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r+h4ever1 · 06-04-2004, 11:58 PM

lol. well i'm glad someone likes it! I just saw PoA and it's really good... a little disappointing for an obsessing fan, but it is AWESOME! you guys gotta see it! now back to the trio....

The three headed for the Great Hall together and used code names and phrases to talk about the Order’s latest strategies. As they passed through the corridors, Harry and Ron uneasily noticed that people were looking at them and whispering. Boys stopped in their tracks looking stunned, dazed, and transfixed. Girls looked on in disbelief and jealousy. Ron caught two Ravenclaw boys staring and whispering, "WOW! Look how hot did she got!" "Wondered what happened to her." "Guess she's been holding out on us; holding concealed weapons."

Hermione took no notice, busy hoisting her bag repeatedly up her shoulder. An enraged Ron glared at the admirers. “Now they notice her," he grumbled disgustedly. Harry chortled in his wake. They made it to the Great Hall, and Hermione continued to unknowingly turn heads. Unfortunately, they happened to run into their least favorite person... Draco Malfoy.

His bigger, and no doubt dumber, cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, surrounded him as usual. With an immense lack of grace and tact, he stepped in their way as they tried to avoid him. They were not afraid of him, but Harry thought it best for Malfoy’s health if they steered clear. Hermione glared at him. Yet, like her own two best friends, she couldn’t help but notice that Malfoy had grown considerably over the summer. Taller with a strong look about him, Malfoy looked, dare she say it, attractive? Repulsive as the thought was, she couldn’t deny it fully. His hair no longer inhabited four bottles of gel, but was soft and hung in his face seductively over his cold grey eyes. She looked at him grimly and knew that no matter how much he had changed physically, the inside was still the same hard and cold mess. He was still the evil excuse for a human being.

"Oh goody," Malfoy smirked, crossing his arms across his chest. "It's Potty and Weasel and their Mudblood pet. Did you miss me?" He laughed coldly, Crabbe and Goyle sniggering behind him.

"You?" Hermione laughed harshly. "Why on earth would we waste a fragment of our lives missing a little ferret like you?"

Malfoy's cold steel grey eyes flickered dangerously as he turned toward her. She kept his cold gaze unflinching and stood her ground, preparing for an insult.

"Look boys," he said, addressing Crabbe and Goyle and surveying her up and down. "The Mudblood wanted me so bad that she attempted to actually look like a girl. How miserably she failed in this impossible task."

Hermione gave him a look of the deepest loathing, and Ron clenched his fists, beside himself with rage.

"Look Malfoy," he snarled. "Since we got your dear daddy in Azkaban, and now everyone knows what you and your family really are, you must forgive Hermione if she doesn't cry her eyes out if a great git like you doesn't fancy her."

Malfoy looked rather flustered and his pale face blushed pink as they laughed at him.

"Let's go," he muttered to his cronies, and they walked away, Malfoy casting nasty looks their way. They laughed all the way to the Gryffindor table. Hermione looked at a heavily breathing Ron as he tried to calm himself down. They took their seats and spooned out their breakfast. Hermione turned to her red-headed companion.

She leaned over and gave him a quick, one-armed hug and smiled, touched. "Thanks Ron."

"He can't keep treating you like that!" he muttered, looking into his breakfast.

Harry saw Ron's discomfort and changed the subject.

"Here're our schedules."

The trio looked theirs over and saw that the boys had Divination first. Harry looked up and groaned. "If Trelawney's back, I'm faking sick all year!" Hermione and Ron laughed and she got up, getting her bag ready to go.

"I'll see you in DADA okay?" she told them and headed to Arithmancy, flinging her bag over her shoulder yet again.

She was almost to the door, when a seventh year had purposely thrown his book in her way. Startled, Hermione bent down to pick it up. She grunted in discomfort as her heavy bag slipped again, but she straightened up and gave the guy his books.

"Thanks," he breathed with a goofy look on his face.

“You’re welcome,” Hermione smiled warmly and continued out of the Great Hall, the seventh year staring at her the whole way.

Ron saw this action and shoved his plate away from him. "I'm not so hungry anymore,” he groaned, holding his stomach.

