AN-- To my dearly loved reviewers… I love you all soooo much and please continue to review and I'm sorry about my extreme lazy bumishness with updating, but I'm usually just off reading someone else's fanfic. But now on with the show… Oh before I begin I DON'T DO CHARACTER DEATH.. AT ALL!! Meaning Sirius/Dumbledore/etc… not dead!!! And I might deviate from the books plots too but we'll see…hmmm… anyways back to the story J PS. IF I GIVE SOMETHING AWAY THAT HAPPENS IN THE DEATHLY HALLOWS I'M SORRY BUT YOU HAVE NOW BEEN WARNED, GOT IT GET IT GOOD!!!! PPS- (sorry) THIS IS A LUCIUS/HERMIONE FIC AND IT'S RATED M FOR A REASON!!!!

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Disclaimer- I really truly don't own JKR's awesomeness of doom characters/story/ness sorry L

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Guess Who's The New DADA Teacher!

Chapter 2

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The rest of the week ended quickly and Hermione began to wonder if the encounter with Malfoy senior was just a random if a bit intimidating occurrence. Though she did continue to go to libraries she chose different ones around her neighborhood, instead of keeping to the one where the "accident" happened.

After stepping through the barrier at platform 93/4, Hermione went to find Ron and Harry she still didn't feel entirely safe on her own. Struggling with her many bags she found them, "Ron! Harry! Over here!" After quickly embracing Hermione couldn't help but notice Malfoy being helped onto the train by his mother, his father was nowhere in sight. Unknowingly she let out a grateful sigh as she began to fully believe the run- in with Mr. Malfoy was only a coincidence.

As the train pulled away Hermione, Ron, and Harry filed into an empty compartment, Ron proceeded to describe how while practicing with Fred and George he took a bludger to the head and was out cold for two days.

"My it is a wonder how you have enough brain cells left to be accepted back into Hogwarts." For a brief moment Hermione felt her body go numb before registering that the voice belonged to Malfoy Jr. After the tremor passed anger began coursing through her, she was really not in the mood for another Malfoy.

"Sod off Malfoy. The few brain cells Ron has left are at least not being manipulated by his father!" Her mask of contempt was soon rivaled by Malfoy's, and just as quickly as he entered he swished out of their car.

"Mione that was brilliant!" Ron exclaimed. "But you didn't have to agree with him about my brain." Hermione smiled, Ron knew how to cheer her up at her worst of moments.

"Well anyway I've been wanting to tell you two about this book I read," Harry and Ron groaned. "Oh honestly. It's about a sport called football or in America Soccer. Harry you must know about it." Harry nodded but kept quiet knowing she was far from finished. "It's a very popular sport among muggles, like our quidditch," she clarified for Ron. And for the rest of their train ride she proceeded to describe every detail of the sport. Hermione knew she should tell them of her run- in with Malfoy Sr. but she didn't want to ruin the mood and more than anything she wanted to believe it to be a bad coincidence.

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The welcoming feast was as always spectacular. Hermione, Ron, and Harry had snagged their usual place to sit and Hermione was animatedly telling them about the football rule "out of bounds". Harry and Ron were just glad that she had moved on from the history of where pennies came from when football players scrimmage with each other.

Feeling out of breath Hermione finally stopped to look around the room to see the new first years entering. She looked up the teacher's table and felt all the blood in her face drop down to her feet.

"'Mione. 'Mione! What's the matter?" Ron asked before following her gaze to the professor's table. "What the bloody hell is he doing here?!" Ron hissed to Harry.

After the sorting hat finished his song and sorting Dumbledore stood to start his speech. "Hello all old and new. Congratulations to the first years. And will you all please welcome the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Lucius Malfoy." There were a few gasps from Dumbledore's Army not believing that he was let out of Azkaban and would be teaching them. The only table that seemed to be cheering was Slytherin's. "The Ministry wishes for what occurred last year not repeat itself. And now a reminder the forbidden forest is forbidden to all students unless accompanied by a professor. Without further ado let the feast begin." Dumbledore finished.

"As if Malfoy is a real change from Umbrige," Harry muttered. Hermione had mostly recovered from her shock but was still staring at the Professor's table with a glazed expression flashing back to her previous encounter with Malfoy Sr. Raising her gaze she noticed he was watching her with a very calculating look. Hermione widened her eyes in fear but quickly tried to replace it with an equally calculating look, receiving a smirk for her effort. Hermione turned away to attempt to listen in on the conversation that was happening around her, without much success. Hermione could still feel his stare on her back.

"Why would Dumbledore let something like this happen especially after last year!?" Ron exclaimed.

"Well it's not like he had a choice now did he? Clearly the Ministry was bribed by Malfoy," Hermione countered. Before Hermione could start on the next staircase to the Gryffindor common room she felt a hand grip her arm from behind.

"I believe, Ms. Granger, the proper way to address me is Professor Malfoy." Malfoy said in his smooth voice. Hermione tried to wriggle her arm away from him, but his hold only tightened. Against her will Hermione began to panic, she really didn't want to be this close to him.

"I'm sorry Professor," she all but squeaked, at this point she would say anything to get him to let go. Hermione almost gasped when she felt his thumb trace circles on the inside of her arm. The leather felt soft, but the grip from his other fingers was almost painful. Hermione tried once more to twist her arm from his hold and this time he let go. Malfoy knew he won.

"Good." Malfoy purred just loud enough for all three to hear before disappearing down the staircase. Hermione all but raced past Harry and Ron to get into the common room.

(A/N: fyi- Soccer American of Football J)