I have not even looked at this story in so long, but I missed it and felt like I could at least upload another chapter and see how it goes. Tomione is one of my ultimate favorite ships, so I apologize for not really being consistent, whatsoever with this story.
Here is Chapter 4! Forgive me, but I hope this year late upload is worth it
Chapter 4:
Hermione decided that her next lesson she would combine two things, the Patronus charm and the use of a Boggart. She remembered quite vividly her Boggart when she was both young and naïve, it was failure. Somehow, this fear never left, but she was less fearful of failing an exam now, and more afraid of herself.
Her body was humming with dark magic as she walked down the hallways, her black robes perfectly fitted and bellowing behind her. She felt like Severus Snape, except without the greasy hair, the hooked nose and the absolutely horrifying attitude.
She was hoping her students were already seated, but was secretly wishing that a certain Slytherin would be late so she could hex his bullocks off, and swing them in front of the Great Hall. The bigoted fucker.
Her heels were clicking against the ground, creating an echo to her ears regardless of the noise that surrounded her from both younger and older students trying to get to class on time, shoving one another and tripping over their own feet as they made way for the dangerously stunning Professor Granger.
Walking into her classroom, she heard light chatter which quickly ceased as soon as she became visible to the 6th year Slytherin's and Ravenclaws.
"Good Afternoon, today we will be focusing on two things. One is the Patronus charm, which to me is quite a bore, however it is a requirement for young men and women like you to know how to perform this complex charm, with Grindlewald prancing around Europe. However, I will also be incorporating into this lesson a Boggart. Now can anyone of you tell me what a Boggart is?" she began, and was cut off by an arrogant voice that made her blood boil, and her eyes narrow darkly.
"A Boggart is…" Tom Riddle began, his voice both informative and smug, as if he was the only fucker in this class that knew whatever the bloody hell she was talking about, but Hermione quickly put an end to whatever he was about to say, she did not tolerate being interrupted. And she surely didn't accept a student to just start sprouting out any information they might've learned in their textbooks.
"Mr. Riddle, as interesting as your explanation might've begun to seem, you did not raise your hand. In this classroom there is a hierarchy, I come before all of you, and if you want to speak, you will be addressed first. If you start mouthing off about whatever you learned in the provided textbook, you are not learning. I enjoy having discussions, so although you may be somewhat knowledgeable on the topic Mr. Riddle, I don't quite care to hear your input and would rather give a chance to a student who has not yet spoken in my class. Such as Mr. Patil in the corner, do tell us Raj, what exactly is a Boggart?" Hermione's voice seemed calm and impassive, but the cold harshness behind each word pressed against every nerve inside of Tom's head, making him want to pull out his wand and hex the bloody bitch into a pulp.
"Umm…a boggart, shows a person's greatest fear." Raj Patil answered in a voice that lacked confidence and shook with each syllable. Hermione wanted to roll her eyes, but the boy was a quaking mess, and could go into cardiac arrest if his professor showed any sign of disapproval to whatever he said.
"Correct Mr. Patil, 10 points to Ravenclaw!" Hermione said loudly, her eyes finding those of Tom Riddle as she so, and she could've sworn his eyes flashed red, and he could've sworn her eyes had gone completely black. But this was all based on their perception and they both looked away from one another.
Hermione leaned back against her desk, crossing her ankles together, her eyes searching the classroom for her next victim.
"And what, Mr. Malfoy, is the spell that one would use to get rid of a Boggart?" Hermione smirked as the young Malfoy sat up straighter, his eyes widening in sheer fear and anxiety, and she knew full well that the little shite didn't know what she was even talking about.
"Five points from Slytherin for your lack of attention in my lesson Mr. Malfoy. I don't tolerate disrespect, and I will not have an idiot such as yourself disrupt my class with your sputtering and your inability to ask a simple question. Pay attention, or it'll be detention for 2 weeks, perhaps a little trip to the Forbidden Forest, I heard the Centaurs are looking to make a new friend." Her voice hard, and her eyes turning into slits as the Malfoy boy sunk into his seat, his entire body shaking with every sharp stab her words inflicted on him.
