6th year explorations

*** After Class***


“Bloody Hell! That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen! She was practically on top of you, Mione’!!! Face to Face!!…” Ron put his hand in front of his face to demonstrate the proximity of the two women.

“Shut it, Ron!” Hermione barked as they left the classroom.

“…and you didn’t even know it! She kept throwing her voice and making footsteps with her wand and…and…she was moving closer and closer to you the entire time! Oh Merlin!” Ron exclaimed pulling up a visual of Hermione and his professor.

“Honestly! You two!” She turned on them.

“Me? I haven’t said anything!” Harry said, but try as he might, couldn’t hide the blush or huge grin that crept onto his face. “Sorry Mione’…I just couldn’t not watch!”

“I’ve had it…I’VE HAD IT!” Throwing her arms up in disgust and frustration she walked off without them.

The two turned to each other and chuckled.

“That was really hot!” said Harry.

“Oh yeah!” said Ron.

Draco walked out of the shadows behind them.

“Hey, Potter! Weasley!”

“Piss off ferret!” Harry spat as he turned to face him.

“Temper, temper Potter.” Draco had his usual smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye. “I was going to offer to ‘educate’ Granger for your little threesomes but…I think I’ll rescind that now considering your attitude. I’ll have to give her some private lessons …you know train her on how to ‘reconnect to the body’.”

Harry held Ron back. Barely.

“Don’t you fucking touch her, Malfoy! I am warning you!!” Ron seethed.

Draco snickered, turned to Grabbe and Goyle, he made a lewd motion with his hips, his hands in front of him as if grabbing someone to his thrusts.

Harry wasn’t holding Ron back anymore. They tackled Draco to the ground, fists flying, arms swing and voices raised. Grabbe and Goyle joined in the melee crashing on top of all three bodies.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Professor Durang called out, wand raised. She had come out of her classroom finding the boys in a fight.

The boys fell into a stiff pile of body parts. Fists clenched, faces furious. Harry’s glasses skewed and threatening to fall off. Malfoy had a hand full of Ron’s hair and Goyle a tight grip on one of Harry’s legs. One by one she revived them, lining them against the wall. No one talked as they rubbed their sore jaws, bruised eyes and pinched at bloody noses.

“All five of you now have detention AND 20 points each from your houses for your behavior!” She was walking slowly back and forth eyeing them in disappointment.

They all groaned at this but said nothing.

“Detention is to be Friday, seven pm, my classroom.” She stopped pacing and stood facing them. “None of you will want to be late, I guarantee it.” She let a sinful half smile show on her face then dismissed them.

Harry and Ron ran back to their common room not stopping until they were flopped on the couch in front of the fire.

“Wow, detention with Durang.” Ron was out of breath and staring into the fireplace. Harry nodded at Ron’s words.

“What? You got detention with professor Durang?” Neville had come across the room. Not believing his ears.

“Uh…Yeah.” Ron gulped, looking up at Neville whose face showed confusion. Ron quickly explained to him about the fight with Malfoy and that he didn’t intend to get detention. Harry thought Ron explanation went a little overboard, like he was trying to get out of trouble with his mother or something. Ron was making it sound as if it was going to be torture and that he was going to hate every minute of it. Harry on the other hand was thinking that detention with Durang couldn’t be that bad.

* Anyone’s gotta be better than Snape and besides she was hot eye candy. *

“Humph.” was all that came from Neville, he sharply turned and headed out the portrait door. Harry didn’t notice that Ron eyes followed Neville’s now muscular back and cute ass out the door.

“Just great.” breathed Ron under his breath, he rubbed his forehead and turned to stare into the fire, too.

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*Brainless, stupid, IDOTIC teacher! - What right does she have? - Absolutely useless lesson! - Like I am ever going to be without my wand! * Hermione’s grip tightened over her wand.

*I’m NOT ‘disconnected’ from my body…it’s right here! Attached to me! I never go anywhere without it! OK OK now your sounding stupid! UGH! *

Hermione put her face in her hands, having reread the page in front of her for the third time. She had churned over and over the events of DADA class and when she wasn’t think about that she was franticly studying…trying to ‘keep up’ with Aldrick. So she was in the library at her usual table, surrounded by huge leather bound books

The goings on in DADA class spread through the rumor-mill quickly. Ron and Seamus gave detailed accounts to anyone who would listen, of their exercises with Professor Durang; they didn’t hesitate to stretch the truth when it suited the story. Underneath everyones breath, though was Hermione’s and Durang’s ‘encounter’. (This is what the students were now labeling it.) Hermione noticed that since the ‘encounter’ many eyes strayed her way, seeming to look at her differently, like she had changed or something because of the class. Or maybe she just hadn’t noticed them before.

*This is so stupid! No one is looking at me! Why would they look at me? *

Hermione pulled her cardigan closed across her chest, subconsciously.

*Professor Durang is the one who wants all the attention! *

She went back to looking at the book, forcing herself to read it and actually comprehend it this time. The rest of the week she spent fuming.

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