Harry as Ron shoved his books into his bag furiously, muttering darkly to himself.

He’s got it bad. Harry thought. He gave a loud sigh and addressed Ron out loud. "I wonder who our DADA teacher will be. He wasn't there last night was he?"

Ron shook his head and replied, "I just hope Dumbledore picked someone normal."

Harry silently agreed, remembering his past teachers. Together he and Ron made their way to the North Tower, one of them thinking of DADA and the other of the dazzling sight of a very good friend.
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Hermione sat in Professor Vector's Arithmancy class and tried to concentrate. For the first time in her life, she was bored. Vector reviewed lessons she had already learned and mastered. Her mind tried to focus her attention on her teacher, but drifted to her best friends. Harry had seemed perfectly genial, but she sensed something was wrong with Ron. And it wasn’t just at breakfast. He had acted peculiar all summer, being normal one minute then all formal the next. She thought it had gotten better the past few days, but his surliness and dull annoyance in the Great Hall confused her. Frowning in frustration, she decided it was merely a "guy" thing, or a phase he would soon finish. She sighed and looked out the window into the lovely day that enhanced Hogwarts's extraordinary beauty. She looked forward to Herbology when they could go outside for lessons. She enjoyed the sunshine warming the greenhouse and the sound of Professor Sprout’s praises filling her ears. She smiled contentedly. She missed this place. She was so pleased to be back and have school to focus on…not just Harry and the Prophecy.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a book two clunks at her feet. She looked southward and saw two Arithmancy lying by her shoes. She peered up to find Ernie Macmillan and a boy from Hufflepuff looking at her dazed and dreamily. Confused as to how they could have dropped two heavy textbooks, she picked them up and handed each to its rightful owner.

"Thanks," they breathed much like the seventh year in the Great Hall.

Hermione gave them a half-smile, and turned her attention back to Professor Vector, trying to ignore some of the stares that came her way. She supposed they wanted to ask questions about the Ministry like so many of her classmates. But, she didn’t want to relive that again. She was glad when the bell rang, and she headed speedily for the DADA room. People glanced at her funny and her brow furrowed, but smoothed when she met up with the boys. They waved at her, and she made her way to talk a seat beside Harry.

“How was your first lesson?” Hermione asked them, pulling out her defense book.

"Trelawney's back," Harry moaned. "But, good news is she didn't predict my death!"

"Yeah," Ron smirked. "I think she's going for Neville now. After what happened in the Ministry, people think that he’s been cursed or something."

Sure enough, Neville walked by looking extremely uneasy.

“I think a lot of people are talking about what happened at the Ministry,” Hermione whispered, leaning forward to the boys. “I think we should prepare ourselves for questions. A lot of people have been giving me funny looks all day.”

Ron opened his mouth to respond, but Harry interrupted him. He didn’t want them to get into a fight right before class. Instead, he directed their attention to the room around them.

“Hey, have you noticed the new decorations?”

For the first time, Hermione scanned her surroundings. The room was different, as it always was when a new teacher occupied it. But this had a completely different feel. It was blood red and dark. Rather humid, the room gave off a masculine and hard feeling. The shelves sported many different books and devises, and the walls, they were shocked to see, held numerous moving photos of professional Quidditch teams. Ron rattled off team names and discussions with Seamus and Harry, while Hermione continued to gaze around the room. She caught Lavender’s gaze, who gave her a smile and thumbs up. Hermione nodded solemnly and stared at the door, waiting expectantly for the teacher. After several minutes, the door knob turned and a tall, young man walked in.

He was athletic and strong, but slumped over a bit. His eyes were black, and he had deep and thick brown hair and eyebrows. He looked passed a rather large nose and nodded to them, sullenly, walking forward, slightly duck-footed. Harry and Ron both felt a painful grip on their wrists. They turned to see Hermione cut off their circulation, her eyes wide and wondrous. She let in a small gasp of surprise and glee as she gently whispered breathlessly. "Viktor."

