Chapter 2 - The Beginning of a Long 1st day

Draco and Hermione awoke the next morning in each other's arms and Draco gave Hermione a cheeky grin as he asked, "Do you remember why you love me now?"

Hermione pursed her lips as she tilted her head, as if thinking about it before proclaiming, "I'm not sure, maybe you could remind me some more?"

Draco's grin widened as he leaned in to give her a kiss, whispering against her lips, "Remember now?"

Hermione smirked and giggled as she kissed him back, "I think I need a little more reminding.."

Draco chuckled and stood up, heading to the bathroom and called over his shoulder as he reached the door, "It'll have to wait! Breakfast, students, and handing out schedules won't wait for us!"

Hermione merely groaned in response and got up, picking out her outfit as she waited for Draco to finish in the bathroom. She had decided that she wasn't going to wear the professors robes that most other teachers wore, it would make her seem more imitating, and she didn't want to scare any younger years. She picked up the green t-shirt Draco was making her wear, it had "I love the Slytheirn Prince" written on it, as well as another pair of skinny jeans and her beloved Uggs. Once Draco had finished in the bathroom she quickly took a shower and dressed. She used a potion on her hair as she brushed it, it's purpose to tame the wild mass of hair into the sleek curls she normally wore it in.

When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, maybe 45 minutes later, she came face-to-face with her husband in a red t-shirt much like her own, it saying, "I love the Gryffindor Princess", on it. He was also wearing a pair of black jeans and a pair of sneakers. The sight of this made her breath catch in her throat, he'd never looked more handsome in any other outfit in his entire life.

Draco smirked at her, "Chrookshanks got your tongue, love?"

She scowled at her husband, "You know he's not allowed at Hogwarts anymore after that.. incident.", McGonnagal had banned her beloved cat from the castle after a little mishap between the cat and Slytherin's house ghost, the Bloody Baron, over the summer. So he was to stay with Harry and Ginny whenever Hermione and Draco were at school, and Hermione missed her cat dearly, "No, I was more shocked that you're wearing Gryffindor colors, love."

Draco gave her that, oh so irritating, yet intoxicating, smirk of his, "So? You're wearing Slytherin colors."

Hermione scowled at him, despite the butterflies that were loose in the pit her stomach, "I wore this because you're making me! You, on the other hand, are wearing that in your own free will!"

He smirked at her and grabbed her hand, gently guiding her to the door as he proclaimed, "Time to go up to breakfast. A long first day ahead of us."

When they finished their breakfast and had handed out the schedules to every Gryffindor and Slytheirn they fell into playful bickering about who had the worst first class on the first day. Draco has 5th year Gryffindor and Slytherins, while Hermione was stuck with 6th years of the same houses. In a effort for house unity McGonngal had made the two enemy houses share every class she could make them share together.

Draco exclaimed, "Those 6th year Slytherin boys are going to be drooling over you in that shirt! They'll be a handful for 1st class of the morning. Many transfiguration spells will be aimed wrong."

Hermione smirked as she shook her head, "The 5th year Gryffindor gals will be worse with you in that shirt. All too many potions will explode because of their staring at you and not paying attention to the potions. I might get a few people turned into frogs and such, but you'll have the harder class."

After breakfast had finished the two separated to their different classes, Draco to the basement and Hermione to McGonnagal's old room. When Hermione entered the room she was shocked to see a large amount of Slytherin boys, and a handful of Gryffindor guys, in the class room already, it was 10 minutes before the class was to begin! In a quick scan of the room she also noticed a uncomfortable looking girl on the Gryffindor side of the class room, seated between two boys who were the only men not openly staring. Every other male in the room was staring at her, some of the dumber looking ones were drooling. This caused Hermione to smirk, why not tempt them with what they wanted? SO she walked up the aisle to her desk, her hips shaking seductively with each step. She knew every male was now staring at her due to the heated feeling of eyes on her, she had become sensitive to people watching her after years of being friends with Harry, making sure no one was paying attention to them when they did or discussed something to bring down any danger they had to face that year. As she reached her desk she lifted herself onto it making sure a small amount of the smooth white skin of her stomach for a second before pulling down her shirt. She smirked again when she looked out over the class, every male was staring at her now, the smirk further entranced the Slytherin side of the room, it was a habit she'd picked up from Malfoy, she could almost mimic the Malfoy smirk now. She felt powerful holding the attention of the every man in the class, making them act like love-sick puppies, each one silently begging for attention. During her sweep of the class her eyes fell again on the 6th year Gryffindor girl and was reminded deeply of herself. The girl appeared to be shy, eager to learn, annoyed by the easily distracted boys when a pretty face showed up. Most of all, what made Hermione compare herself at that age to the young girl was the glances the girl would shoot to the boy to her right, who had a dusting of freckles across his pale nose, along with brown hair and striking blue eyes, a look of longing, before she would send Hermione who the boy was staring at, a look of envy mixed with jealousy, and a hint of anger. It was obvious to Hermione that the girl was head over heels for the boy, like Hermione had been for Ron at that age, though why the boy didn't notice his friend's attraction she didn't understand, the young woman was quite beautiful with her long black hair and big blue eyes that shone like sapphires that were rimmed with long, dark lashes. She appeared to be unaware of her beauty, though. The way she held herself made it seem like she wouldn't believe anything but bad thing about herself, she seemed very self-conscious about herself. Hermione quickly felt a connection with this girl, so similar to a 16 year-old Hermione.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the flood of students entering the class, it was time to start the lesson. Thankfully, the class passed by rather quickly, the stares that had made her feel empowered a short time ago were rapidly making her feel uncomfortable.

Draco, on the other hand, was having a slow, painful class with the 5th years. The Gryffindor girls sat with dreamy looks cast in his direction while the Slytheirn girls eyed him hungrily, and as her wife predicted potions blew up, more so than any class with Nevile in it, or with Seamus.

The rest of the morning classes left Hermione and Draco feeling worn out, stares, wolf whistles, misdirected spells, and potion explosions filled every class besides the ones with younger students, 3rd years and younger, and with Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

Lunch couldn't come quick enough, but when it finally did both new teachers were glad for the break. Hermione had just sat down at the staff table when big, slightly rough hands covered her eyes and a deep voice whispered, "Guess who?", into her ear, making the butterflies in the pit of her stomach go crazy.

She gave a smirk as she gave an answer sure to annoy him, "Ronald Billius Weasely?"

Draco removed his hands with a scowl, and gave her a look that melted her heart, "Why would you say such a cruel, cruel thing, my love?"

Hermione giggled and she leaned in to give him a quick kiss, "Because you are so cute when you get annoyed and jealous, love."

Draco pouted, "Malfoy's aren't cute, not unless they are babies, and that's it. Puppies are cute, kittens are cute, but Malfoy's are not."

She rolled her eyes, "Fine, how about handsome then?"

He gave a cheeky grin as he gave her a quick kiss, "Much better."

All too soon lunch was finished, and it was Hermione's turn to pout and sigh, "Time to go back to class, love. I'll see you at dinner." And with that, they left the staff table to go back to their separate classrooms, on opposite sides of the castle.