Still can't read my reviews, still angry, still tired, and still got nothing better to do. hmph . well I've got 219 hits and 15 reviews, 13 of which I can't read. Damn

Harry and Hermione stayed up late that night. Talking drinking and planning for the next year.

"Hey Harry?" said Hermione seductively, she was drunk off her face and Harry wasn't in much better shape.

"Yess," he slurred

"Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?"

"Of course my angel!"

She just giggled.

Slowly they sidled over to eachother and Harry kissed Hermione on the lips briefly.

"I love you Professor Granger," Harry whispered

"Me too," she said wrapping him up in a big hug. They fell asleep that was cuddled in eachothers arms, both too exhausted to get up and move.

The next day was a Sunday so they had an entire day to plan their lessons and sort out their apartement. They had shrunk about 10 trunks full of their stuff and hidden them in their coats while they were coming to Hogwarts.

That morning they enlarged them again and started to unpack. They each had one trunk for their clothes, 4 trunks filled with books, and another 4 filled with all kinds of dark detectors and instruments that they would use in their lessons. They put most of the books in their library, and all of their clothes away in their bedrooms. They had opted for breakfast in bed, calling Moby to make them bacon and eggs.

Then Hermione, and a very reluctant Harry sat down and wrote out plans for all of their lessons. They wanted to spend about half of the year doing duelling (both muggle and wizarding), but there were a few other things they needed to get out of the way first. Their classes were going to be fantastic and they were very excited about teaching them.

Dumbledore popped in and delivered their timetables around luchtime and encouraged them to eat with the rest of the school but they were writing a very important owl that they had to have answered before tomorrow, so they worked all the way through lunch but promised to come down for dinner. They sent the note with Hedwig and then went to explore their new classroom.

It was one of the larger ones in the school. There were desks for the students in neat lines, 2 desks for the teachers on a slightly raised podium at the front of the classroom, many shelves that they filled with all of their dark detectors. A door behind the desks, which lead to an office housed the remaining contents of their trunks.

They worked on their classroom, tiding and sorting for hours, and consequently missed the start of dinner by about 15 minutes.

"We don't have to go do we Hermione?"

"I don't want to go either, but we promised that we would and I am kind of hungry."

"We have to get this finished by our double tomorrow in periods 3 and 4 though."

"Look, we'll do a bit after a quick dinner, then get up early and finish it before the class gets here. What class is it anyway?"

"7th year Advanced DADA," answered Harry a little too quickly.

"I knew you were excited about it!" exclaimed Hermione "You've memorised all our classes with your parents haven't you!"

Harry just blushed and mumbled something about going down to dinner.

They tried to enter the hall inconspicuously but it was hard considering that everyone was looking for them. They hadn't been seen since the previous night and they had left quite an impression on the students and staff alike.

All heads turned their was when they entered the hall. They walked quickly to their places at the end of the table just like last night. Dumbledore caught Harry's eye and he thought with irritation, "Don't his eyes ever stop twinkling?"

They sat down, and with no embarrassment whatsoever began to eat their meal. Slowly everyone turned away from them and started on their own meals. They had almost forgotten about the strange teachers when a completely white owl flew towards Professor Potter and landed on his arm. He pulled the letter from her beak and offered her some water from his own goblet. She readily accepted and then flew off out one of the windows, to the owlery.

Over at the head table Harry was eagerly pulling the envelope off his letter.

"What did he say Harry?" Hermione asked impatiently?

"Hold your horses I'll read it out."

Dear Mr. Potter and Miss. Granger

Upon receiving your letter I was very shocked not only at the content, but by the fact that two people as young as yourselves would not only be given teaching positions at Hogwarts and that they would write to me asking such a thing.

I have consulted with the Head Auror (Alastor Moody), and have decided to give you permission to do such a thing. I had better make it formal, so that you do not arouse suspicion and are apprehended or any such thing.

I, Cornelius Fudge, Give Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, permission to perform the Imperius Curse on their DADA students from year four up to year 7. I recognise that this is an Unforgivable and will bring no punishment against these 2 individuals within these guidelines.

With Kind Regards,

Minister for Magic,

Cornelius Fugde.

Harry and hermione breathed a sigh of relief. They now had a lesson plan for the 7th years tomorrow morning.