(A/N: Hey there, guys! Here's the next chapter for this story. Now, since I posted the last chapter, my inbox has exploded with a lot of questions pertaining to me putting 5sos in the story. I'm going to answer all the questions in this note. So here are the reasons I put them in this story:

1.) I'm trying to make this story somewhat musically-centered (I know it doesn't seem that way now, but it will in later chapters).

2.) I want to expose my readers to some new bands and other kinds of music.

3.) In the fics I've read, something like this hasn't been done before so I thought, "why the fuck not?"

4.) 5sos is my favorite band and they've made me happy when I'm feeling depressed. Because of this, I want these boys to serve as a form of comic relief (Idk if I'm doing a good job on that, but I'm trying).

5.) Wizard 5sos got me feeling some way...unf

6.) I do what I want because I'm punk rock.

Now that that's been cleared up, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I just realized that I have 11 days until my last year of high school starts. What the fuck, bro. My plan to get hotter over the summer failed, once again. Remember to follow, favorite, and leave a comment! Enjoy ^_^)

Chapter 13: This Charming Man

Hermione jolted out of bed with beads of sweat on her forehead. Realizing that she had another nightmare, she calmed down and checked her clock. 5:06. She looked out the window and saw that the sun had not come up yet; it was still a bit dark outside.

Since she couldn't get back to sleep, she decided to take a shower and get ready for the day. Hermione quickly made her bed and hurried to find her school uniform. In the midst of her scramble, a bright red glow emanated from the diary top of the desk.

The Head Girl sat at her desk and opened the diary with her locket. Shortly after opening the diary, she quickly skimmed the latest message.

I couldn't sleep. Are you awake?

Wanting to reply, she searched through the drawers to find a quill set with a full pot of ink. She dipped her quill into the well of ink and scribbled her response .

Now I am.

Seconds later, a new message appeared before her tired eyes.

I'm sorry. Did I wake you?

Hermione wrote her reply as soon as she read the message.

No. I was already awake.

Is everything okay?

For now.

She sighed and closed her diary before retrieving her bathroom necessities from her trunk. Opening the door slowly, she saw that Draco was not in the bathroom. Smiling to herself, she stepped into the empty bathroom and closed the door behind her. A small shudder ran up her spine as her bare foot touched the cold marble floor.

Since Draco occupied the bathroom the night before she never got the chance to see what was inside. The bathroom was fairly big with a gigantic glass shower to the right of the large, white tub. There were two sets of sinks with brown drawers, a medicine cabinet, and a mirror. In the center of the other wall was a single toilet with towel racks on both sides of it.

Eager to wake herself up, Hermione turned on the water in the shower and set it to a warm temperature. After she stripped off her pajamas, she stepped into the warm, steamy shower.

By five-thirty, she was fully dressed and her hair was completely dried. Next, she gathered her books, her self-inking quills, a few rolls of parchment, her diary, and her iPod. Hermione placed her earbuds in her ear and played a random song. She walked to her nightstand, took her wand from the top, and hid it in her robe. With her bag on her shoulder and her music playing, she was out the door. On her way out, she checked the bulletin board next to the portrait door for her timetable. Shortly after taking her timetable, she quietly walked out the portrait hole, making sure she didn't wake anyone up. As she took a glimpse of the Grand Staircase, she noticed that she was the only one.

Her footsteps echoed as she walked to the only place where she could find solitude, the library. The Head Girl smiled to herself, knowing that Madam Pince allowed her to come to the library whenever she pleased. Opening the door, she inhaled the aroma of books. With a slow exhale, she made her way to the section containing muggle novels. While moving through the aisles, she removed her earbuds, and tried to think of a book that she hasn't read before. She brought her face close to the books to read their spines. After what felt like forever, she finally found a novel that she's never heard of.

Hermione whispered, "The Glass Castle." She traced the paperback cover of the book and flipped some of the pages rapidly. "Sounds interesting and it looks like no one's ever touched it. What a shame!"

She grinned from ear to ear as she brought the book over to an empty table in the quietest section of the library. Hermione opened the book and began reading, eager to get lost in the literary world.

Before she realized how much she read, she noticed that breakfast was going to start. She walked quickly up to Madam Pince and checked out the book. The librarian smiled as Hermione fast walked out the door.

Hermione was one of the first people to enter the Great Hall. Smiling to herself, she grabbed two spoonfuls of scrambled eggs, two pieces of bacon, and a piece of toast. After studying her timetable, she opened up The Glass Castle and picked up where she left off.

