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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
29
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3,109
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12
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Chapter 15
Chapter 15
House Relations. No one had an idea what to make of the class but they all went dutifully. Harry and Draco were both still nursing headaches from their second day of Occulemency training. The two grinned at one another weakly, walking side by side from lunch, “Any clue?”
Draco shook his head, “None.”
Hermione met them at the door with Ron, “Excited?”
“Nervous.”
As traditional, she reached over and scratched Viola’s little chin in greeting. She nodded, then squared her shoulders, “Best get it over with then. It can’t be all bad, right?”
The boys looked dubious but followed her inside. Every house from third year. Draco winced minutely, un-thrilled. He was much happier in his role as teacher when addressing the other third years. Out of that role he was Draco and he wasn’t as comfortable in his own skin as he had once been, mostly because this year knew the side of him he wished had never happened.
Lupin sat on a desk, waving everyone to their seats and waiting for the last of them to arrive, “Welcome to House Relations. We’ve decided to add this class so that you will all become more familiar with your classmates. As this is third year, you are surly comfortable with your house mates but we want you to make friendships outside of your house.”
If looks could kill, the Slytherins would have killed Lupin long ago. The Hufflepuffs looked dubious but the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws just shrugged. Sure. Why not?
“Now, the Headmaster had mentioned a pen-Owl assignment, you will be turning that in next Friday, since you were all told to retain your letters.” Draco and Hermione exchanged alarmed looks. Oops. Pansy stiffened and Harry ran a hand through his hair. Damn. Ron raised a hand, “Mr. Weasley?”
The redhead looked flustered, “Uh, sir? What if...I didn’t...”
Raising an eyebrow, “Didn’t, Mr. Weasley? You didn’t follow the mandates of our Headmaster? Who was your partner?”
Looking at his shoes, “Goyle.”
Nodding, “Then I’ll see both of you after we’re done here.” Ron looked down miserably and sat back down, Draco felt bad for him. Almost as bad as he was feeling for himself, “Now, today we’ll be putting you in groups of five, to let you become familiar with your peers.” There were frowns, wondering who the we part of that equation but no one asked, “Now, Professor McGonagall will call out your names to separate you...”
***
The quartet of friends went up, right behind Ron and Greg Goyle in fact. Lupin was about to start questioning but froze, “Yes?”
Draco glanced to his friends, “We don’t have parchment to turn in.”
Lupin sighed, “Mr. M-er, Dumbledore...I assume you have a similar excuse.”
Frowning, “No, sir, we wrote to each other, but our conversations weren’t of a permanent nature so we don’t have anything to turn in.”
Raising an eyebrow, “I see...and how did this supposed conversation occur?”
Draco’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared, holding on tightly to his temper. He hated being called a liar because he rarely did, “Magic.”
Minerva frowned but Lupin snapped, “Five points from Ravenclaw for that attitude.” Draco all but stopped breathing, posture stiff and every bit that of Lucius Malfoy. But he didn’t say a word. Waiting, “Now, would you like to try that again?”
His voice and words flowed with all of the aristocratic accent he’d dropped over the summer, Malfoy mask firmly in place, “No, sir. I apologize most egregiously for my lying.”
Harry and Hermione snapped around to stare at Draco, Pansy putting a hand on each of their arms and shaking her head. Not here. Minerva was quite unnerved to witness the personality switch. Nodding, “Then good day to you.”
He purred the words, dangerous undertones in his voice, “Good day, Professor.”
He spun on his heels, not pausing as he exited the room. Lupin sighed. That did not go the way he had hoped. He would much rather have that boy working with him than against him. He’d seen how influential the Ravenclaw was, “Now then, did either of you three wish to tell me why?”
Harry glared. He’d only ever disliked one professor, and that was because Snape seemed to take pleasure in other people’s misery. This man was just oblivious to it, like he didn’t care, “No. You obviously didn’t want to hear the truth or you would have listened to Draco.” He then snubbed the Professor silently and left. Lupin looked more than troubled to see Harry react to him that way.
Minerva looked beseechingly to Hermione, her most level headed student, “Miss Granger?”
The expression on Hermione’s face surprised her. The girl had always been the picture of composure and dignity, always showing respect to the Professors, even Professor Snape. Her face was slightly twisted, as if she were smelling something unpleasant. Snorting, “I think you should talk to the Headmaster since you don’t want to listen to us.” Hermione just shook her head silently and followed.
Minerva was starting to understand she was missing something and hoped the secretive Slytherin would fill in the blanks, “Miss Parkinson?” But she should have known better.
Pansy gave Lupin a little smile that was just a touch evil, “I’m just curious if our good Professor knows who he’s dealing with...since I think a little raven I know is the only one who can make a certain potion.” She smirked when the werewolf paled, “Good day, Professor Lupin.”
I just couldn't resist having some animosity. After all, it wouldn't be any fun if everybody got along.
