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Chapter 2 : Malfoy & Jane
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Hermione couldn't believe that her worst enemy Draco Malfoy was standing right in front of her.
"You look surprised," Malfoy sneered, blocking the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione spat.
Malfoy just smiled."I work here, isn't that obvious?" he sneered again.
"Draco? Where are you honey?" A sweet woman's voice sang. Hermione peered over Malfoy's shoulder and saw a pretty girl standing behind Malfoy.
"Draco, there you are. You ran out on me," she said again. She ducked under Malfoy's arm and placed a big kiss on his cheek.
"Oh!" she gasped, seeing Hermione. "You must be the new English teacher. My name is Jane Crosgrave," She said. Jane was beyond a doubt beautiful. She had long, platinum blonde hair, a fair complexion and sea-blue eyes. She was an average height and—in Hermione's opinion—was a human Barbie doll.
"Hi. My name is Hermione Jean Granger," Hermione replied, shaking Jane's hand.
"Come in, come in, come in." She ushered Hermione inside. The interior of the building was just as ancient as the exterior. The floor was covered with red, velvet carpet, the walls were plastered with peeling and faded wallpaper and a large chandelier hung above them, swaying slightly from side-to-side. Above her, Hermione could hear the pitter patter of children’s feet and the chatter of childish conversations.
"Let Hermione breathe, Jane." Malfoy laughed, prying Jane's fake nails out of Hermione's shoulder.
"Here Jane, take Hermione's bag. I'll show Hermione to Greta's office," Without another word Malfoy shoved Hermione's bag into Jane's chest and ushered her away, leaving Hermione and Malfoy alone.
An awkward silence filled the air. Hermione took the time to study Malfoy, he had defiantly grown taller since Hogwarts and his hair was no longer slicked back. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a 'keep calm and carry on' shirt. Hermione had never liked skinny jeans on guys before, but she had to admit on Malfoy they looked...well, good.
"Greta's office is this way," Malfoy said, leading Hermione up the stairs and into an office.
"I know this is none of my business Granger. But why did you leave the golden trio?" Malfoy smirked, blocking the door. Anger rose up in Hermione's throat.
"That is none of your business, Malfoy," She said through gritted teeth.
"Was Weasel-Bee not good enough for you?" Malfoy asked. Hermione remained silent.
"Get the hell away from me Malfoy, or I swear to God that I will make sure that I'll punch your nose in so hard that it won't go back to normal," Hermione threatened. Malfoy immediately shielded his face, clearly remembering what happened in their third year when Hermione punched him in the face for teasing Buckbeak. Hermione gave a quick, sarcastic smile and opened the door to Greta Avalon's office.
"Ah, you must be Miss Granger. Correct?" Greta removed her glasses and stood up, flattening her clothes and banishing it of all creases. Greta was a reasonably young lady with mid-length ginger hair.
"Hermione, please," Hermione begged absolutely loathing being called Miss Granger. Nodding in agreement, she sat back down.
"Please sit down." Greta indicated to a chair just opposite hers. Hermione gratefully sat down.
"So Hermione, I trust you have met Draco Malfoy and Jane Crosgrave." Hermione nodded.
"Just out of curiosity, what classes do they teach?" Hermione inquired.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy teaches Sports and Mrs. Crosgrave is the school's nurse," Greta said.
"Here is your timetable for this term, it tells you when all of your classes are and what year-level you have then. I'm sure that you will find your room to satisfy your needs. Mrs. Crosgrave will show you where you are staying, I'm sure," Greta said, patting her cat's ears.
"Thank you Mrs. Avalon." Hermione stood up and smoothed out her shirt.
"Call me Greta." Hermione nodded and went outside. Sure enough, Jane was outside waiting for Hermione. Except, someone else was with her: Draco Malfoy. He was practically snogging her face off. Draco had her pressed up against a wall, his hands riding up her legs.
"Oh, Hermione!" Jane exclaimed when she saw her looking at them. She pushed Malfoy off her and ducked her head, trying to hide her small smile on her delicate face. She didn’t look embarrassed, rather more amused that she was caught.
An awkward silence filled the air as Jane gave Malfoy once last fleeting kiss and beckoned for Hermione to follow her.
"So, are you and Malfoy dating?" Hermione asked. Jane let out a shrill laugh—shrill enough to compete with Bellatrix Lestrange's own.
"No, I'm married." Jane waved her wedding finger in front of Hermione's face.
"You're married to Malfoy then?" Hermione asked, trying to seem vaguely interested. Jane let out another shrill laugh. Hermione's eyebrow twitched. It was quite annoying.
"No, my husband lives in London. I doubt Draco ever would get married. He always talks about this girl that he loved during school and that if he ever got another chance he would take back everything he said. Ah, here's your room," Jane said, indicating to the door that read 'Miss Hermione Granger, Myths and Legends Teacher'
Hermione spun around to thanks Jane but she had already vanished.