"'Mione," a deep voice croaked.

Hermione looked up from her book to be met with the troubled eyes of Ron Weasley. Rolling her eyes, she returned to her book. "What do you want," she drawled from behind the book.

"I just want to say that I'm sorry," he began, "for everything."

"No you're not," she said simply.

"You don't believe me," he asked. When she didn't respond to him, he sat down in front of her. "If I'm not sorry, why did I get into a big argument with Lavender about the way she treated you?"

Hermione put her book down and looked back at the boy in front of her. "You two got in a fight," she questioned going wide-eyed and astounded.

Ron nodded. "Last night after we showed the first years to the common room," he confirmed. "After they went to get settled into their rooms, Lavender kept putting her hands on me and I told her that I wasn't into it. Then she got offended and asked if it was because of you. I told her that she sounded ridiculous and that she needed to calm down."

"She's insane," Hermione groaned, rubbing her temples with her fingers.

Ron continued, "Then she started saying things like 'Why do you even like her,' 'and 'When are you going to realize that Granger is just bringing you down.'"

"And then," she urged, leaning forward a bit.

"I got sick of her saying things like that and I said to her, 'She's not the one bringing me down, you are! I'm sick of you talking about her like that. Hermione is my best friend, and if you think I'm going to ruin my friendship with her over you, you're fucking mad!' She got upset and started yelling at me and when she saw that I was ignoring her, she yelled at me some more. Only this time, her shouting attracted attention so almost all of Gryffindor came down to the common room to see what was happening."

Hermione nodded, indicating that she was still listening.

"She kept saying how you're just some attention seeking slut and I asked her, 'Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?'"

Hermione giggled, "Really?"

Ron laughed along with her, "Yeah, then she lunged to attack me, but Ginny and Seamus held her back."

"You should've seen her face," Seamus cut in, giggling. He sat down next to Ron and served himself some food.

"Yeah, it was pretty funny," Ginny added, sitting next to Hermione.

Ron cut in, "But it gets better. I broke up with her after that."

Harry sat down next to Hermione and engaged in the conversation. "But then Lavender got angrier and threw a book as Ron turned away."

"She didn't," Hermione gasped, her hand in front of her mouth.

"You better believe she did," Seamus confirmed.

Harry put on a concerned demeanor on his face. "So are you and Ron okay?"

The two looked at each other and smiled before answering, "Yeah."

"I'm glad you guys worked it out," Harry admitted. "I don't know what I would've done if things got worse between you two."

"Neither would I," Ron made known. "I don't know how much longer I could take being with Lavender."

As the five giggled, they could feel the atmosphere growing tense around them. Hermione raised her cup to drink, but before the liquid could meet her lips someone from behind pushed her forward, causing the drink to spill over her uniform.

A high-pitched giggle emitted from the person as they walked away. Hermione turned around, her eyes narrowed into angry slits. "When are you going to grow up, Lavender?"

The blonde girl turned around and screeched, "When are you going to stop stealing boyfriends?"

"Look, Lavender, she didn't steal me away, okay? You fucked up," Ron exclaimed, "plain and simple."

"Tell her, Ron," Seamus cheered, lightly smacking the red-headed boy's back.

"Fuck you, Finnigan," Lavender hissed. She turned to Hermione and whispered, "I'd watch my back if I were you."

Hermione rolled her eyes and dismissively waved her hand at Lavender, without saying anything.

"Get lost, whore," Ginny chortled, causing the small group to erupt in laughter.

Lavender huffed and stomped away towards her group of friends.

"Hermione, are you okay," Harry asked, cleaning up the spilt beverage on the table.

"Harry, I'm fine. It's just Lavender," she assured, looking for her wand. Once she found her wand, she pointed the wand at her wet robes, and muttered a drying spell before talking to her fellow Gryffindors over breakfast.

At the Slytherin table, there were three boys that were watching the scene in front of them with great interest.

"Hey, Draco, how can you sit there and eat at a time like this," Theo chuckled, nudging his blonde friend.

The un-amused blonde shook his head while he bit into a piece of crispy bacon. "What are you playing at?"

"Just look up and you'll see for yourself," Blaise informed, smiling.

The Head Boy took a chance and listened to his friend. After looking up he barely caught sight of that blonde-headed bitch giving Hermione a hard shove. His jaw tightened as he watched the scene unfold. "What does she think she's doing," Draco asked, referring to Lavender.

