Dracology 1001 For Non-Majors
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,379
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The First Day of Classes
A/N: So far so good right? People are liking this? I am adding another chapter here so enjoy this and review! This one has some minor Draco slamming! He pisses off the new teacher, oh no. What is going to happen when he pisses of such a... an interesting creature? ((In the upcoming chapters, she is more established, and I am ironing out the kinks, I had this posted before, but now I am fixing it!)
Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter or any characters, but I do own Zalana ShadowLight. Thank you!
It was the first day of classes, and Harry sat down in the dungeon, across the aisle from Draco and his group of friends. Hermione sat between Harry and Ron in one row, three rows back from the front of the class. There were other students there too, but Harry didn’t have time to notice them.
A large grumbling growling noise came from the now open door. Everyone turned to look and didn’t speak.
“I said Good Morning Class.” Zalana came strolling into the classroom, shutting the door behind her. She wore a long white robe that drug the floor, and her hair was pinned back in a bun and some stray strands trailed down her sides. She didn’t seem at all like Harry, Ron and Hermione had remembered her. She seemed... nice, almost human.
“Good Morning Professor ShadowLight,” The class replied.
She merely turned around and growled again. A few of the students looked at her blankly and just sat with their mouths hanging open.
“That’s Dragonic. The language of the dragons and their students, I will teach you enough of it that if you ever need it; ever cornered by an angry dragon, that you will be able to maybe talk your way to safety.” She turned her back to the board. “Again,” She grumbled slower, and most of the class followed suit. “Very good.”
Draco Malfoy spoke up, “That’s not a real language, that’s just a bunch of growling and grumbling that you made up!”
Zalana snapped her head around to face the speaker. “And you are?” Her pink orbs flamed brightly.
“Draco Malfoy.”
Harry gave Hermione and Ron a look that said, ‘Oh no, Malfoy just pissed off the female dragon teacher and he doesn’t know what he is getting into now!’ Ron and Hermione just nodded and stared as ShadowLight walked towards Draco.
“Do you know what your name means, Draco?” She spoke softly and kindly to him, as if he were a two year old lost in the mall, her eyes shown brightly, yet full of kindness, making Hermione think that something was up.
Draco began to sweat, and everyone around him knew it. “I… I… think… it means… d…dra….dragon in la….Latin Ma’am.”
“Very good Draco, Draco is the Latin word for Dragon.” She gave him a small smile before she walked to the front of the class. Crabbe and Goyle thought that Draco was going to pass out. Draco was the color of snow and couldn’t speak, his eyes wide and staring at the teacher.
“One by one, I am going to call on you and you are going to tell me what you think about dragons! Everyone write them down, for your own accord! First, YOU, Mr. Malfoy!” She sat down in her chair and began writing.
“Uh… Dragons are mean and bloodthirsty killers!” He was still sweating.
The teacher just nodded and looked at Hermione, who wrote it down, then said, “Harry Potter?”
“Dragons live to be at least ten times older then humans,”
Ron was next, he said, “There are dragon habitats in New Zealand and Norway.”
Hermione said, “There is a lot we need to learn about dragons.”
Crabbe was next up, and he said, “Dragons are stupid.”
Ron swore he saw fangs in the teachers smile, but said nothing, even as he felt beads of sweat drip down his face.
Goyle said, “All dragons eat meat and kill for fun!”
Hermione was still writing, scribbling down everything that everyone wrote.
Some girl said, “Dragons are neat!”
A boy said from the back of the class said that all dragons were always green and scaly.
After about twenty minutes, the teacher stood up. “Now. This is what I am going to teach you, most of you said things that other teachers have taught you about dragons; most of which are very false, so what I am going to work on tomorrow will be teaching you the truth behind dragons.”
She looked up at the class, “For tomorrow, I want each of you to write a paragraph about dragons,” papers flew into the hands of the students, “Without using any of the information that you have given me today.” She looked around the room, “And a paragraph to me is at least five sentences and none of which are filler. Have a good day and I will see you tomorrow. Class dismissed.”