House Relations. No one had an idea what to make of the class but they all went dutifully. Harry and Draco were both still nursing headaches from their second day of Occulemency training. The two grinned at one another weakly, walking side by side from lunch, “Any clue?”
Draco shook his head, “None.”
Hermione met them at the door with Ron, “Excited?”
“Nervous.”
As traditional, she reached over and scratched Viola’s little chin in greeting. She nodded, then squared her shoulders, “Best get it over with then. It can’t be all bad, right?”
The boys looked dubious but followed her inside. Every house from third year. Draco winced minutely, un-thrilled. He was much happier in his role as teacher when addressing the other third years. Out of that role he was Draco and he wasn’t as comfortable in his own skin as he had once been, mostly because this year knew the side of him he wished had never happened.
Lupin sat on a desk, waving everyone to their seats and waiting for the last of them to arrive, “Welcome to House Relations. We’ve decided to add this class so that you will all become more familiar with your classmates. As this is third year, you are surly comfortable with your house mates but we want you to make friendships outside of your house.”
If looks could kill, the Slytherins would have killed Lupin long ago. The Hufflepuffs looked dubious but the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws just shrugged. Sure. Why not?
“Now, the Headmaster had mentioned a pen-Owl assignment, you will be turning that in next Friday, since you were all told to retain your letters.” Draco and Hermione exchanged alarmed looks. Oops. Pansy stiffened and Harry ran a hand through his hair. Damn. Ron raised a hand, “Mr. Weasley?”
The redhead looked flustered, “Uh, sir? What if...I didn’t...”
Raising an eyebrow, “Didn’t, Mr. Weasley? You didn’t follow the mandates of our Headmaster? Who was your partner?”
Looking at his shoes, “Goyle.”
Nodding, “Then I’ll see both of you after we’re done here.” Ron looked down miserably and sat back down, Draco felt bad for him. Almost as bad as he was feeling for himself, “Now, today we’ll be putting you in groups of five, to let you become familiar with your peers.” There were frowns, wondering who the we part of that equation but no one asked, “Now, Professor McGonagall will call out your names to separate you...”
***
The quartet of friends went up, right behind Ron and Greg Goyle in fact. Lupin was about to start questioning but froze, “Yes?”
Draco glanced to his friends, “We don’t have parchment to turn in.”
Lupin sighed, “Mr. M-er, Dumbledore...I assume you have a similar excuse.”
Frowning, “No, sir, we wrote to each other, but our conversations weren’t of a permanent nature so we don’t have anything to turn in.”
Raising an eyebrow, “I see...and how did this supposed conversation occur?”
Draco’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared, holding on tightly to his temper. He hated being called a liar because he rarely did, “Magic.”
Minerva frowned but Lupin snapped, “Five points from Ravenclaw for that attitude.” Draco all but stopped breathing, posture stiff and every bit that of Lucius Malfoy. But he didn’t say a word. Waiting, “Now, would you like to try that again?”
His voice and words flowed with all of the aristocratic accent he’d dropped over the summer, Malfoy mask firmly in place, “No, sir. I apologize most egregiously for my lying.”
Harry and Hermione snapped around to stare at Draco, Pansy putting a hand on each of their arms and shaking her head. Not here. Minerva was quite unnerved to witness the personality switch. Nodding, “Then good day to you.”
He purred the words, dangerous undertones in his voice, “Good day, Professor.”
He spun on his heels, not pausing as he exited the room. Lupin sighed. That did not go the way he had hoped. He would much rather have that boy working with him than against him. He’d seen how influential the Ravenclaw was, “Now then, did either of you three wish to tell me why?”
Harry glared. He’d only ever disliked one professor, and that was because Snape seemed to take pleasure in other people’s misery. This man was just oblivious to it, like he didn’t care, “No. You obviously didn’t want to hear the truth or you would have listened to Draco.” He then snubbed the Professor silently and left. Lupin looked more than troubled to see Harry react to him that way.
Minerva looked beseechingly to Hermione, her most level headed student, “Miss Granger?”
The expression on Hermione’s face surprised her. The girl had always been the picture of composure and dignity, always showing respect to the Professors, even Professor Snape. Her face was slightly twisted, as if she were smelling something unpleasant. Snorting, “I think you should talk to the Headmaster since you don’t want to listen to us.” Hermione just shook her head silently and followed.
Minerva was starting to understand she was missing something and hoped the secretive Slytherin would fill in the blanks, “Miss Parkinson?” But she should have known better.
Pansy gave Lupin a little smile that was just a touch evil, “I’m just curious if our good Professor knows who he’s dealing with...since I think a little raven I know is the only one who can make a certain potion.” She smirked when the werewolf paled, “Good day, Professor Lupin.”
I just couldn't resist having some animosity. After all, it wouldn't be any fun if everybody got along.