"I don't know mate, but I'd keep an eye on her if I were you," Theo advised. "Brown seems pretty serious."

"Brown will probably move on to another guy and forget all about her," Blaise dismissed.

"Get lost, whore," the boys heard Ginny shout. They snickered and watched Lavender stomp away.

"I don't know about her," Draco grumbled.

The three friends carried on with breakfast until they saw Hermione get up from the table and walked out the Great Hall.

"Dray, make sure she's okay," Blaise commanded, pulling Draco up by his robes.

"I was going to," Draco retorted, darting after Hermione. "She's probably going to Charms."

As Draco followed Hermione to their first class, he made sure to stay as far behind as possible to ensure that she doesn't know that she's being followed. It wasn't hard for Draco to stay hidden due to the fact that most of the students were already headed for their classes.

When Draco finally entered the Charms classroom, there were already some students present. He watched as Hermione took her usual seat in the front and center of the classroom. He decided to stay in the back of the classroom and stare at the desktop until the class started.

About ten minutes later, all the seats in the class were filled, and Professor Flitwick walked in.

"Good morning, students. Welcome to your first class of your seventh year at Hogwarts," Flitwick cheerfully greeted. "Before we start learning any new charms, let's review everything we've learned! I've assigned you guys partners to help you review."

Each of the students turned to their best friend in the class and gave them knowing smirks, indicating non-verbally that they wanted to be their partner.

Flitwick cleared his throat and read off the pairs off a piece of paper. "Once I finish reading off the names, meet up with your partner and start reviewing."

The class nodded and waited for him to assign them their partners.

"Theodore Nott and Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnigan, Blaise Zabini and Calum Hood, Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson, Luke Hemmings and Neville Longbottom," the professor listed.

Each of the students turned to their partner-some happy with their partner and others not.

"Ron Weasley and Pavarti Patil, Hermione Granger and Ashton Irwin, Draco Malfoy and Michael Clifford," Flitwick continued.

Draco sat in his seat, fuming as he dreaded working with one of those four idiots in that band.

After Professor Flitwick read off all the names, he told the class to go to their partners and practice.

Hermione walked over to Ashton in the back of the room and greeted him. "Morning, Ash, ready to start?"

He nodded and beamed, "Let's do this!" He reached into his robes and took out a drumstick, earning a confused glare from Hermione.

"Uh Ash, where's your wand?"

"This is my wand," he responded, twirling the drumstick with his fingers.

Hermione gave Ashton an impressed grin. "That's brilliant," she admitted. "Now, let's get started," she proposed enthusiastically as she took out her wand.

Meanwhile, Draco was angrily glaring at how friendly Ashton was getting with Hermione. Why is that prick using a drumstick as a wand?

A voice snapped, "Oi, Draco, quit daydreaming!"

Draco turned his head growled, "Don't call me Draco, Skunk Boy. We are not mates, so piss off!"

"Some Head Boy you are," Michael scoffed. "Can we just work and get it over with?"

"Whatever," Draco seethed, taking his wand out. "Why I got to be stuck with working with an idiot like you, I'll never know."

Deciding that he's had enough of Malfoy's spiteful remarks, he pointed his wand at the blonde and shouted, "Silencio!"

Draco tried to say something, but no sound came out, earning a satisfied smirk from Michael.

"Hey, guys, what do you think the new DADA teacher's like," Seamus asked before entering the classroom.

"Well, he seems nice," Hermione replied.

"As long as he isn't Snape, then he's fine," Neville stated.

"The only way to find out is to go inside," Hermione shrugged, opening the classroom door.

Upon entering the class, Hermione took a seat on one of the empty desk in the front. She turned to her right to face Harry and Ron, and began a conversation with them-which was cut short when Draco Malfoy took the seat next to her. He sat facing forward, waiting for the class to start.

The Head Girl narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him as the door to the classroom swung open. The students immediately stopped talking and turned to watch the professor as he walked to the front of the class.

"I'm Amon Deogol, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he stated, smiling. "Before taking this position I was working in the Department of Security at the Ministry."

The girls in the room stared at him dreamily, like they did when they had Gildroy Lockhart as a teacher. Hermione had to admit that he was rather good-looking.

"My goal for this year is to prepare you all for any possible situation you might encounter in the future," the professor lectured. "And the only way for you to be successful in this class is for you to practice every day."

