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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
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8
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12,109
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46
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Chapter 4
“I-I’m sorry,” Hermione stuttered, her eyes bulging like a fish out of water. “Did you just say ‘Sex education?!”
Minerva McGonagall nodded, smiling at the shell shocked woman before her. She glanced at Draco and was a little bit more than somewhat relieved to see that familiar smirk on his face. At least, it seemed, she could count on the blonde man to agree to teaching the class. Although she had a feeling that the reason he would agree would have nothing to do with teaching students the ins and outs of the human body, so much as it would have to do with the witch sitting next to him. The one that was currently sputtering and questioning Minerva’s sanity.
“Have you gone round the bend? Me and Malfoy teach sex education?!”
For the first time since stepping into the room, Draco spoke directly to Hermione. “What’s the matter, Granger? Afraid there’s a subject you don’t know everything about?” he smirked, settling back into his seat to eye Hermione thoughtfully. “I’d be more than happen to give you a…er…crash course on the subject.”
Hermione glared at the man sitting opposite her. “I do NOT need a “crash course” on anything…especially from you!”
“Oh come now, Granger…”
“Excuse me!” The argument that had threatened ended before it had begun at McGonagall’s terse words. “There really isn’t any time for this type of nonsense,” she said once again becoming their old, sour Transfiguration teacher. “The class is to begin in three days, on Friday afternoon. As the governors have already decided on the two of you as teachers, there’s no way you can back out now…unless of course you have a really good excuse for it.”
Hermione looked on, perplexed and still slightly upset at Malfoy’s insinuation that she knew nothing about sex. “But Headmistress – Minerva…”
Once again, she was silenced by an upheld hand. “Miss Granger, I realize that for all extents and purposes, you have the right to refuse this offer.” Her rheumy blue eyes clouded over and suspiciously brightened. “But please remember that this was something Albus desperately wanted for the students…and it was one of his wishes that the two of you finally put your pasts behind you and teach it together.”
Hermione bit her lip and glanced over at her former enemy. Draco merely looked at her, his eyes more serious and sincere than she’d ever seen them. She knew that Draco still felt, after all these years, that he was the one solely responsible for Dumbledore’s death. She remembered all of the conversations they’d had during his stay at St. Mungo’s after the war. The late nights discussing what they had done wrong, where they’d gone right, how they’d all pulled together. With a huge sigh, she nodded.
“Okay. I’ll agree to teach the class.” She looked at Draco, reading the obvious surprise evident there.
Draco had thought it would her longer to think it through. He knew his face showed his thoughts and quickly schooled his features to a blank mask. He focused his attention on the Headmistress, who looked at him expectantly. Much like Granger had done, he took a deep breath before letting it out in a huge sigh.
“If Granger agrees then so do I,” he looked to Hermione before nodding to Minerva. Ignoring the shocked look on the tiny witch next to him, he continued. “When are we to start this class? And where are we to get the curriculum?”
Smiling broadly, Minerva said, “As I said before, Professor Malfoy, classes shall begin on Friday. As it is still the beginning of term you should have no problem finding what you need in Diagon Alley.” Rising, she rounded her desk to stand before her new professors. Well, professor as it were. “Now, only the sixth and seventh years are required to partake of this class. However it has been made available to fourth and fifth years.”
Hermione was itching to pull out the notepad she kept in her briefcase and take notes. She reached for the brown leather case and caught the smirk Draco sent her way. He knew exactly what she was doing, the prat! She resolutely sat back in the overstuffed armchair and folded her hands in her lap. Resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at the blonde man, her chin jutted forward as she defiantly ignored him. Her attention was soon drawn back to what Minerva was saying.
“…and a few charts, but those are charmed to appear in the room when you need them. No need to create your own,” the older witch tapped her chin thoughtfully. “And that should be it. You can find everrything else in Diagon Alley.”
The two professors in front of her nodded their understanding.. “And is there a list that we may have to go by what we could use?” Hermione asked politely, finally giving in to temptation and pulling out her trusty notepad a pen. Minerva waved her wand, conjuring a list from the air in front of her.
“Here you are, Hermione,” she waved the list over towards the little brunette and stood, rising from behind the imposingly large headmaster’s desk. “And now, if you have no other questions, I have a meeting with Minister Hawthorne in just a few minutes.”
Hermione rose, grabbing her bag and turing towards the door. Draco followed quietly, allowing Hermione to lead the way. She turned abruptly and almost knocked the tall blonde professor down. She struggled to tamp down the flush that stained her cheeks, avoiding his eyes and looking pointedly at the Headmistress.
“Minerva, I’m assuming the wards will be lifted allowing me to apparate directly into the school?”
Twinkling blue eyes glanced up from the scroll the older witch had been going over. “Ah yes. Well, actually Professor Granger, one of the stipulations that goes along with this position is that both of you reside on Hogwart’s grounds. You will, of course, be able to return to your home. But at any given time, neither of you are allowed to spend more than 24 hours apart.”
The previously silent Draco spoke up, his slate grey eyes narrowing at the wording of the Headmistress’ statement. “What do you mean ‘apart’?” Minerva flashed them a blinding smile.
“Oh dear, did I forget to mention that? Yes well, you are required to share a room much the same as the head students.” All the color drained from Hermione’s face as what her former professor was saying hit home.
“You mean --?”
Minerva nodded, almost gleeful. “Precisely Miss Granger. You and Professor Malfoy , for all intents and purposes, will be living together.”
