DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER SERIES. EVERYTHING BELONGS TO J.K ROWLING. THIS IS MY OWN IDEA, JUST USING HER CHARACTERS.
Three
Hermione was used to things going bad, and her day going wrong. She had fought in a war, suffered countless cruciatus curses, but nothing could prepare her for the shock of what Lucius Malfoy had told her. He was the new DADA teacher? She thought, aghast. The headmistress could not have allowed this. McGonagall would never allow Lucius Malfoy to be a teacher here. Surely, she knew about his past. But he switched sides, remember? Of course she would allow him to work as an employee here, a voice said in Hermione's head. The illogical part of her wanted to march up to the headmistress and demand an explanation. How could she hire him when he had watched his sister-in-law torture Hermione, and Ron? Just how in the hell had Lucius Malfoy convinced her that he wouldn't kill have the muggle-borns in the building?
"Now, all of you may return to your classes or do I need to take points?" he demanded, his voice dangerous. The children succeed away as though Voldemort himself had landed. Only Hermione and Lucius remained, alone. Even Harry and Ron had left her. The tension in the air was so thick, Hermione could almost taste it. She felt every nerve on end, waiting for Lucius Malfoy to attack. He was close, too close and that wonderful spice and musk filled her senses. Hermione swayed a little bit, getting closer to Lucius Malfoy. She looked up past the broad, powerful chest and huge shoulders to his face. She couldn't read anything. He was empty, except for his eyes. They were steel gray, hard as rock.
The man could put Greek gods to shame. He was just that handsome. He had high cheek bones, a strong jaw and a long regal nose which he loved to look down upon. His skin was tan due to where ever he had spent his vacation. Just exactly why am I looking at him like that? This man would has hated me even before he knew my existence, and I am here like a fool gaping at him! Hermione berated herself. He did not need her admiration. Hell, he already got too much attention from females any way.
"Miss Granger, things change. People change. It's time to forgive and forget. Forgive and forget," the silky voice whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickled her senses, sending a shiver down her spine. How could he know? Hermione thought, shocked. Every day, she woke up telling herself, it was time to move on, and forgive and forget. The past was just that, the past. And it would be better if she moved on. After all, they won the war. The two worlds were finally getting along. Why was Hermione so upset then? Right now, she didn't want to think about that.
"Mr. Malfoy, it might be quite hard for you to forget, but for some of us, it isn't that easy. Our side suffered losses, families lost loved ones. Mothers lost husbands, and children.
"Forgiving and forgetting all of that isn't going to happen, not that soon!" Hermione said spitting the words out at him. Indeed, Lucius Malfoy thought, glaring at the witch. Taking a deep breath and ignoring his scent, Hermione moved away. No she wouldn't let her past get to her. The war effects were still shown in her eyes, her face and her daily routine, and Lucius Malfoy noticed that. He was sure Hermione knew too, but refused to acknowledge it.
Spinning around, Hermione held her head high and walked away, leaving Lucius Malfoy to stare at her back, and a delectable sway of her hips.