That's it for now. Hope you like it.
Shannon

06-04-2004, 11:58 PM	#6 (permalink)
r+h4ever1 Fan Fic Queen Niffler Location: The Burrow / La Push Join Date: May 2004 Posts: 2,753 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annabelle McClorey	Chapter 2: The Dark Arts Teacher lol. well i'm glad someone likes it! I just saw PoA and it's really good... a little disappointing for an obsessing fan, but it is AWESOME! you guys gotta see it! now back to the trio.... The three headed for the Great Hall together and used code names and phrases to talk about the Order’s latest strategies. As they passed through the corridors, Harry and Ron uneasily noticed that people were looking at them and whispering. Boys stopped in their tracks looking stunned, dazed, and transfixed. Girls looked on in disbelief and jealousy. Ron caught two Ravenclaw boys staring and whispering, "WOW! Look how hot did she got!" "Wondered what happened to her." "Guess she's been holding out on us; holding concealed weapons." Hermione took no notice, busy hoisting her bag repeatedly up her shoulder. An enraged Ron glared at the admirers. “Now they notice her," he grumbled disgustedly. Harry chortled in his wake. They made it to the Great Hall, and Hermione continued to unknowingly turn heads. Unfortunately, they happened to run into their least favorite person... Draco Malfoy. His bigger, and no doubt dumber, cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, surrounded him as usual. With an immense lack of grace and tact, he stepped in their way as they tried to avoid him. They were not afraid of him, but Harry thought it best for Malfoy’s health if they steered clear. Hermione glared at him. Yet, like her own two best friends, she couldn’t help but notice that Malfoy had grown considerably over the summer. Taller with a strong look about him, Malfoy looked, dare she say it, attractive? Repulsive as the thought was, she couldn’t deny it fully. His hair no longer inhabited four bottles of gel, but was soft and hung in his face seductively over his cold grey eyes. She looked at him grimly and knew that no matter how much he had changed physically, the inside was still the same hard and cold mess. He was still the evil excuse for a human being. "Oh goody," Malfoy smirked, crossing his arms across his chest. "It's Potty and Weasel and their Mudblood pet. Did you miss me?" He laughed coldly, Crabbe and Goyle sniggering behind him. "You?" Hermione laughed harshly. "Why on earth would we waste a fragment of our lives missing a little ferret like you?" Malfoy's cold steel grey eyes flickered dangerously as he turned toward her. She kept his cold gaze unflinching and stood her ground, preparing for an insult. "Look boys," he said, addressing Crabbe and Goyle and surveying her up and down. "The Mudblood wanted me so bad that she attempted to actually look like a girl. How miserably she failed in this impossible task." Hermione gave him a look of the deepest loathing, and Ron clenched his fists, beside himself with rage. "Look Malfoy," he snarled. "Since we got your dear daddy in Azkaban, and now everyone knows what you and your family really are, you must forgive Hermione if she doesn't cry her eyes out if a great git like you doesn't fancy her." Malfoy looked rather flustered and his pale face blushed pink as they laughed at him. "Let's go," he muttered to his cronies, and they walked away, Malfoy casting nasty looks their way. They laughed all the way to the Gryffindor table. Hermione looked at a heavily breathing Ron as he tried to calm himself down. They took their seats and spooned out their breakfast. Hermione turned to her red-headed companion. She leaned over and gave him a quick, one-armed hug and smiled, touched. "Thanks Ron." "He can't keep treating you like that!" he muttered, looking into his breakfast. Harry saw Ron's discomfort and changed the subject. "Here're our schedules." The trio looked theirs over and saw that the boys had Divination first. Harry looked up and groaned. "If Trelawney's back, I'm faking sick all year!" Hermione and Ron laughed and she got up, getting her bag ready to go. "I'll see you in DADA okay?" she told them and headed to Arithmancy, flinging her bag over her shoulder yet again. She was almost to the door, when a seventh year had purposely thrown his book in her way. Startled, Hermione bent down to pick it up. She grunted in discomfort as her heavy bag slipped again, but she straightened up and gave the guy his books. "Thanks," he breathed with a goofy look on his face. “You’re welcome,” Hermione smiled warmly and continued out of the Great Hall, the seventh year staring at her the whole way. Ron saw this action and shoved his plate away from him. "I'm not so hungry anymore,” he groaned, holding his stomach. Harry as Ron shoved his books into his bag furiously, muttering darkly to himself. He’s got it bad. Harry thought. He gave a loud sigh and addressed Ron out loud. "I wonder who our DADA teacher will be. He wasn't there last night was he?" Ron shook his head and replied, "I just hope Dumbledore picked someone normal." Harry silently agreed, remembering his past teachers. Together he and Ron made their way to the North Tower, one of them thinking of DADA and the other of the dazzling sight of a very good friend. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Hermione sat in Professor Vector's Arithmancy class and tried to concentrate. For the first time in her life, she was bored. Vector reviewed lessons she had already learned and mastered. Her mind tried to focus her attention on her teacher, but drifted to her best friends. Harry had seemed perfectly genial, but she sensed something was wrong with Ron. And it wasn’t just at breakfast. He had acted peculiar all summer, being normal one minute then all formal the next. She thought it had gotten better the past few days, but his surliness and dull annoyance in the Great Hall confused her. Frowning in frustration, she decided it was merely a "guy" thing, or a phase he would soon finish. She sighed and looked out the window into the lovely day that enhanced Hogwarts's extraordinary beauty. She looked forward to Herbology when they could go outside for lessons. She enjoyed the sunshine warming the greenhouse and the sound of Professor Sprout’s praises filling her ears. She smiled contentedly. She missed this place. She was so pleased to be back and have school to focus on…not just Harry and the Prophecy. Her thoughts were interrupted by a book two clunks at her feet. She looked southward and saw two Arithmancy lying by her shoes. She peered up to find Ernie Macmillan and a boy from Hufflepuff looking at her dazed and dreamily. Confused as to how they could have dropped two heavy textbooks, she picked them up and handed each to its rightful owner. "Thanks," they breathed much like the seventh year in the Great Hall. Hermione gave them a half-smile, and turned her attention back to Professor Vector, trying to ignore some of the stares that came her way. She supposed they wanted to ask questions about the Ministry like so many of her classmates. But, she didn’t want to relive that again. She was glad when the bell rang, and she headed speedily for the DADA room. People glanced at her funny and her brow furrowed, but smoothed when she met up with the boys. They waved at her, and she made her way to talk a seat beside Harry. “How was your first lesson?” Hermione asked them, pulling out her defense book. "Trelawney's back," Harry moaned. "But, good news is she didn't predict my death!" "Yeah," Ron smirked. "I think she's going for Neville now. After what happened in the Ministry, people think that he’s been cursed or something." Sure enough, Neville walked by looking extremely uneasy. “I think a lot of people are talking about what happened at the Ministry,” Hermione whispered, leaning forward to the boys. “I think we should prepare ourselves for questions. A lot of people have been giving me funny looks all day.” Ron opened his mouth to respond, but Harry interrupted him. He didn’t want them to get into a fight right before class. Instead, he directed their attention to the room around them. “Hey, have you noticed the new decorations?” For the first time, Hermione scanned her surroundings. The room was different, as it always was when a new teacher occupied it. But this had a completely different feel. It was blood red and dark. Rather humid, the room gave off a masculine and hard feeling. The shelves sported many different books and devises, and the walls, they were shocked to see, held numerous moving photos of professional Quidditch teams. Ron rattled off team names and discussions with Seamus and Harry, while Hermione continued to gaze around the room. She caught Lavender’s gaze, who gave her a smile and thumbs up. Hermione nodded solemnly and stared at the door, waiting expectantly for the teacher. After several minutes, the door knob turned and a tall, young man walked in. He was athletic and strong, but slumped over a bit. His eyes were black, and he had deep and thick brown hair and eyebrows. He looked passed a rather large nose and nodded to them, sullenly, walking forward, slightly duck-footed. Harry and Ron both felt a painful grip on their wrists. They turned to see Hermione cut off their circulation, her eyes wide and wondrous. She let in a small gasp of surprise and glee as she gently whispered breathlessly. "Viktor." That's it for now. Hope you like it. Shannon Last edited by r+h4ever1 : 01-31-2008 at 10:06 PM.