The Scorpions Kiss
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
7,643
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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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.
Chapter 4
Not owning one damn thing in the Harry Potter universe sad as it is, great for Jk Rowling who does! I cannot in my heart of hearts replace Dumbledore, so for the purposes of this story the new Headmaster will simply be known as the Headmaster. I’m still not over Dumbledore’s death and never will be I realize some of these chapters are short but it doesn’t mean they will stay that way. More is coming.
Chapter 4- To Sort or not to Sort
Hermione made her way into the Great Hall after a miserable journey from the train station. She had finally finished her work on the train after an agonizingly long break which she did not welcome. She still had visions of herself in Draco Malfoy’s arms kissing him, which she was unable to push out of her mind. She had packed her books away and then fallen asleep on the train by sheer accident. When Hermione awoke the train was empty and the conductor had told her she better get a move on. She is a teacher and this was so unbecoming of her she thought to herself as she hurriedly grabbed her things and exited the train. She had just stepped foot on the platform when all of the contents in her trunk spilled out onto the platform.
“Oh what now!?” she said aloud as she picked up her books and quills and parchments and packed them back into the trunk neatly, and then she noticed it. A small black shiny shoe lay next to her trunk on the platform. She picked it up and shoved it into her robes and carried on towards the school; her trunk gliding along next to her from a quick spell she cast on her things.
The Headmaster was already well into his pre-feast speech and Hermione quickly made her way towards the long table at the head of the room. She noticed a grinning Draco Malfoy at the end of the head table and she thanked god that her seat was at the other end. Hermione scurried over to her spot and then stopped short when she realized somebody was already sitting there.
“Psst, Professor Granger? Professor Trelawney has invited her sister here this year to help her teach Divination. Take a seat next to Professor Malfoy if you would be so kind.” The Headmaster had stopped his speech and all eyes fell on Hermione at this.
Hermione took her place and sat down, ignoring the immature faces Draco was making at her as she took her seat. Scorpius was sitting on his fathers lap kicking his feet in silly boredom.
“Hey.” She said to Draco who looked at her and shushed her, jokingly, as he turned away from her, pointing to the Headmaster who was speaking as if she should be quiet.
How dare he, she thought to herself. She slid Scorpius’s leg over hers and slipped his shiny black shoe on his foot while Draco pretended he did not notice this act.
“Really you should look after him more properly,” Hermione said to Draco who looked at her briefly then turned away as if nothing had been said to him.
The Headmaster finished his speech and then the sorting hat was brought out. The first year students were sorted into their houses, a ritual Hermione remembered vividly and then the Headmaster had flicked his wand and a feast fit for kings lay before the hungry and eager children and teachers. Hermione always liked this part of the year. It was a time to ponder things to come, new ideas and new friendships, it gave her a warm feeling inside and she smiled to herself. She glanced down at the plate next to her and realized Scorpius was not sitting in his fathers lap anymore and Draco was chatting endlessly about Quidditch to the Transfiguration Professor on his opposite side next to her not realizing his son had slipped away unnoticed. Hermione began peering under tables looking for the little boy. She had checked the Gryffindor table (not that a Malfoy would ever hide under a Gryffindor table) and then the Slytherin table and the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and nothing no Scorpius. She figured she had better tell Draco his boy was missing before he got too far, but then she found him. Scorpius was sitting in the chair where the Sorting Hat lay, completely underneath it, only his feet stuck out from beneath the great old hat.
“Slytherin, say it hat!” Scorpius was repeating. When the sorting hat refused to sort little Scorpius because he was too young he began kicking and punching the hat from inside of it.
“Talk hat, come on talk ya dirty hat.”
He was working himself into a frenzy under the hat now and Hermione pointed and nodded to Draco who came over to see what the fuss was about. Draco burst into laughter and so did all the other teachers at the sight and even Hermione could not contain herself. Finally the whole hall was laughing hysterically. Draco picked his son up and brought him back to their table and began feeding him. Hermione took her seat as well and dined on roast chicken and potatoes with pudding and applesauce.