"Sorry Professor" he muttered quietly, but she only snorted, and called on someone else to answer her question.
"You, answer." She spoke loudly, her long, and well-manicured finger pointing towards a girl in the far end of the classroom. The girl sat up straight, and said in a small voice.
"R-ridikulus" she stuttered, and Hermione had to lean forward to catch what the girl said.
"Your name?" she asked in a slow tone, as if mocking the girls intelligence and the girl sat up even straighter.
"Emelia Bolt" and Hermione nodded her head.
"Well done Emelia, 10 points to Ravenclaw, and another 5 points from Slytherin for talking when I am clearly trying to give a lesson, Ms. Parkinson and Ms. Rowle! I did just say that I hated being disrespected. Do you think I'm bloody joking?" she hissed, her eyes flashing that black color once again but she quickly composed herself, before telling the class to split into two groups, one practicing the Patronus while the other practiced fighting off a Boggart, before switching it up every 20 minutes.
"Those of you who will be performing the Patronus charm in this lesson will be required to right a 5-foot parchment of the importance of a Patronus charm, and whether or not a person's qualities or experiences affect the form in which your Patronus takes. I want details and citations from books you have used, I don't want you fully relying on the Defense textbook, although it is informative, it isn't fully detailed like the books you will find specifically on Patronus charms in the library. The parchment is due in the next two lessons, do not disappoint. It contributes greatly to what your exams will be about." And the Patronus group groaned, but nodded their heads as they continued with their activities.
Turning to the group that was dealing with the Boggart, she folded her hands behind her back and looked at each and every one of them as they stood before her, giving her their undivided attention.
"As for this group, I want you to split into groups of three, or two, depending on how many there are of you, I really don't care of the specifics, nor do I care about these partnerships. You will create a presentation about the Boggart, and give a clear presentation to the entire class, and the Headmaster will be in attendance, so do not disappoint me, or make a fool out of me. Practice makes permanent after all." She spoke with a strict tone, her students flinching but nodding nevertheless.
She walked around the classroom for the next 10 minutes, watching as her students worked passionately on their given assignments, worry in their eyes at the idea of disappointing their very terrifying professor.
Hermione watched as each student in the Patronus group, with the exclusion of the Brown girl (of course, bitch) was able to perform either a corpeal or somewhat of a Patronus charm. She was amazed at the different forms that each Patronus took, but was even more shocked to see that the Patronus of Tom Riddle, was not a snake, but was instead a fox. And it was quite interesting to see how his Patronus truly reflected his nature, conniving and selfish.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a scream from the opposite side of the room, and she quickly whirled around to see a dementor, so similar to the one that attacked Harry during their defense class on Boggarts, and she quickly moved towards the students, pushing aside the student who had this rather strange fear, before casting her own Patronus charm.
The Boggart however shifted before, turning into herself, but with full black eyes, the whites completely gone, wearing a black wrap dress, with her brown hair crackling with magic, and her body covered in black ruins, that were most likely incantations of dark and dangerous magic.
"There is nowhere to hide from me Hermione Granger, for I am within you, I am growing more powerful, I will eat you alive and drink your soul. There is no escape domina." Hissed the Hermione before her, and she found herself entranced, almost reaching forward to touch the dark Hermione but quickly pulled back, muttering Ridikulus and watched as the boggart shifted into a large cotton candy, before she threw it back into the box it was locked in and turning towards her students.
"Class dismissed. Do not forget your assignments." And quickly exited the classroom, missing the eyes of a certain Slytherin, filled with a sort of admiration for the boggart that his professor had, she was afraid of herself, that dark beautiful self of hers, and he was so curious to know who the hell and what the hell Professor Granger was.