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood up and smiled. “This is going to be fun!” Hermione said, and Ron nodded,
“Harry, Hermione, Ron, could you come here please?” Zalana was talking to them.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“First of all, Hermione, thank you for writing those down for me. And second of all this Draco boy, can you tell me something about him?” She said.
Harry spoke up, “He’s in Slytherin and he doesn’t like me very well...”
Hermione meekly stated, “He calls me a mud-blood.”
Ron smirked, “He hangs out with those two, Crabbe and Goyle all the time.”
“Yes, yes...” Professor ShadowLight nodded, “Hermione, do me a favor,”
“Yes Ma’am?” Hermione spoke up, looking at the dragon woman.
“Could you do me a favor and study the dragonic in the back of the book... I need a... translator, for myself.”
“What do you mean?” Ron asked.
“I can neither read, nor write this English language, dear Ron,” she let out a big sigh, “I am afraid that you three will be serving an awful lot of detentions, since you are the only ones who knows truly of what I am...”
Hermione looked up, “You mean you want us to help you...”
“Yes, Hermione, little hatchling child,” ShadowLight gave a huge smile and nodded, “I need help with learning to read, write and grade papers. Can you help me?”
Ron thought for a moment, the idea of helping a teacher was obserd.
“Of course we can help you Ms. ShadowLight.” Harry said, a little flabbergasted at the whole idea that the poor dragon’s cover might be blown if they didn’t help her.
***
The trio hurried to their common room later that night. Harry was the first to speak, “Guys, if we do not help her, her cover could be blown...”
“You think that I am not aware of that? Have you seen the dragonic in the back of our book? It’ll take me hours to figure out even a sentence of it!” Hermione said.
“Oh? Helping the new teacher are we?” A voice spoke.
Ron jumped and turned around, “Wh...who?”
Snape walked from around the corner, “As I said, helping the new teacher of Dracology, are you?”
Hermione nodded, “The new books throw her off.”
Snape’s voice was reduced to a whisper, “I know of what she is, Ms. Granger, so fear not, I will not tell, we have made an agreement.”
Harry nodded, “Yes, I remember her saying something of you...”
Snape smirked, “I will let you go to your dorm now, hurry before I change my mind and give you detention in Potions for a week!”
The trio hurried along.
Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter or any characters, but I do own Zalana ShadowLight. Thank you!
It was the first day of classes, and Harry sat down in the dungeon, across the aisle from Draco and his group of friends. Hermione sat between Harry and Ron in one row, three rows back from the front of the class. There were other students there too, but Harry didn’t have time to notice them.
A large grumbling growling noise came from the now open door. Everyone turned to look and didn’t speak.
“I said Good Morning Class.” Zalana came strolling into the classroom, shutting the door behind her. She wore a long white robe that drug the floor, and her hair was pinned back in a bun and some stray strands trailed down her sides. She didn’t seem at all like Harry, Ron and Hermione had remembered her. She seemed... nice, almost human.
“Good Morning Professor ShadowLight,” The class replied.
She merely turned around and growled again. A few of the students looked at her blankly and just sat with their mouths hanging open.
“That’s Dragonic. The language of the dragons and their students, I will teach you enough of it that if you ever need it; ever cornered by an angry dragon, that you will be able to maybe talk your way to safety.” She turned her back to the board. “Again,” She grumbled slower, and most of the class followed suit. “Very good.”
Draco Malfoy spoke up, “That’s not a real language, that’s just a bunch of growling and grumbling that you made up!”
Zalana snapped her head around to face the speaker. “And you are?” Her pink orbs flamed brightly.
“Draco Malfoy.”
Harry gave Hermione and Ron a look that said, ‘Oh no, Malfoy just pissed off the female dragon teacher and he doesn’t know what he is getting into now!’ Ron and Hermione just nodded and stared as ShadowLight walked towards Draco.
“Do you know what your name means, Draco?” She spoke softly and kindly to him, as if he were a two year old lost in the mall, her eyes shown brightly, yet full of kindness, making Hermione think that something was up.
