Teacher's Week
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,605
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27
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Teacher's Week
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Summary:
Hermione is on her 7th year at Hogwarts. Everything runs smoothly. She continues to maintain her very high grades and even has break up with Ron. Suddenly Dumbledore launches something totally unexpected. Can Hermione handle it?
Thank you ever so much for the reviews. I’m so grateful. I hope you all keep reading. Anyway, I STILL need a beta so if anyone is willing, CONTACT ME. Enjoy!
RnR y’all!
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Chapter 2: Teacher’s Week
Hermione sat in between Seamus and Harry, deep in thought. Although it still appalled her, she wasn’t even bothered by how many turkey legs Ron consumed for the duration of the feast. What bothered her was Professor McGonagall’s answer. At first, Hermione thought the Professor was going to barf; an expression rarely seen on her stern face. And then her eyes twitched. The professor brushed her question off and announced that it was none of her business and that she, being the Head Girl must never resort to slyness and must not be late for the feast.
Hermione lifted her head as the Hall got quiet. She saw Professor Dumbledore stand up and she heard him clear his throat.
“How were the holidays? Anyone receive anything interesting?” He beamed as the crowd started to murmur their answers. Dumbledore nodded then raised his hand. The murmurs ceased almost immediately.
He continued: “I noticed that every year at Hogwarts goes by filled with the groans of students and the shuffling of papers when Professors assign their students homework for the day or return test papers or request them to copy tedious details on different procedures and incantations. With this thought in mind, I wondered: what would it be like to have certain students experience what it is to be on the receiving end of those complaints. Why not give the Professors a little break? Why not test the patience and the abilities of fellow students? As a result, I, along with your other Professors have decided that we should have a ‘Teacher’s Week’ wherein a certain number of handpicked seventh years will be assigned to teach a subject for an entire week.”
Dumbledore paused, smiling at the unease of some of the students. Some, he noticed, were starting to converse with those closest to them, wondering who will teach what subject. Hermione, however, was nearly jumping off her chair in anticipation; Professor McGonagall totally removed from her thoughts.
“Lesson plans, assignments, exams and all those whatnots that are part and parcel of a Professor’s job will be assigned to the students who will serve as your Student-Teachers for the entire duration of that week. Even though your Professor will be present to oversee the lessons, I trust that you will call the Student-Teachers by their proper title and address them with as much respect as you do to your Professors, if not more. However, we are yet to announce the precise date of the event but it will take place sometime May to early June.
“But this is not the time for chat, off to bed you go! You all have classes tomorrow!” the Headmaster ended his speech clapping his hand encouragingly and beckoning them to go on to their dormitories.”
Hermione was frozen on her seat. She couldn’t believe it! This was her chance to be her idea of a model Professor who unlike others would not ‘deprive’ her students of whatever information they desired. She had always wanted to become a Professor and therefore this also was the opportunity to prove to herself whether or not the vocation was perfect for her or not. She smiled.
Hermione was absolutely sure that she was going to teach Arithmancy. She loved the subject and though it was hard, she knew everything by heart. She was positive that she was going to teach Arithmancy. Not to mention that her Professor absolutely loved her! This was it; this was her wine to shine! There was no doubt about it that she was going to do her best. She was going to start right after breakfast tomorrow. She had an hour free before her first class. Hermione knew a number of Arithmancy books hidden in the library that could do her good. She had to teach classes from fifth to seventh year, after all….
Ginny Weasley, the Gryffindor Prefect just announced the new password. Hermione was about to follow till she remembered—she had to go to the dungeons. She groaned inwardly and told Harry and Ron she’d follow on later. Hermione headed straight there, dodging Pansy Parkinson who tried to discreetly zap her with a jinx. She turned a corner.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here!” Someone smirked behind her.
“What do you want, Malfoy!” Hermione demanded pulling out her wand.
“Crabbe,” Malfoy tilted his handsome face to the right, wand at the ready. “What did we do to the last mudblood that stained our dungeons?”
Crabbe looked at him, clueless.
“Never mind. Don’t answer that, you goof.” Malfoy smacked the back of Crabbe’s head. “Hmm… I’m still trying to decide what curse to hex you with… or would you want to make my life so much easier and tell me that you want an Unforgivable?”
Hermione remained silent. She knew better than to say anything just yet.
Crabbe and Goyle laughed openly. Malfoy ruffled his blond hair.
“What’s this? Ms. Mudblood can’t talk?” said Malfoy “Hear, talk and I might let you off with only a Bat-Boogey Hex.”
“Well, if you insist,” replied Hermione, stepping to her right and as quickly as she could, raised her wand.
“Petrifiter Totalus!” She cried. Malfoy’s eyes were wide open with shock. They moved over to her as she approached their petrified bodies
“Well, if you insist,” repeated Hermione “You ought to know by now not to mess with me. Never call me a mudblood. You’re the one with mud in your bloodline.” She grinned broadly. “Next time, I won’t be so easy. Now, I’ll release you but when I do, you’ll leave me alone, you hear? I want fu--”
“Well done Ms. Granger. How you’ve managed to petrify three who belong to my own house simply astounds me. Twenty points from Gryffindor.”
Hermione paled when she recognized to whom the familiar swish of robes belonged.
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SecretBookofKalliope – ‘hook, line, sinker’? What do you mean?
Bjornsdotter – Cheers to you too! I’m following your advice: I’m looking for a beta.
Edania – Well hun, I find it a little hard not leaving cliffhangers. As you can see, this chapter has one too! Plus, that’s the beauty of it. It keeps you anticipating for the next chapter! Hope you’ll keep reading!
Niami – Aw, shucks! I’m so happy you commented on mine!
