Teacher's Week

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Summary:
Hermione is on her 7th year at Hogwarts. Everything runs smoothly. She continues to maintain her very high grades and even has break up with Ron. Suddenly Dumbledore launches something totally unexpected. Can Hermione handle it?


Ok! Here’s chapter 1! Will update when I have reviews, thanks! Don’t forget, RnR!

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Chapter 1: Back At Hogwarts


‘Properties of the Lunagua Flower

‘The Lunagua Flower, also known as the Unicorn’s Blossom, is one of the few magical plants that are so rare and so powerful that few have ever seen it. Witches and witches alone, who are chaste and who posses a pure heart can have the pleasure of seeing, holding, and maybe even keeping the flower for herself. It is proven that witches who desire neither the riches that the flower can achieve them nor the glory will be able to behold the flower. It is only under the light of the full moon that this flower appears and is quite difficult to spot amongst the silvery mist that envelops its form as it floats atop certain lakes in Europe and Australia.

‘The flower is exquisite with leaves crystallized, as if they were frozen in the winter. The stem, which from afar appears translucent, coils itself elegantly around the base of the petals where a vial-like receptacle rests. The petals release a soft and almost discreet scent which differs among the witches who smell it. The scent is known to have an aroma which the witches are attracted to and find comfort in. Some witches have claimed that the flower smelled of the witches’ mother’s homemade pies, lavender soap, or more strangely: newly washed socks. The flower, minus the stem and leaves, are immaculately white and seem to shimmer in the moonlight……’

Hermione closed the book and rubbed her eyes. Her thirst for knowledge had once more taken over as she spent the entire morning poured over dozens of volumes with at least a thousand pages each. Even though her teachers were doing their job which was teaching her the prescribed curriculum of her year made by the Ministry of Magic, the information she gained just seemed lacking. It was after all, just enough for students her age, those of her year level. She felt that her teachers were depriving her of the knowledge she wanted, of the knowledge she felt she needed… well, most of them anyway.

There was only one teacher in her entire time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that had never seemed to deprive her of knowledge. And to think that Professor hated the shit out of her guts. But believe it or not, Hermione loathed the Professor too, because he was just too obnoxious. Every time shed ask the snarky Potions Master a question, he’d sneer, deduct points from her house, and then throw her detention with the latest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher or with the grumbling caretaker. But not once did she leave without an answer.

Hermione felt that not even her head of house, Professor McGonagall had given her as much information as she felt she needed. Professor Snape’s answers were never like that of the other teachers she turned to guidance from whose answer could easily be found after hours of searching in the school library. He would answer her scoffing but answers that were filled with passion and obvious experience. Possibly the Headmaster would have answered just as her Potions Master would, without the scoffing, that is. But it was Harry who had always been close to Professor Dumbledore, not her.

All of the sudden Hermione heard an ear-splitting siren that jerked her completely out of her thoughts. She smiled wondering who of the Gryffindor boys was foolish enough to try and enter the Girl’s Dormitories.

“Hermione!” a familiar voice bellowed “Hermione! I need to speak with you!” Oh no, it was Ron. Hermione’s smile faded when she realized whose voice it belonged to.

Right before everyone left for the Christmas holiday, Hermione decided it was time to end her relationship with her long-time best-friend and four-month-old boyfriend. They never got to talk about it since she broke up with him a second before the carriage left to take those returning home for Christmas to the Hogwarts Express. Ron was going home whereas Hermione decline the invitation to the Burrow; today was the day students returned to Hogwarts for the post-holiday feast.

Hermione never exactly felt comfortable dating Ron. She never had a brother but suppose she did, she knew that dating Ron would be just like dating her own brother. She put up with it for a while, thinking that she was just imagining those feelings. Probably one day, she would end up falling madly in love with Ron and having little Weasley’s of her own, or something along those lines. That was until he kissed her goodbye before leaving. She blanched just at the memory of it. It was truly like kissing her own brother. That’s when she broke it off.

