Chapter 3 : The Purple Rose and Serpent Tattoo
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Hermione’s’ magically magnified voice echoed through the castle. Draco sighed. It was almost 9 30. Which meant it was almost time for class.
“Oh God, “he whispered.
Leaving the quiet sanity of his office, he slipped into the hallway, amongst the mass of Slytherin students flocking up from the common room. Many of them seemed to have just dragged themselves from their beds and thrown on their robes.
It took almost 15 minutes for all the students and teachers to make their way to the Great Hall and get seated. Hermione was standing in front of the Head Table, patiently waiting for everyone to sit down. She flashed Draco a small smile as he slipped past her and into his seat.
“Good morning Hogwarts. As you all know, classes start today. You will find your timetables sitting in front of you.” She paused for a moment as the students all reached for their timetables and a quiet murmur of discussion broke out.
“Now, you will notice that none of you have Defence Against the Dark Arts on your timetables. Due to a couple of staffing issues, I was unable to find a teacher to start immediately.” An upset moan went up amongst the students. Defence Against The Dark Arts was the favourite class at Hogwarts. “However, the new professor will be joining us in October. In the mean time, you will have mandatory study periods with different teachers during the hours currently blank on your timetables.”
“Who is the professor gonna be?” A call came out from the Gryffindor table.
“You’re going to have to wait and see,” she chuckled. “Well I think that’s everything. Enjoy your breakfast and good luck in your classes.”
A large amount of conversation broke out amongst the students, Draco suspected they were speculating who the surprise Professor would be.
“Only you, Granger, would come up with mandatory study periods,” Draco said to Hermione, moving into the empty chair beside her.
“Oh, come on Malfoy. I thought it was the best way to handle things for the time being. And I told you. It’s Weasley.”
“Sorry. I just suppose that old habits die hard.” Hermione merely shrugged. The right shoulder of her robes fell down and what Draco saw made him knock over his goblet of pumpkin juice. Decorating Hermione’s shoulder blade was a long stemmed purple rose, and curled around the stem, was an emerald serpent.
“Hermione. You still have it?!” he whispered shocked.
Draco’s fingers rose to trace the small tattoo but Hermione pushed his hand away and marched out of the hall, many eyes watching her go.
Draco simply watched her go, his cheeks pink and his fists clenched.
“Malfoy, you IDIOT!” he said to himself as he stormed away from the table and down to the dungeons.
He pulled out his wand to unlock the door when a mane of red hair came racing up behind him.
“And you are?”
“Rose Weasley, Professor Malfoy.”
“But aren’t you only a 2nd year? I have my 3rd year class now.”
“Well, after last year, Professor Slughorn and my Mum, decided that I should try 3rd year potions this year.” Draco looked at her, and saw that she was almost the spitting image of her mother, right down to her bright brown eyes. The only difference was the bright red hair in curls around her head.
“Well, I suppose if you’re anything like your mother was school, I don’t doubt you’ll manage.”
“You-You knew my mother at school?”
“Of course. We were in the same year. And had most of the same classes.”
“Yeah. We were the Head Boy and Girl as well.”
“Oh wait. You’re Scorpius’ father? DRACO Malfoy?”
“Oh. My dad doesn’t like you very much.”
Draco laughed. “Yes we didn’t get on very well at school. Good old Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry.”
Rose merely nodded and opened her book at her desk waiting for the bell. Draco walked up to his desk and found a note, in purple ink left on his desk.
‘Draco- we NEED to talk.
He simply smiled and the bell rang.
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