AN—To all those who have stayed and encouraged me to continue, here you go! Newcomers I don't like people dying, what can I say I'm in denial ;P Sorry for any grammatical errors! I'm really sorry this took so long!! Hope you like…
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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 3
Hermione woke up with a headache and the feeling that she hadn't eaten in a century. She knew she should have eaten more at the welcoming feast the previous night but the sense that Professor Malfoy was watching her was overpowering. He made her feel so self-conscious and nervous that holding her fork became a problem. Her hand continuously shook throughout dinner, so Hermione decided to stop before either Harry or Ron could notice. The other girls in the room had not yet woken so Hermione quickly rose and dressed with all thoughts of getting in and out of breakfast without being noticed. Just before ducking out she grabbed her Hogwarts A History.
Tiptoeing out of the common room and making sure she didn't step on the very loose floorboard that came almost immediately after the girl's staircase she began her trek through the hallways to the dinning room. Hermione remembered how in her first year she had gotten lost when she was walking through the halls of Hogwarts alone and how now she knew the passages almost as well as the back of her hand.
The hallways were cold and made Hermione pull her robes closer to her body and quicken her step. Hoping she wouldn't be noticed so early and without the comforting protection of Ron and Harry she ducked her head into her chest. She didn't see who was headed in her direction until they had collided.
All Hermione could think as she rose her gaze was a silent mantra of "Not Malfoy, not Malfoy".
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Ms. Granger. If you must be such an insufferable know it all at least know where you are walking." Snape's snide voice cut in.
"Yes professor, sorry professor." Hermione could feel her face heating up from embarrassment and she all but ran to the dining hall. Pushing past a few giggling Hufflepuffs, Hermione saw the tables were mostly empty and sat herself near the middle of the Gryffindor table. As she ate, Hermione read up on the school rules. Without realizing it she began to read allowed as she skimmed through the text. "Under no circumstance are student- teacher relationships permitted. In the event that either party is non- consensually using his or her position to force the other, it is well within the other's rights to go the headmaster and if continued, to the MoM." After finishing her pumpkin juice she glanced up to see if Dumbledore had entered yet, but saw his chair was empty. Hermione couldn't help but shake her head and mutter, "he's just messing with your head". After finishing her breakfast and making her dish look as spotless as possible to help the elves with their laborious task, she made her way to the library. Hermione began looking for books on aging. " How is it that he can live for so long and remain as such a threat?" Hermione muttered to herself, not wanting to even say Voldemort's name out loud. "I know wizards have longer lived, but his power is ridiculous"
Thankful it was a Saturday, Hermione stayed in the library doing the most amount of research possible all the while gazing longingly at the restricted section. If only she could get to those books, they had so much more to offer than the little provided about extended life, and Flamel's infamous stone was clearly out of the question as a possibility. Ron and Harry were supposed to be practicing quidditch all day, and therefore wouldn't bug her about leaving the crypt, otherwise known as the library. Hermione soon found herself immersed in one thick book charting life expectancies over the ages for both wizards and witches alike. She never even had time to register that someone was watching her, let alone hovering just over her shoulder. Until he cleared his throat.
"Hmm, light reading?" Hermione felt adrenaline shoot through her veins and fear settle in her stomach. He was standing right behind her, how could she not have felt his presence? Or notice his shadow across the page of her book?!
"Professor." Hermione refused to let this become a repeat from their last library encounter. She turned her body around just enough to face him but not so much that she would have to look up into his chilly eyes.
"Please," Lucius murmured, "don't let me interrupt you."
"It is perfectly fine, was there something you needed?" Malfoy Sr. raised his eyebrow for a millisecond before answering,
"Yes, I know of the… experience you and your friends have with defense against the… dark arts." Hermione couldn't help but flash back to what took place in the chamber of secrets only a few months ago. "And I would like to ask you, all of you to take part in a more advanced course." Hermione couldn't believe her ears, he was a death eater!
"I think I can speak for all of my friends when I say we will take you up on your offer."
"Good." He replied and was just about to walk away when Hermione stood and called out to him in a quiet voice,
"But sir, we would also wonder where you stand." Hermione knew she was treading on very precarious ground and began to inch backwards as he turned to face her directly. Mr. Malfoy seemed to pause in thought before stalking towards her, like a lion who spotted a mouse.
"Believe me Ms. Granger." He said in a dangerously calm tone as he leaned down to her ear, "I am not the man you believe me to be." And with that he left the library.
Hermione's heart felt as if it was beating right out of her chest as it caught up with the fact that he was standing so close, too close. Much more so than he had that night.
"Oh boy, Harry is not going to like this." Hermione muttered to herself as she moved back to her seat to collect the useless books.
A/N: Hey dudes, I'm not sure but this story may be going on hiatus.