It was her first kiss with Ron and she blew it. She knew she shouldn’t have just sprung the break-up with him just like that but she didn’t know how else to do it. She was never good at discretion anyway. Ron’s face haunted her the whole of the holidays. For the first few days she couldn’t eat or even sleep properly. He kept sending her flowers and little tokens that it broke her heart. He kept trying to figure out why Hermione had dumped him and despite her attempts to try and tell him, Mrs. Weasley blocked all her letters and banned her from flooing for communication.

She winced as she heard Ron holler for her. This was not going to turn out nicely. Probably she should just avoid confrontation completely and put a disillusionment charm on herself. And then what? Ron would keep yelling till McGonagall and Dumbledore thought that somebody had seriously been injured? She couldn’t turn away. She’d have to face him eventually. Plus, that was completely out of character for a Gryffindor to even think of. At that thought, Hermione ran from her room and faced a very red-faced Ron.

“Did I do something wrong, ‘Mione?” He hollered, Harry holding him back from charging at Hermione “Tell me, come on. I’ll make it up to you!”

“Ron, keep your voice down, please,” she replied tightly. “And no, you did not do anything wrong.”

“Then why’d you leave?” he said, calming down relatively.

“We’ll talk about it on our way to the feast.” She grabbed his arm and forced him out the common room, Harry at their tail. “People are staring for god’s sakes!”

“Why’d you leave, ‘Mione?” he asked her again

“Because, Ron,” Hermione sighed “your too much like a brother to me. I love you but in a different way. We have been through so much together that I treat you more of a sibling than I would if we were more than friends.”

Ron started to protest but Hermione continued in a much firmer voice.

“You and I don’t suit each other. You need a girl who can cook wonderful food to suit that appetite of yours. You need someone who maybe one day can produce you a lot of red-headed Weasley’s. I can’t and won’t do that, Ron. I want someone who can challenge me mentally as well as emotionally. Being in a relationship together just doesn’t suit us at all. I still don’t know what I’m looking for in a guy and most probably won’t be wanting a partner till I finish my post-graduate classes. You should know by now that that’s what I’ve wanted my whole life. I live and breathe on knowledge alone. You can't give that to me, Ron, no matter how hard you try.

“Plus, I don’t want you to try. If you do, you won’t be the Ron I love. You are my Ronald Weasley, my best friend. I don’t want that to change by some breakup. And truly, you’re too much of a brother for me to even think of anything beyond friendship. Please, try to see my point.” Hermione finished off looking suddenly desperate.

Ron had a frown smeared on his face. He didn’t know what to say. He never really thought Hermione felt this way. He never actually considered what she was feeling, come to think of it. His ego just felt a little bruised. He always had a little crush on his fellow Gryffindor and he just decided to peruse it. He knew he’d end up breaking-up with her soon but he never thought she’d break up with him.

“Oh, all right, ‘Mione…” Ron finally spoke up as they reached the doors of the Great Hall “I sort of see your point. I’m hungry. Lets eat!”

Hermione’s eyes went wide and her face contorted with disgust. How could he just drop it like that after the scene he put her through? She turned to Harry who just shrugged his shoulders. She could never understand boys. She thought he’d at least show a little more emotion to her then towards the feast that was about to begin.

She placed her fingers to her temples. Her migraine was bigger than she thought. She would have to go to Madam Pomfrey later for that.

“Miss Granger,” She spun around.

“Good evening, Professor McGonagall,” Hermione said to the witch who approached her.

“Good evening as well,” the Professor nodded her head as she stopped in front of Hermione. “Right after the feast, you will report immediately to Professor Snape’s office in the dungeons. I trust you know where that is?”

“Yes, Professor,” Hermione hesitated before adding: “Did I do something wrong, Professor?”


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So there you have Chapter 1 folks! I created the Lunagua flower. Yeszzers! Something mine! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! REVIEW PLEASE!!!