The students stared blankly at the professor as he continued.

"Now, I want to assess where you guys stand as a class, so I'm giving out a little pop quiz."

As Deogol passed out the parchment, the students groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Alright, now I guess I can get rid of the quiz, but then I guess you all won't be prepared in the future," he sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

When the students said nothing and stared back at him, he smirked while still passing out the quizzes. "I thought so. You have ten minutes," he called out.

"Well, at least the quiz isn't about him," Ron whispered to Harry, who nodded in agreement before starting.

Everyone dipped their quills in their wells and began the quiz. While most of the students took a long time on the questions, Hermione answered every question quickly. Deogol noticed the speed that Hermione was answering the questions and eyed her with interest.

After checking her work over twice, she turned her quiz in before everyone else. Hermione grinned in self-satisfaction as she handed her quiz to the teacher. Deogol's dark eyes slowly scanned Hermione's backside as she walked back to her seat. The professor's eyebrows raised as his eyes stayed fixated on her bum.

Moments later, Draco finished his test and stood up to turn his test in. His arm brushed against Hermione's as he walked towards the teacher's desk. The Head Boy glowered at how the professor was eyeing Hermione's butt. He slammed his quiz down on the desk, instantly snapping the teacher's attention away from the young girl. Deogol threw a smirk at the boy that could rival the Slytherin's own signature smirk. He abruptly turned on his heel and walked back to his seat.

"Now that everyone has finished the quiz, I'll give you the rest of class to a head-start on tonight's homework," he explained. "After I finish grading these, I'll get a better understanding of where you guys are, and I'll start the lecture based on that."

For the remainder of class, the students worked silently on their homework. While the students packed up their things and started exiting the classroom for lunch, the professor called, "Hermione, may I have a word with you ?"

Hermione looked up and nodded before walking to the front of the class. Before leaving the class, Draco gave Deogol a dirty look. "I'm watching you, Amon," he muttered to himself.

The door to the classroom closed on its own, leaving Hermione and Deogol alone. "What did you need, Professor," she inquired.

Deogol put on a straight face. "Well, Miss Granger, I wanted to talk to you about your quiz," he began.

Worry lines, began to form on the girl's forehead. "Did I get a bad score," she panicked.

He chuckled at Hermione's reaction and assured her, "No, no, you did fine. Perfect score, actually, but I just want to ask you." Deogol eyed her critically and folded his arms over his chest. "There are some students that might need a bit of help."

He paused and walked over to her as she stood in the same spot. Deogol began speaking again. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in helping me tutor some of the students, considering that you are the brightest witch of your age," he spoke evenly.

Hermione thought about her answer for a moment before speaking. "I don't know, I mean I have a lot of things going on right now," she answered, still pondering.

Without her knowing, he walked behind her. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, causing her to shudder. "Are you sure," he asked, using a low, sultry voice.

"Ummm…"

He began slowly stroking her shoulders and upper arms with his large hands. Hermione shifted uncomfortably in an effort to get him to stop, but his hands continued slowly running up and down her arm. "Just consider it, love," he purred in her ear. "I'm willing to give you any extra credit points for every student who improves."

She never felt this uncomfortable in her life, and she wanted to get out of this situation by any means necessary. The longer she waited, the more uncomfortable she became. As her brain panicked, she could feel something hard poking her on the small of her back. Realizing what the state the professor was in, she inwardly freaked out. Although Hermione didn't want to help him tutor the students, she reluctantly agreed; she just wanted to get the hell out of the class. "O-okay, I'll think about it," she stammered, clearly still panicking.

The professor moved away from her and clapped his hands as he exclaimed, "Excellent!" He walked over behind his desk and sat at his chair. "Let me know if you decide to help me tutor the students."

Hermione stayed silent, but offered a small smile and nodded. "Now, go to lunch. You must be starving," he commanded.

Once she was dismissed, Hermione fast-walked toward the Great Hall. She had a look of guilt plastered on her face. While on the way there, she debated whether she should tell her friends what happened between her and Professor Deogol or not.

"Hey, 'Mione, over here," Harry called waving his arm.

Deciding against telling her friends, she joined Harry, Ron, Ginny, and her four Gryffindor roommates for lunch. From a distance, a blonde boy kept his eye on Hermione as he ate. Something's up and I'm going to find out what it is even if it kills me, he said to himself.