Probably gone off to snog Malfoy again, Hermione thought and opened the door. It was a spacious room that had a four poster double bed, a television, two bedside tables, a closet, a desk, an en-suite and a small kitchen. The walls had the same faded, once pastel coloured wallpaper and a window sat to the left of her four-poster double bed. Walking over to the window, Hermione saw a large forest.
‘It looks like the forbidden forest,’ Hermione chucked to herself, reminiscing over faded school memories.
Suddenly, a knock came from the door.
"Hello?" Hermione said, opening the door. In front of her stood an attractive man—he looked not a day older than twenty, had dark brown eyes, tanned skin, mid-length black hair and the beginning of a beard on his chin. He was, as Hermione's friend Lauren would call it, eye candy.
"Hey, you must be the new teacher. My name is Dorian Austen, I'm the Chemistry teacher." He held his hand out and Hermione shook it. He had an extremely thick Scottish accent
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Hermione Granger, do you want some tea?" Hermione asked, opening the door wide enough for Dorian to come in.
"Yes, please." Dorian smiled. Opening the door, Dorian surveyed the room and sat down in a nearby chair that looked like it was about to collapse.
"So, where are you from?" Hermione asked, putting the kettle on and settling down into the chair opposite him.
"Scotland, I'm only over here because of my job," he said. At the word Scotland, Hermione was immediately intrigued.
"What is Scotland like? I've always wanted to go there," she said, leaning forward.
"Beautiful, the photos and movies don't do it justice. It has vast green lands that seem to stretch past the horizon and the sky and the hills seem to meet when he sun sets," He said, his eyes sparkled as he told Hermione about his home land, Dorian’s hands twitched in excitement and he had a huge smile plastered on his face.
Hermione jumped when the kettle went off, sounding like a train horn. Dorian laughed at Hermione’s reaction. Standing to her feet, Hermione reached for the boiled kettle, on the way her hand accidentally brushed against Dorian’s; sending shock waves through her.
"Sorry," She mumbled, avoiding eye contact with him. Dorian just laughed
“It’s okay. Here let me help,” Dorian offered, grabbing two large coffee cups from the overhead cabinets and placed them gently on the bench. Hermione smiled sweetly at Dorian and poured the tea
“So tell me about yourself Hermione,” Dorian said, sipping his hot tea
“Me? There’s not much to tell,” She replied, dipping her biscuit into her tea.
“Come on, childhood? Friends? How was school?” He pressured leaning forward.
‘He does sound really sincere,’ Hermione thought to herself.
“Well, if you must know. I went to a boarding school in the countryside, just like this one, it was for the, uh, for gifted and talent if you will,” Hermione winced slightly, she hated lying but given the current circumstances, she gave herself leave, “I was the school nerd, aced everyone on my tests and assignments and spent almost every waking moment in the library. My two best friends and I were the Golden Trio,” Hermione said, laughing at herself.
“What about you?” Hermione said to Dorian, who was halfway through his cup of tea
“What sort of gifted and talented school?” Dorian asked, looking deeply intrigued and completely ignoring Hermione’s question.
“Just a general gifted and talented school. Harry, my best friend was talented in, uh, sport and Ron, my other best friend was gifted in the area of, of, uh, acting! Yeah, he wanted to be on the TV show Doctor Who one day,” Hermione stuttered, rattling off the first things that came to her head.
“And you?” He asked, leaning forward, looking deep into Hermione’s eyes.
“Me? Uh, I was talented in, uh, academics! I mean, I told you before that I aced every test and exam I got!” She exclaimed.
For a split second, Hermione swore she saw an evil twinkle in Dorian’s eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came. Dismissing it, Hermione placed her empty tea cup aside and stood up, coming face to face with Dorian’s brown eyes.
"Come on, I'll give you a tour of this place. Trust me you'll get lost," Dorian said after they finished their tea.
Hermione flashed Dorian a grateful smile and they left the room.
Hermione was amazed at exactly how large the school was. It had taken Dorian a whole two hours to show her around.
"Well, thanks for showing me around, even though I'm still sure that I'm still going to get lost," Hermione said, closing the door.
“Bye Dorian.” She said, giving him a swift hug.
“Bye Hermione.” He replied, “Sweet Dreams.”
When the door closed, Hermione did a quick spin, her hands on her head and flumped down onto the bed. But she didn't come into contact with the soft bed like she expected, no, much to her horror it was a letter. She picked it up delicately and examined it, dread forming in her mind as she looked at it more. The writing on the front was written in ink, not pen and the 'G' was curved in exactly the same way as someone she used to know used to curve her 'G's. There was only one person this letter could be from: Ginny Weasley.
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