Draco began to sweat, and everyone around him knew it. “I… I… think… it means… d…dra….dragon in la….Latin Ma’am.”
“Very good Draco, Draco is the Latin word for Dragon.” She gave him a small smile before she walked to the front of the class. Crabbe and Goyle thought that Draco was going to pass out. Draco was the color of snow and couldn’t speak, his eyes wide and staring at the teacher.
“One by one, I am going to call on you and you are going to tell me what you think about dragons! Everyone write them down, for your own accord! First, YOU, Mr. Malfoy!” She sat down in her chair and began writing.
“Uh… Dragons are mean and bloodthirsty killers!” He was still sweating.
The teacher just nodded and looked at Hermione, who wrote it down, then said, “Harry Potter?”
“Dragons live to be at least ten times older then humans,”
Ron was next, he said, “There are dragon habitats in New Zealand and Norway.”
Hermione said, “There is a lot we need to learn about dragons.”
Crabbe was next up, and he said, “Dragons are stupid.”
Ron swore he saw fangs in the teachers smile, but said nothing, even as he felt beads of sweat drip down his face.
Goyle said, “All dragons eat meat and kill for fun!”
Hermione was still writing, scribbling down everything that everyone wrote.
Some girl said, “Dragons are neat!”
A boy said from the back of the class said that all dragons were always green and scaly.
After about twenty minutes, the teacher stood up. “Now. This is what I am going to teach you, most of you said things that other teachers have taught you about dragons; most of which are very false, so what I am going to work on tomorrow will be teaching you the truth behind dragons.”
She looked up at the class, “For tomorrow, I want each of you to write a paragraph about dragons,” papers flew into the hands of the students, “Without using any of the information that you have given me today.” She looked around the room, “And a paragraph to me is at least five sentences and none of which are filler. Have a good day and I will see you tomorrow. Class dismissed.”
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood up and smiled. “This is going to be fun!” Hermione said, and Ron nodded,
“Harry, Hermione, Ron, could you come here please?” Zalana was talking to them.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“First of all, Hermione, thank you for writing those down for me. And second of all this Draco boy, can you tell me something about him?” She said.
Harry spoke up, “He’s in Slytherin and he doesn’t like me very well...”
Hermione meekly stated, “He calls me a mud-blood.”
Ron smirked, “He hangs out with those two, Crabbe and Goyle all the time.”
“Yes, yes...” Professor ShadowLight nodded, “Hermione, do me a favor,”
“Yes Ma’am?” Hermione spoke up, looking at the dragon woman.
“Could you do me a favor and study the dragonic in the back of the book... I need a... translator, for myself.”
“What do you mean?” Ron asked.
“I can neither read, nor write this English language, dear Ron,” she let out a big sigh, “I am afraid that you three will be serving an awful lot of detentions, since you are the only ones who knows truly of what I am...”
Hermione looked up, “You mean you want us to help you...”
“Yes, Hermione, little hatchling child,” ShadowLight gave a huge smile and nodded, “I need help with learning to read, write and grade papers. Can you help me?”
Ron thought for a moment, the idea of helping a teacher was obserd.
“Of course we can help you Ms. ShadowLight.” Harry said, a little flabbergasted at the whole idea that the poor dragon’s cover might be blown if they didn’t help her.
***
The trio hurried to their common room later that night. Harry was the first to speak, “Guys, if we do not help her, her cover could be blown...”
“You think that I am not aware of that? Have you seen the dragonic in the back of our book? It’ll take me hours to figure out even a sentence of it!” Hermione said.
“Oh? Helping the new teacher are we?” A voice spoke.
Ron jumped and turned around, “Wh...who?”
Snape walked from around the corner, “As I said, helping the new teacher of Dracology, are you?”
Hermione nodded, “The new books throw her off.”
Snape’s voice was reduced to a whisper, “I know of what she is, Ms. Granger, so fear not, I will not tell, we have made an agreement.”
Harry nodded, “Yes, I remember her saying something of you...”
Snape smirked, “I will let you go to your dorm now, hurry before I change my mind and give you detention in Potions for a week!”
The trio hurried along.