this chapter is the teachers pov of chapter 7. comment who you think will win the bet! ;)
also, thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far!
Minerva McGongall walked to the teachers table after her chat with Hermione. She was glad that inter house unity was spreading. She had been worried that there would be even more fighting between the houses but her worries had proven false. Sure, there had been some less than great comments at the sorting ceremony towards Slytherin, but Hermione had handled it perfectly. After her speech at the ceremony, there had been no fighting whatsoever but it was still the first day. Who knew what trouble would stir up? Especially since the golden trio was still at Hogwarts.
"Alright there, Minerva?" Flitwick asked, pulling her from her thoughts
"Yes Fillius" McGongall replied, taking a seat
"Is that Ms Granger sitting at the Slytherin table?!" Sprout asked, shocked.
Mcgonagall chuckled softly. She had had the same reaction herself. But, she shouldn't really be surprised, should she? Hermione had always been the logical one. She seemed to have moved past old prejudices and actually made friends with some of the Slytherins. The one thing that came as a shock, was that she had befriended Draco Malfoy and his group of friends. But she had always been full of surprises.
"It is" McGonagall confirmed.
The teachers watched as Ron walked over and started to cause a scene. They all wanted to intervene, but knew it would be better if they sorted it out themselves. All self restraint, however, flew out the window when Ron almost slapped Hermione. They had all whipped their wands out and started to get up, but sat back down when they saw that Draco had handled it. That was another shock, as well as how Blaise, Theo, Astoria and Pansy stood up for Hermione. Coming from her past tormentors, that was a lot.
All three teachers wore identical smirks when they saw Draco gaze longingly at Hermione. They all had suspicions that the two had feelings for each other.
"50 galleons that they get together before Christmas" Flitwick said.
"70 galleons that they get together by New Years" McGonagall said.
"82 galleons that they get together by March" Sprout said.
The other two stared at Sprout.
"What?" she asked cluelessly.
"Why 82?" McGonagall asked.
Sprout shrugged. Flitwick and, McGonagall shared an eye roll.
"Alright then" McGonagall said, turning back to her food. The others followed her. Flitwick and Sprout spent the rest of lunch arguing about who would win the bet, and McGongall spent it ignoring both of them.