Everyone else – thanks so much! I appreciate your comments!
Summary:
Hermione is on her 7th year at Hogwarts. Everything runs smoothly. She continues to maintain her very high grades and even has break up with Ron. Suddenly Dumbledore launches something totally unexpected. Can Hermione handle it?
Thank you ever so much for the reviews. I’m so grateful. I hope you all keep reading. Anyway, I STILL need a beta so if anyone is willing, CONTACT ME. Enjoy!
RnR y’all!
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Chapter 2: Teacher’s Week
Hermione sat in between Seamus and Harry, deep in thought. Although it still appalled her, she wasn’t even bothered by how many turkey legs Ron consumed for the duration of the feast. What bothered her was Professor McGonagall’s answer. At first, Hermione thought the Professor was going to barf; an expression rarely seen on her stern face. And then her eyes twitched. The professor brushed her question off and announced that it was none of her business and that she, being the Head Girl must never resort to slyness and must not be late for the feast.
Hermione lifted her head as the Hall got quiet. She saw Professor Dumbledore stand up and she heard him clear his throat.
“How were the holidays? Anyone receive anything interesting?” He beamed as the crowd started to murmur their answers. Dumbledore nodded then raised his hand. The murmurs ceased almost immediately.
He continued: “I noticed that every year at Hogwarts goes by filled with the groans of students and the shuffling of papers when Professors assign their students homework for the day or return test papers or request them to copy tedious details on different procedures and incantations. With this thought in mind, I wondered: what would it be like to have certain students experience what it is to be on the receiving end of those complaints. Why not give the Professors a little break? Why not test the patience and the abilities of fellow students? As a result, I, along with your other Professors have decided that we should have a ‘Teacher’s Week’ wherein a certain number of handpicked seventh years will be assigned to teach a subject for an entire week.”
Dumbledore paused, smiling at the unease of some of the students. Some, he noticed, were starting to converse with those closest to them, wondering who will teach what subject. Hermione, however, was nearly jumping off her chair in anticipation; Professor McGonagall totally removed from her thoughts.
“Lesson plans, assignments, exams and all those whatnots that are part and parcel of a Professor’s job will be assigned to the students who will serve as your Student-Teachers for the entire duration of that week. Even though your Professor will be present to oversee the lessons, I trust that you will call the Student-Teachers by their proper title and address them with as much respect as you do to your Professors, if not more. However, we are yet to announce the precise date of the event but it will take place sometime May to early June.
“But this is not the time for chat, off to bed you go! You all have classes tomorrow!” the Headmaster ended his speech clapping his hand encouragingly and beckoning them to go on to their dormitories.”
Hermione was frozen on her seat. She couldn’t believe it! This was her chance to be her idea of a model Professor who unlike others would not ‘deprive’ her students of whatever information they desired. She had always wanted to become a Professor and therefore this also was the opportunity to prove to herself whether or not the vocation was perfect for her or not. She smiled.
Hermione was absolutely sure that she was going to teach Arithmancy. She loved the subject and though it was hard, she knew everything by heart. She was positive that she was going to teach Arithmancy. Not to mention that her Professor absolutely loved her! This was it; this was her wine to shine! There was no doubt about it that she was going to do her best. She was going to start right after breakfast tomorrow. She had an hour free before her first class. Hermione knew a number of Arithmancy books hidden in the library that could do her good. She had to teach classes from fifth to seventh year, after all….
Ginny Weasley, the Gryffindor Prefect just announced the new password. Hermione was about to follow till she remembered—she had to go to the dungeons. She groaned inwardly and told Harry and Ron she’d follow on later. Hermione headed straight there, dodging Pansy Parkinson who tried to discreetly zap her with a jinx. She turned a corner.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here!” Someone smirked behind her.
“What do you want, Malfoy!” Hermione demanded pulling out her wand.
“Crabbe,” Malfoy tilted his handsome face to the right, wand at the ready. “What did we do to the last mudblood that stained our dungeons?”
Crabbe looked at him, clueless.
“Never mind. Don’t answer that, you goof.” Malfoy smacked the back of Crabbe’s head. “Hmm… I’m still trying to decide what curse to hex you with… or would you want to make my life so much easier and tell me that you want an Unforgivable?”
Hermione remained silent. She knew better than to say anything just yet.
Crabbe and Goyle laughed openly. Malfoy ruffled his blond hair.
“What’s this? Ms. Mudblood can’t talk?” said Malfoy “Hear, talk and I might let you off with only a Bat-Boogey Hex.”
“Well, if you insist,” replied Hermione, stepping to her right and as quickly as she could, raised her wand.
“Petrifiter Totalus!” She cried. Malfoy’s eyes were wide open with shock. They moved over to her as she approached their petrified bodies
“Well, if you insist,” repeated Hermione “You ought to know by now not to mess with me. Never call me a mudblood. You’re the one with mud in your bloodline.” She grinned broadly. “Next time, I won’t be so easy. Now, I’ll release you but when I do, you’ll leave me alone, you hear? I want fu--”
“Well done Ms. Granger. How you’ve managed to petrify three who belong to my own house simply astounds me. Twenty points from Gryffindor.”
Hermione paled when she recognized to whom the familiar swish of robes belonged.
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SecretBookofKalliope – ‘hook, line, sinker’? What do you mean?
Bjornsdotter – Cheers to you too! I’m following your advice: I’m looking for a beta.
Edania – Well hun, I find it a little hard not leaving cliffhangers. As you can see, this chapter has one too! Plus, that’s the beauty of it. It keeps you anticipating for the next chapter! Hope you’ll keep reading!
Niami – Aw, shucks! I’m so happy you commented on mine!
Everyone else – thanks so much! I appreciate your comments!