“Next time I will remember to feed Scorpius first before I eat.” Draco said smiling at Hermione, no sight of the trademark Malfoy smirk.
Hermione laughed and ate her dinner.
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Chapter 4- To Sort or not to Sort
Hermione made her way into the Great Hall after a miserable journey from the train station. She had finally finished her work on the train after an agonizingly long break which she did not welcome. She still had visions of herself in Draco Malfoy’s arms kissing him, which she was unable to push out of her mind. She had packed her books away and then fallen asleep on the train by sheer accident. When Hermione awoke the train was empty and the conductor had told her she better get a move on. She is a teacher and this was so unbecoming of her she thought to herself as she hurriedly grabbed her things and exited the train. She had just stepped foot on the platform when all of the contents in her trunk spilled out onto the platform.
“Oh what now!?” she said aloud as she picked up her books and quills and parchments and packed them back into the trunk neatly, and then she noticed it. A small black shiny shoe lay next to her trunk on the platform. She picked it up and shoved it into her robes and carried on towards the school; her trunk gliding along next to her from a quick spell she cast on her things.
The Headmaster was already well into his pre-feast speech and Hermione quickly made her way towards the long table at the head of the room. She noticed a grinning Draco Malfoy at the end of the head table and she thanked god that her seat was at the other end. Hermione scurried over to her spot and then stopped short when she realized somebody was already sitting there.
“Psst, Professor Granger? Professor Trelawney has invited her sister here this year to help her teach Divination. Take a seat next to Professor Malfoy if you would be so kind.” The Headmaster had stopped his speech and all eyes fell on Hermione at this.
Hermione took her place and sat down, ignoring the immature faces Draco was making at her as she took her seat. Scorpius was sitting on his fathers lap kicking his feet in silly boredom.
“Hey.” She said to Draco who looked at her and shushed her, jokingly, as he turned away from her, pointing to the Headmaster who was speaking as if she should be quiet.
How dare he, she thought to herself. She slid Scorpius’s leg over hers and slipped his shiny black shoe on his foot while Draco pretended he did not notice this act.
“Really you should look after him more properly,” Hermione said to Draco who looked at her briefly then turned away as if nothing had been said to him.
The Headmaster finished his speech and then the sorting hat was brought out. The first year students were sorted into their houses, a ritual Hermione remembered vividly and then the Headmaster had flicked his wand and a feast fit for kings lay before the hungry and eager children and teachers. Hermione always liked this part of the year. It was a time to ponder things to come, new ideas and new friendships, it gave her a warm feeling inside and she smiled to herself. She glanced down at the plate next to her and realized Scorpius was not sitting in his fathers lap anymore and Draco was chatting endlessly about Quidditch to the Transfiguration Professor on his opposite side next to her not realizing his son had slipped away unnoticed. Hermione began peering under tables looking for the little boy. She had checked the Gryffindor table (not that a Malfoy would ever hide under a Gryffindor table) and then the Slytherin table and the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and nothing no Scorpius. She figured she had better tell Draco his boy was missing before he got too far, but then she found him. Scorpius was sitting in the chair where the Sorting Hat lay, completely underneath it, only his feet stuck out from beneath the great old hat.
“Slytherin, say it hat!” Scorpius was repeating. When the sorting hat refused to sort little Scorpius because he was too young he began kicking and punching the hat from inside of it.
“Talk hat, come on talk ya dirty hat.”
He was working himself into a frenzy under the hat now and Hermione pointed and nodded to Draco who came over to see what the fuss was about. Draco burst into laughter and so did all the other teachers at the sight and even Hermione could not contain herself. Finally the whole hall was laughing hysterically. Draco picked his son up and brought him back to their table and began feeding him. Hermione took her seat as well and dined on roast chicken and potatoes with pudding and applesauce.
“Next time I will remember to feed Scorpius first before I eat.” Draco said smiling at Hermione, no sight of the trademark Malfoy smirk.
Hermione laughed and ate her dinner.
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