~o0o~
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Minerva McGonagall nodded, smiling at the shell shocked woman before her. She glanced at Draco and was a little bit more than somewhat relieved to see that familiar smirk on his face. At least, it seemed, she could count on the blonde man to agree to teaching the class. Although she had a feeling that the reason he would agree would have nothing to do with teaching students the ins and outs of the human body, so much as it would have to do with the witch sitting next to him. The one that was currently sputtering and questioning Minerva’s sanity.
“Have you gone round the bend? Me and Malfoy teach sex education?!”
For the first time since stepping into the room, Draco spoke directly to Hermione. “What’s the matter, Granger? Afraid there’s a subject you don’t know everything about?” he smirked, settling back into his seat to eye Hermione thoughtfully. “I’d be more than happen to give you a…er…crash course on the subject.”
Hermione glared at the man sitting opposite her. “I do NOT need a “crash course” on anything…especially from you!”
“Oh come now, Granger…”
“Excuse me!” The argument that had threatened ended before it had begun at McGonagall’s terse words. “There really isn’t any time for this type of nonsense,” she said once again becoming their old, sour Transfiguration teacher. “The class is to begin in three days, on Friday afternoon. As the governors have already decided on the two of you as teachers, there’s no way you can back out now…unless of course you have a really good excuse for it.”
Hermione looked on, perplexed and still slightly upset at Malfoy’s insinuation that she knew nothing about sex. “But Headmistress – Minerva…”
Once again, she was silenced by an upheld hand. “Miss Granger, I realize that for all extents and purposes, you have the right to refuse this offer.” Her rheumy blue eyes clouded over and suspiciously brightened. “But please remember that this was something Albus desperately wanted for the students…and it was one of his wishes that the two of you finally put your pasts behind you and teach it together.”
Hermione bit her lip and glanced over at her former enemy. Draco merely looked at her, his eyes more serious and sincere than she’d ever seen them. She knew that Draco still felt, after all these years, that he was the one solely responsible for Dumbledore’s death. She remembered all of the conversations they’d had during his stay at St. Mungo’s after the war. The late nights discussing what they had done wrong, where they’d gone right, how they’d all pulled together. With a huge sigh, she nodded.
“Okay. I’ll agree to teach the class.” She looked at Draco, reading the obvious surprise evident there.
Draco had thought it would her longer to think it through. He knew his face showed his thoughts and quickly schooled his features to a blank mask. He focused his attention on the Headmistress, who looked at him expectantly. Much like Granger had done, he took a deep breath before letting it out in a huge sigh.
“If Granger agrees then so do I,” he looked to Hermione before nodding to Minerva. Ignoring the shocked look on the tiny witch next to him, he continued. “When are we to start this class? And where are we to get the curriculum?”
Smiling broadly, Minerva said, “As I said before, Professor Malfoy, classes shall begin on Friday. As it is still the beginning of term you should have no problem finding what you need in Diagon Alley.” Rising, she rounded her desk to stand before her new professors. Well, professor as it were. “Now, only the sixth and seventh years are required to partake of this class. However it has been made available to fourth and fifth years.”
Hermione was itching to pull out the notepad she kept in her briefcase and take notes. She reached for the brown leather case and caught the smirk Draco sent her way. He knew exactly what she was doing, the prat! She resolutely sat back in the overstuffed armchair and folded her hands in her lap. Resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at the blonde man, her chin jutted forward as she defiantly ignored him. Her attention was soon drawn back to what Minerva was saying.
“…and a few charts, but those are charmed to appear in the room when you need them. No need to create your own,” the older witch tapped her chin thoughtfully. “And that should be it. You can find everrything else in Diagon Alley.”
The two professors in front of her nodded their understanding.. “And is there a list that we may have to go by what we could use?” Hermione asked politely, finally giving in to temptation and pulling out her trusty notepad a pen. Minerva waved her wand, conjuring a list from the air in front of her.
“Here you are, Hermione,” she waved the list over towards the little brunette and stood, rising from behind the imposingly large headmaster’s desk. “And now, if you have no other questions, I have a meeting with Minister Hawthorne in just a few minutes.”
Hermione rose, grabbing her bag and turing towards the door. Draco followed quietly, allowing Hermione to lead the way. She turned abruptly and almost knocked the tall blonde professor down. She struggled to tamp down the flush that stained her cheeks, avoiding his eyes and looking pointedly at the Headmistress.
“Minerva, I’m assuming the wards will be lifted allowing me to apparate directly into the school?”
Twinkling blue eyes glanced up from the scroll the older witch had been going over. “Ah yes. Well, actually Professor Granger, one of the stipulations that goes along with this position is that both of you reside on Hogwart’s grounds. You will, of course, be able to return to your home. But at any given time, neither of you are allowed to spend more than 24 hours apart.”
The previously silent Draco spoke up, his slate grey eyes narrowing at the wording of the Headmistress’ statement. “What do you mean ‘apart’?” Minerva flashed them a blinding smile.
“Oh dear, did I forget to mention that? Yes well, you are required to share a room much the same as the head students.” All the color drained from Hermione’s face as what her former professor was saying hit home.
“You mean --?”
Minerva nodded, almost gleeful. “Precisely Miss Granger. You and Professor Malfoy , for all intents and purposes, will be living together.”
~o0o~
A/N: C'mon, you know you dig it. ;) Review! ^__^