Chapter 2

On the next day, they received their timetables at breakfast (according to their specific subjects each one took). "Great, double Potions with the Slytherins." Ron groaned.

"And with who? With Snape!" Harry complained. Harry had an understandable hatred towards him.

"So who's the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione asked.

Primrose shrugged. "Guess we'll find out now."

After breakfast, they walked to the assigned DADA classroom. 'Great, another class with the Slytherins', Primrose thought exasperatedly. She and Hermione sat behind Harry and Ron and waited for the professor. A tall, unknown young man in his mid 20's with auburn hair and crystal blue eyes entered the classroom. He waved his wand at the board, and on it his name was written: Professor Atkins. "Good morning, my name is Professor Atkins and I'll be your Defense again the Dark Arts teacher. Unfortunately, this will be my first and last year teaching this subject, considering its 'misfortune'." He chuckled. The girls in the classroom got a better look at him as he faced the students; the girls were immediately smitten. Chloe, a Gryffindor and Primrose's cousin, turned around and grinned at Hermione and Primrose.

"He's hot!" She mouthed to them. Primrose nodded. Chloe turned her curly blonde head back to face Professor Atkins.

"He's hot!" "He's cute!" "I wonder if he's single!" The gang heard those kinds of comments all day about Professor Atkins.

"I hope he has what it takes to teach us." Harry said, hopeful.

"He seems very experienced." Hermione gushed about his lesson.

"Oh come off it, Hermione!" Ron said jealously.

"I guess Ronnie's jealous." Chloe cooed. Ron pursed his lips and crossed his arms on his chest. Hermione looked at him and tried to soften him up.

"Don't be like that, Ron. You know how I feel about you." He looked at her and his eyes softened.

"I know." He kissed her on the top of her head. They told Ginny about Professor Atkins at lunch.

"Yeah, I saw him this morning. He seems pretty quiet and keeps to himself." Ginny said.

Chloe widened her eyes "Oh! I like mysterious guys!"

Primrose, who knew Chloe, and her infatuation with older men, warned her in a whisper "Don't you dare try to do anything stupid, Chloe. They can kick you out of here."

Chloe chortled "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything. Yet." Primrose groaned.

Luckily, they had a free period. Primrose and Seamus went to sit by the lake. "Chloe has a thing for Atkins." Prim moaned.

Seamus laughed and said "I don't get it. I don't think he's that special. I think she likes him because he's a teacher."

Prim thought about it and said "Maybe you're right." There was a slight pause. "What do you see yourself doing after Hogwarts?" She wondered.

Seamus shook his head "I don't know yet, maybe become an Auror. I liked Dumbledore's Army." They chuckled.

"What about you?" He asked her.

"I have no idea. Maybe a Healer or open a shop, I don't know." He nodded comprehensively.

"It suits you." He smiled at her. She smiled back at him. Before they knew it, they had 10 minutes to get to their next lesson. They headed back to the castle.

When they entered the castle, Seamus parted from Prim to his Arthimancy class. She walked to the Divination class when she saw Professor Atkins sketching something on a parchment. He sat on a rock bench which was placed in the corridor.

"Hello Professor Atkins, how are you?" She asked him politely. He looked up and grinned.

"Hey. Hill, right?" With her nod, he continued "I'm fine, thank you. Shouldn't you be in class?"

Prim waved her hand dismissively "Trelawney can predict my tardiness by now." Atkins snorted slightly. She thought it was a bit out of character but didn't mind.

"May I ask what you're doing?" Prim asked. Atkins smiled at her.

"I'm drawing a landscape." He showed her his drawing; she immediately recognized the Black Lake.

"It's wonderful, very accurate." He smiled and thanked her.

"I better run off to class. See you next class, Professor!"

"It's Noah to you Miss Hill, except for class time." Prim smiled and parted from him.

"He told you to call him Noah?! That's such a hot name for a hot guy!" Chloe whispered cheerfully. Chloe sat next to her cousin in Divination.

"And what else?" Chloe was hungry for more information about her favorite professor.

"He's a great sketcher."

"Do you think he's single?" Chloe asked Prim. Prim shrugged her shoulders and they continued listening to the lesson.

It was at lunch when Prim saw Malfoy and his 'bodyguards' tease a 2nd year Hufflepuff. She couldn't watch this go on; she walked over to his direction and said "Picking on 2nd years? A little pathetic, if you ask me."

Malfoy ceased and said "Nobody asked for your opinion, so mind your own business." Prim leaned down to calm the younger student down and whispered something in his ear. He fled the scene as soon as she finished. She walked away from Malfoy.

"What did you say to him, Hill?" Malfoy called out to her.

She turned around to tell him in a snide tone "Mind your own business, Malfoy." And with that, she turned around and was on her way to the Great Hall.

Prim informed the girls what had happened with Malfoy. "Even for him, that's way too low." Chloe said.

Prim was eating when Ginny whispered in her ear "Malfoy's staring at you." She looked over to the Slytherin's table to see Malfoy glaring at her. 'Clearly he will ever change. He's just a big bully who thinks he rules the school', she thought to herself. She removed her eyes from him and went back to eating.

"Malfoy? What's wrong?" Zabini just had to poke his nose into his business. Draco stopped eating. His eyes here drawn into slits as he looked at Blaise.

"Some people need to stop being so nosy, that's all." He said angrily.

Vincent Crabbe, a chubby member of Draco's posse, asked with his mouth full "Is it cause of that Hill chick?"

Disgusted, Draco sneered and answered "No, Crabbe, why would she bother me? I just hate nosy people, end of discussion." Crabbe decided to leave it at that and finish his dinner. Draco was beyond pissed. 'Why the hell did she have to interfere with that Hufflepuff squirt? What is she, some kind of a saint? She wishes!', Draco thought as he let out a soft 'pfft' sound. He wanted her to know what she had done was wrong.

Prim had finished eating before her friends and told them she would be at the common room. As she exited the Great Hall, she hadn't noticed that someone was following her, or so it seemed. Prim stopped at her tracks and sighed exasperatedly. "What do you want, Malfoy?" She asked, annoyed.

Draco, who was behind her, was a bit taken aback, but quickly snapped out of it and answered "How did you know it was me?"

Prim turned around and replied "I can smell that aftershave from a distance."

Draco smirked "That good, huh?"

She rolled her eyes and muttered "It's repulsive, if you ask me."

He was getting pissed "I didn't ask you, so shut up."

It was her turn to be angry. "You shut up! Nobody tells me what to do!" After a slight pause, she asked "What the hell do you want?"

Draco was dangerously close to her now. "If you ever embarrass me like that again, you'll pay." She smirked jeeringly as he left her.

"Whatever you say, Malfoy." She muttered.