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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
36
Views:
6,360
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not or will ever own Harry Potter nor gain profit for this fanfiction. This is only for fun and all credit goes to J.K. Rowling and her amazing crew. I only have ownership of the plot and one character. That's it, enjoy
Chapter Twelve
Author's Note:
Just keep enjoying and I keep writing.
Ciao
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Chapter Twelve
(Only the Best)
The performance professor was on the prowl, especially for the dance section.
“Bend those legs, Weasley!” She commanded hitting the back of his knees with the yard stick she transfigured from an old rock.
Ron yelped painfully, but compelled bending those knees like a professional dancer he wished he wasn’t.
He still hasn’t recovered properly since his vigorous training with Hermione.
Next to him, Draco snickered at the Gryffindor.
He definitely was enjoying the punishment the professor’s handling to the others.
Thank god he’s perfect at everything, especially dancing.
He added flare into his dance move. No one can make contemporary look this good.
“What in Merlin’s name are you doing, Mr. Malfoy?” Came the professor’s snappish tone when she stopped by him.
The blond smirked, good she noticed his talent. “It’s called dancing, professor. I’m sure you are use to this style.”
She glared at the smug boy. He’s just like his father. “I know what dancing is, Mr. Malfoy. What I like to know is why you aren’t following my instructions.”
“Dancing is an art and I’m an artist. It’s my duty to perfect the art and since I’m the best dancer in this group of amateurs, I cannot let my talent be lowered by their inexperience.”
Yep…he’s definitely the spawn of Lucius Malfoy.
“Well Mr. Malfoy, I hate to ruin whatever sick fantasy you enjoy creating in the small space you called your mind, but you are not the best dancer in this group of amateurs.”
Draco scoffed. “It’s alright professor, these losers can handle constructive criticism. No need to be nice to them.”
She laughed and pointed her yard stick at Neville Longbottom.
“Thirteen years in the dancing business and quite famous throughout Europe. Since I can't stand your self-centered attitude, I think it's time for you to get Mr. Longbottom. How does tutoring down, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco looked at the clumsy oaf in disbelief. Neville Longbottom, a professional?
It can’t be true.
Wait...did she say tutoring?
Just keep enjoying and I keep writing.
Ciao
~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~
Chapter Twelve
(Only the Best)
The performance professor was on the prowl, especially for the dance section.
“Bend those legs, Weasley!” She commanded hitting the back of his knees with the yard stick she transfigured from an old rock.
Ron yelped painfully, but compelled bending those knees like a professional dancer he wished he wasn’t.
He still hasn’t recovered properly since his vigorous training with Hermione.
Next to him, Draco snickered at the Gryffindor.
He definitely was enjoying the punishment the professor’s handling to the others.
Thank god he’s perfect at everything, especially dancing.
He added flare into his dance move. No one can make contemporary look this good.
“What in Merlin’s name are you doing, Mr. Malfoy?” Came the professor’s snappish tone when she stopped by him.
The blond smirked, good she noticed his talent. “It’s called dancing, professor. I’m sure you are use to this style.”
She glared at the smug boy. He’s just like his father. “I know what dancing is, Mr. Malfoy. What I like to know is why you aren’t following my instructions.”
“Dancing is an art and I’m an artist. It’s my duty to perfect the art and since I’m the best dancer in this group of amateurs, I cannot let my talent be lowered by their inexperience.”
Yep…he’s definitely the spawn of Lucius Malfoy.
“Well Mr. Malfoy, I hate to ruin whatever sick fantasy you enjoy creating in the small space you called your mind, but you are not the best dancer in this group of amateurs.”
Draco scoffed. “It’s alright professor, these losers can handle constructive criticism. No need to be nice to them.”
She laughed and pointed her yard stick at Neville Longbottom.
“Thirteen years in the dancing business and quite famous throughout Europe. Since I can't stand your self-centered attitude, I think it's time for you to get Mr. Longbottom. How does tutoring down, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco looked at the clumsy oaf in disbelief. Neville Longbottom, a professional?
It can’t be true.
Wait...did she say tutoring?