fights; I don't think we'll even get to the point where she'll listen to me long enough. So I was here to reject the offer you so kindly offered."

Draco got up and brushed his pants. He looked at his hand and noticed the white substance he had felt earlier. Surely this wasn't...

"Well Mr. Malfoy, as grateful as I am that you came to me personally to politely inform me of your decision, I am afraid you have no choice. Professor McGonagall has already been informed of these arrangements. You can not back down now as she will definitely beat you back to doing it. Now will you be so kind as to not bring this topic up again? After all, I do believe I had told you that it would be futile to waste your time arguing on something which is already decided."

Draco, however, was not listening to the nutty witch in front of him; he was staring at her dazed expression in shock. It was evident that she was unsuccessfully trying to keep herself in reality. The white powder, incense in the room, meant one thing. She was meditating...and was getting high off drugs.

He blinked and instinctively took a step away from her. He had to get away from this crazy woman.

"Err, very well Professor, I understand, allow me to escort myself out. I won't bother you again."

"Oh ok then Mr. Malfoy, let me just get the door..."

"NO! I...I mean, no Professor, I'll close it for you."

"That would be very nice of you Draco, Thank you."

By this time Draco was inching his way to the door.

"Err, right"

As soon as he felt the doorknob he opened it and practically bolted out of the room. He put as much distance between him and her office. Draco stopped and found himself standing in front of the library.

He looked around shrugged muttering, "What the heck..."

"THAT'S the spirit Drakie old chap. Show that enthusiasm. Go and be the guy you are, the one who's so sensitive he makes butter..."

"Oh shut-up you," snarled Draco. A small girl who was passing gave a startled look and scurried away, with fearful glances behind her.

"I wasn't talking to you!" he shouted. Not that it made a difference; everyone would think he'd gone crazy once they find out he talks to this voice thing in his head.

"My ego has been hurt Dracokins, I'm not a "thing" you so lovingly referred to as. I am you're *insert inspirational music* conscience."

Draco thought up of a box in his head, dragged the owner of the voice, and stuffed it into the box. Now all he could hear was muffled retorts and protests. He smiled to himself, at least it was better than hearing his mini-me's voice speaking in coherent sentences.

He walked through the door and sat down in the farthest corner at the back of the library. He picked up a book that was left on the plush cushion. How was he supposed to get Hermione to listen to him? Maybe he was doomed to lead a life full of crap.

A muffled gasp and two seconds later he heard a familiar voice say, "You are truly a ferret! You bloody locked me in a BOX? You know I'm claustrophobic, but you still mercilessly stuffed me in that horrible smelly box..."

"Will you just let me think for a minute in peace?"

The same girl who had run away from Draco earlier was looking for books in a nearby aisle. She looked up again and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.

"I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU!!" bellowed Draco.

Madam Pince appeared magically from nowhere and was glaring down at Draco. He scooted down into the sofa to put as much distance between her face and his.

"This is a library Mr. Malfoy. If you do not know how to conduct yourself here, then you may as well get out and leave the other students be."

Draco just nodded; the woman was a hairy beast. Not only did she have facial hair issues, but she had a mole, with FACIAL HAIR GROWING OUT OF IT! Draco felt sick. What was with all these teachers and they're bizarreness.

As Madam Pince stalked off to harass another student who was making fart balls from dung bombs, Draco's mini-me spoke up quietly, "I think you should just apologize to her and tell her you really want to help. Propose a truce maybe?"

Before he could respond, a bushy haired girl stepped out from behind a bookshelf. "I thought I heard you. Who were you picking on this time Malfoy?"

Why did they all think he was some evil good-for-nothing bully? Seriously, he wasn't that bad. Was he?

"Well, (small cough from mini-me) Hermione, I just want to say, err, that I'm sorry for what happened this morning. If you still want to do this thing, I'm ready." He finished awkwardly. After all, he couldn't tell her that he had no choice in this; he'd be skinned alive if McGonagall heard that he wasn't helping her favourite pupil. Damn it all.

Hermione gave a small smile and replied, "It's quite alright. I think the professor is right, I do need help. I absolutely don't get any of this. We should decide what days to hold the sessions. I have a small idea, but all my plans are in the common room. We'll go over them later."

Draco just gave a curt nod, but Hermione turned around once more before leaving "...And Draco, thanks."

Draco sat there, stunned, she just smiled and was civil in one whole discussion without exploding. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.