A/N: Okay, so I didn't write it without quotes. I'm not that dumb. It was just turning up that way for some odd reason, but I think I fixed it. So, here's chapter 2.

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Chapter 2: Terrible Ideas

"And this is my classroom."

"Thanks, I remember where Charms class is," Weasley said, rolling her eyes. "Professor," she added at the end, noticing my scowl.

"Yes, I forgot how young you are. Thank you for reminding me, Professor Weasley. My office is back there, but I suppose that it will be our office now. Exciting." This was ridiculous. I didn't want her here. Adams just wanted to torture me.

"My father hates you." It was a statement, calm, collected. Her green eyes looked at me quizzically. I now noticed that it was the same way Granger used to look during classes. But this girl was studying me.

"Your father is a sad excuse for a wizard, Ms. Weasley."

"I did spend three years at school to become a Professor. I would appreciate it if you called me Professor Weasley."

"Sorry, I forgot. You're just the same age as my son, so I forget how learned you are. He's still sits around at home and does nothing."

She snorted. "Malfoy's still rich and spoiled then," she muttered.

I restrained a laugh. It was an accurate description. But it described me once, too. Some would argue that it still describe me. "He's also still my son, Professor Weasley," I said.

"Of course, Professor," she said, smiling sweetly at me. But her eyes were glued to mine, watching my every reaction. I wondered what this pretty little girl was watching me for. But I didn't really care. My goal was to get through this. Let her do whatever training Adams thought she needed, and then hopefully get her out of my hair. She'd make a great Muggle Studies professor, seeing as how she was pretty much a half-blood. I even had heard rumors that Weasley had learned how to drive a car. So very Muggle.

"One of your duties as my assistant," I continued, "will be to grade papers." I waved my wand and created a smaller desk in the corner of my office. Then I summoned a stack of papers from my desk and handed them to her. "Enjoy," I said, smirking.

At least there was an upside.

Weasley took the papers, now hardly shooting me a glance, and went to the new desk and began work. I sat at mind, contently doing nothing.

Once absorbed in her work, I noticed that she chewed on her quills the same way that Granger did. I felt that odd feeling in my stomach as I looked at her, reminding me of her mother.

Rose Weasley. The name turned over in my mind. It sounded so much like Ron Weasley, and that name still made me stop with cold anger. He had treated me like dirt. Made life hard for me at school. Stole the damn house cup from under my nose so many years in a row. He was an arse.

Whenever I thought about Ron, I remembered the Battle of Hogwarts. I had been struggling for my life, turning around everything I had ever believed in to try to keep my family alive. And as I was resisting a Death Eater's attack, just about to bring him down myself, he dropped to the ground. And then a fist came out of nowhere, brining me to my knees, and I heard Weasley's voice.

That memory made me hate him more than anything. For years, I had lived with the knowledge that he had saved my life. And he even had the opportunity to gloat about it. He one. Him, and Potter, and Granger. They won. I lost. And I knew that. But I hated them for it. I especially hated Weasley.

And here was his daughter.

No. No, no, no. That is wrong. That is a terrible, terrible thought. She's half my age. Less than half my age! And I'm married. It's despicable. Underhanded. Just wrong.

But I'm despicable, underhanded and wrong. Maybe if… his eyes slowly dropped from the young woman's face to her low-cut robes, showing much more cleavage than appropriate for this job. Very nice cleavage in fact…

It would be too easy. Way too easy to do this to Ron Weasley's daughter. To Hermione Granger's daughter.

If I could get over how strange it was. I tried not to think about how she had gone to school with Scorpius, had classes with him, maybe even hung out with him sometimes. Nope, not thinking about that.

This is a woman. Just a woman. I'd been with lots of women. Even since marrying Selena, I had been with other women. And she had been with other men. And we didn't like to talk about it, because when we did, we fought. And she sometimes threatened to leave.

But, Selena was on a beach in the south of France. Far, far away from here. She wouldn't know. She was probably sleeping cabana boys right now. What would she care?

Weasley looked up, and gave me another sweet smile. Poor girl. She had no idea what was about to happen.

"So, do you do anything around here? Or do you just smirk at people?" Weasley said.

I smiled, hopefully not looking too dodgy. "It's just the way my face goes. Can't help it."

"I'm sure."

"Why did you want to become a Professor?" I asked, trying to keep my voice light. I figured some non-stressful conversation might help the situation.

She shrugged. "I liked Charms. I didn't really want to go into the Ministry like Mum and Dad. But they always suggested it."

"That always did seem like dreadfully dull work," I agreed.

"Hm. Like I really care about house-elves anyway. And then Mum and I came up with the idea that I should teach. And it sounded better than anything else out there, so that's what I decided."

I tried not to grimace at the idea of Hermione Granger being this girl's "Mum." "Sounds like a good reason. I'm all for not paying attention to your parents hopes and dreams."

"Why did you want to become a professor?" she asked, her voice timid.

I smiled. "Well, there's only so much lounging around at home one can do. So, I decided to lounge around here instead."

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine once again. Her eyes were a hazely-green, I could see now. They looked as though they couldn't decide what color to be. She kept her hair short, in curls that reached to just above her shoulders. They looked much more tame than her mother's wild mass of hair. I was glad that Weasley's daughter was this pretty. Or else this might not be as much fun.

"Professor, is this all I'm going to be doing?" she asked meekly.

No, it's not, I thought. But did not say. This was going to be fun. As long as I didn't think too much.

I was going to seduce Rose Weasley. And then I was going to tell her father all about it.

A/N: Yeah, so I reposted chapter 1 with all the proper grammatical structures, so if you want to reread it, you can do that now. Thanks so much for sticking with me, guys. Please review!