A/N. So here's another chapter, after this I will post a chapter a day. Can't be too sure on times, but hopefully I will have time to post a chapter a day! Again, review, review, and review some more! First time posting my written works, and I'd love to know if its being appreciated, even if its just a word or two. Enjoy!
"Four years later"
Hermione Granger looked up at Hogwarts from behind the gate, admiring how the castle looked in the setting sun. She sighed, remembering all that had happened behind its walls, and all that had happened since. She frowned slightly, recalling why her and Ron never worked out, and how stressful her classes at the University of London had been. Four years of advanced Defensive magic, Potions, Athrimancy and Herbology. She was ready, she thought as she pushed the gate open.
Ready to do what she had wanted to do since the end of the war; Teach Defense against the Dark Arts.
Hermione entered the Great Hall, pleasantly surprised to see how well the school had been fixed up after the war and the devastation it had caused to the castle. She smiled, recalling how determined Headmistress McGonagall can be when she desires something done. As she walked through the castle, headed towards the Headmistress's office, she grinned again. Remembering all that had happened in the castle, the good and the bad. She finally came up to the gargoyle that guarded the office, and stated her name and purpose. The gargoyle shuffled aside, allowing her access to the office. She opened the door to see the headmistress sitting behind her desk, studying something written on a piece of parchment.
She looked up, and smiled.
"Ms. Granger! Welcome, come, have a seat. It is so good to see you!"
Hermione walked up to the desk. "Hello, headmistress," she said, barely containing her excitement at seeing her old Head of House. "I am so glad to be back!"
Minerva smiled, and ushered her into a seat. "How was University?" she asked.
As she sat down, Hermione grimaced in a comical way. "Absolutely brilliant. 12 hour days, constant homework, no time to myself. Exactly what I love"
The headmistress chuckled as she passed Hermione a cup of tea. "Yes, I remember that sort of thing was right up your alley."
Setting her bags down beside her, Hermione gratefully took the cup and leaned back into her seat. "Well, you know. Anyways, how has the school been faring?"
Minerva took a sip from her own cup, setting it down on the desk afterwards. "Excellently," she stated proudly. "More and more students come every year, and I must say it feels good to watch the old House rivalries continue on. Some things never change"
"Yeah, some things," Hermione replied. "I have to say, I was absolutely ecstatic when you owled me back so quickly!"
The headmistress frowned slightly. "Yes, well it seems as though the old Defense against the Dark Arts curse is still in place. The last 4 years have seen a different teacher every year."
She paused to take another sip. "I hope you can break the streak, Ms. Granger."
Hermione smirked as she reached for a biscuit. "So do I Professor! I really am terribly excited about this year," she was practically bouncing in her seat, and Minerva couldn't hold back a smile. Some things really don't change.
"Well then, Professor Granger. We are happy to have you teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Minerva said with an amused expression. "As excited as we both are, I am sure you would like to peruse your new quarters before it gets too late."
Hermione nodded, recognizing the dismissal. As she stood she reached across and shook the headmistress's hand. "Thank you, Professor. I can't wait to start!"
Minerva chuckled. "I'm sure you cannot. Good night, Professor Granger."
Hermione turned to leave, grabbing her bags on the way out. "Goodnight!" She reached the door and was stopped by the sound of Minerva's voice.
"Oh, Professor, you should probably know that your office and classroom are situated on the third floor, and your quarters are behind the portrait of the knight next to the classroom. Merely say who you are and the portrait will open," Minerva said.
Hermione nodded. "Thank you Professor! I will see you in the Great Hall tomorrow morning, no doubt."
With that, she left, shutting the door behind her. Hermione took a deep breath, and set out for the third floor to investigate her new quarters. Arriving at the classroom, she looked in. It remained exactly how it was when she was in school. She looked around, noting where she could put various items.
Hermione went up to the desk, and sat down in the chair behind it. She started to hum, imagining classes and how teaching her favorite subject would be.
"Ahh," she said to the empty classroom. "It really is good to be back."