¿Mixed Chemistry?

Chap 1.6

The young man entered the school office. It was a bit before 3 p.m. He had left work early. He smiled at the older woman behind the counter. “¿Me puede decir dónde está la aula de la Señora Weasley?”

“Por supuesto,” the older woman said. She brought out a map of the school and pointed out the Science Buildings and specifically the Chemistry wing. “Aquí está.”

“Muchas gracias,” the scarred wizard nodded his thanks.

Harry headed towards the Science compound. He noted the beautiful columns of the Chemistry buildings. He entered the main building. His footsteps sounded on the tiled floors. Just as he found himself in front of Chem 113, the school bell toned.

The door to the classroom flung open and a stream of students rushed out. He remembered that they were like that once. He brushed past several students. He smiled up at the teacher.

Several students looked up at the handsome wizard and smiled. There were whispers. “Was that Mr. Weasley?” he overheard one of the young teens say in a whisper.

He smiled. Hermione rolled her eyes as she headed to greet her old friend. Obviously, she heard the whispers as well. “Okay, chicos, apúrense. Hasta mañana.”

“Sí, Señora,” the straggling students laughed good-naturedly as they waved goodbye and hurried out. “Ciao.”

“Buenas tardes, Harry,” Hermione said as she shut the door behind him.

“Buen día to you, too, Hermione,” he said as he gave her a hug.

“Pasa,” she said as she showed him one of the desks. “So what brings you here?”

“We thought you were dead,” he began as he looked into her eyes.

“I know, Harry,” she said, not able to look into his green eyes.

“You left the house and we never heard from you again.”

“Harry,” she tried to put an explanation together.

“Professor Dumbledore said you tried to take Malfoy Manor on all by yourself. What kind of idiotic plan was that?!” his voice escalated.

“I lost my husband and my parents, Harry. I wanted revenge. At the time, there was nothing left for me.”

“You could have told us where you were going.”

“Harry, the war was going to go on. I just needed to get away. I found myself here. I got a job, met Juan, had the kids.”

Harry studied his old friend’s face. Hermione felt a cold sweat wash over her. She took a breath.

“You two aren’t really seeing each other are you?” Harry asked boldly.

Hermione’s face fell. She gulped. “How did you know?”

“Wild guess,” Harry shared. “He doesn’t seem your type.”

Hermione looked down at her hands. He had put two and two together.

“Does Ginny suspect?”

“No.”

“Harry, don’t blame Juan. He’s a good friend.”

“I’m sure he is,” Harry said smiling at her. “He’s not their father either is he?”

“No,” she said in a small voice. She looked into his face, “What are you thinking, Harry?”

“I’ve only seen Manny’s platinum blonde hair on two others before. And Reyna’s grey eyes are distinctive,” Harry began, “Is that even her name?”

“It’s her middle name, Harry,” Hermione sounded deflated. “Draden’s her first.”

“Draden,” Harry nodded. “That’s a nice name.”

“Harry,” her eyes grew large. Everything seemed to crash into place. She finally realized the severity of the situation, “You’re not going to tell him are you?”

Harry gave her a puzzled look. He scratched his head, grazing his scar. He wrinkled his forehead.

“You work with him at the Ministry,” she said. He looked at her questioningly. She continued, “I keep up with the news, too, you know.”

“I won’t tell him, Hermione,” he said reassuringly.

“Promise,” she sounded like a little kid. She chided herself silently.

“I promise,” he nodded his head.

They heard a knock at the door and J. C. popped his head in. He entered the classroom, “Hola, Harry.”

Harry shook his hand. The dark haired Squib nodded at their visitor, “Pues, what brings you our way?”

“Just dropped by to say, ‘hello,’ and see where your other half works.”

J. C. looked at the scarred wizard. “So when did you figure it out?”

Harry laughed and so did J.C. “Well, when that well dressed wizard walked by and you gave him a second look,” Harry smiled.

“J.C.” Hermione looked frustrated.

“Sorry, Hon,” J.C. smirked.

The two teachers explained to Harry the whole story about her three years there. They talked about the school. They discussed the Torres clan and J.C.’s orientation and his lack of magical powers. Harry found out a lot about everything in those couple of hours before he left for London. He promised not to tell anyone, and by anyone, he meant Draco, a thing.

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A/N: Okay, Draco is coming up in the next chapter. thanks for the reviews.