A/N: Okay, next chapter. Got ten reviews so far. Very nice. Glad I figured out that stupid quotation thing. You know, I wrote a 19 chapter story a few months ago and did everything the same way I did this one, and nothing like that ever happened. Yes, it still bothers me. I hope I get over it. Okay, here we go. Chapter 3, should be fun. I'm still working out exactly how this is going to go, but I like this chapter. Alright. Way too much talk there. Let's move on.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

Chapter 3: Laughter

The order of business today would be to make her laugh. Girls liked funny guys, after all. Not Selena. She never enjoyed jokes. But I could tell that Weasley would be the type to enjoy a sense of humor.

Besides, I used to be funny. Once, I came up with an entire song about how stupid this one kid was in school. All the Slytherins thought that was very funny.

But Rose Weasley probably wouldn't find that song to be too humorous. After all, it was about her father.

She was sitting at her conjured desk, reading some notes on the part of the class I was supposed to have her teach today. We had been in the same office for a week and I felt like we had hardly spent anytime talking to each other.

Probably because I spent most of my time plotting on how to get her into bed.

But today, we were going to talk. "Mrs. Weasley, may I ask you something?"

"It's Professor Weasley," she said without looking up.

"Alright, Professor. Can you explain how you made a mistake in grading this first year's exam?"

I thought that was very funny. I got her to say that she was a professor and then found something she did that made her seem stupid. It was hilarious. But she looked up with steely eyes, obviously not amused. "I didn't make a mistake," she said firmly.

"Oh really?" I looked down at the paper I was holding and tried to find something that could be a mistake. "You seem to think that wand movement is only slightly related to the spell cast." That narrowed it down. I scanned the paper looking for something that could be a mistake in wand movements.

"It is," she said confidently. "Wand movement is secondary compared to the incantation. Didn't you learn that when you were becoming a professor of Charms?"

"No, because it's incorrect. Wand movement is equally important. Try levitating something with a flick than swish," I challenged, momentarily forgetting my goal of the conversation.

"Not like that," she said. "Didn't you- Don't you know? It's the duration of the parts of the movement that don't matter."

"What are you talking about?"

"You can swish longer than you flick, or flick longer than you swish."

Quick, make a dirty joke! I ordered myself. "I prefer a much longer swish with my wand," I said, raising my eyebrows, suggestively.

"See? And I do a very short swish," she said, obviously still talking about actual wands. "That's what I mean."

"Hmm," I said. She was talking about things that I definitely did not learn in school. And worse, she didn't get my joke. I looked back down at the papers, momentarily thinking of how to redirect the humor aspect of the conversation.

"Are you serious that you didn't learn that in school?" she said, incredulously.

"I don't think so," I said. I thought about getting my degree for Charms. I had gone to Spain for school, looking for any excuse to get the hell out of Britain after the war. I hadn't been able to face being here any more. And coming back after those three years was the hardest thing I ever did. I got up and walked over to the window, slightly embarrassed.

"That's odd. It's standard stuff. But you know… Charms isn't really the most difficult topic. So I'm sure you can fake it," she said with a wink.

I smiled, glad that she wasn't going to press the issue. I met her eyes and she was looking at me sadly, with pity.

Then I remembered who she was. Being pitied by a Weasley was not, definitely not, something that I ever wanted to happen. "I'm sure my teachers were just much better at teaching than yours," I said snidely. "Probably because they had better students, not Weasley trash."

"Excuse me?" she said, standing up.

I had no idea where my words had come from. But they kept coming. "Your father was probably the thickest person I ever met in my life. And I can see that at least some of it-"

She crossed the room in two seconds, and stood about two feet in front of me, looking me in the eye. "You don't know anything about my father, Draco Malfoy. So don't even finish that sentence." Her eyes used to be playful and sparkling. Now they were a cold, icy even.

But I wouldn't let some little girl challenge me. "I know more about your father then you could imagine." I couldn't think of anything that she didn't know, but I figured I would be able to come up with something.

"Like what?"

Shit. Now I actually did. "He's a tall, nosy git. And I do mean nosy."

Her eyes narrowed at me. I felt the urge to duck or move back, because I was sure that she would slap me.

And then she threw her head back and laughed. A pearly, joyful laugh that made the corners of my mouth rise too, even though I did not understand why she was laughing. She lowered herself, and I realized that she been on her tiptoes to look me in the eye. She grasped onto my desk, struggling to hold herself up as the peals of laughter kept coming.

"That… was… the best you could do?" she managed to get out.

A tall nosy git. Yeah, that was the best I had. I saw the humor though. Of all the things I could have said. "Yeah, I was under pressure."

She took some gulps of air, trying to calm herself. She used the back of her hand to wipe tears of laughter from her eyes. "You are ridiculous. Professor," she added, remembering her status. She eyed me slightly fearfully.

"I suppose so," I said, sitting back at my desk to let her know that everything was fine.

She gave me a small smile, now meek and demure once again. I saw her small, curvy body practically skip back to her desk. I wondered what was going on in that pretty head of hers. What exactly just happened in her mind?

"Nosy," she muttered, shaking her head again.

Seducing Ms. Weasley was going to be more difficult than I thought. But, looking at her low cut robes as she leaned over to grade more papers, it might also be more fun than I thought.

And at least, today, I made her laugh.

A/N: So… what did you think? Let me know with those crazy review things! They're awesome.