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Back to School	By : aneener8d Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 118401 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Back to School
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

Summary: Hermione is back at Hogwarts to complete her education as an Eighth Year. But wait… is that Harry Potter?… as the new DADA Professor?! What’s Harry to do when all he can dream/think about is giving Hermione detention and seeing her in her school uniform... or more specifically without her school uniform?

Author’s Note: Y’all are so nice! xD

Thanks for all the reviews! I’m glad most of y’all didn’t view Harry as too OOC… I guess I was just being overly cautious or something… But it is one of the things I try to be conscious of while writing. Although it is something that can’t be fully avoided, I try not to put too much of what I’d like Harry to be as opposed to what I saw Harry to be in the books. Same goes for Hermione I suppose. Though everyone has their own opinion and way of looking at the same text, there are some underlying characteristics that define Harry and Hermione and though I can’t say I am an expert in utilizing said characteristics, I hope that my endeavors are not fruitless in creating a story in which Harry and Hermione fall in love- not my own characterizations of Harry and Hermione.

On another note… I’m a complete IDIOT! I was supposed to add something to the end of the last chapter to kind of build the plot, but I totally forgot to because I was trying to get that damn chapter out as soon as possible. So I’ve been foaming at the mouth trying to think of a way to plug in my plot builder. My solution was to make this filler chapter and then add it to the next chapter. I think it actually makes the story flow a bit better, but idk…

To lemon or not to lemon? That is the question. Answer: a smidgen of limes- nothing explicit. Sorry, but my brain is too fried to try to write smut…

I guess I should also warn you that there is a fair amount of FLUFF to this chapter.

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Chapter 4:

By the time Harry had entered his room, he was panting heavily. He drew in a deep breath before letting it out, in an attempt to calm his racing heart. He knew part of it had to do with the running, but for the most part the excitement of what had just transpired left him breathless and giddy. Had there been an outside observer they would have commented on how Harry looked his age for once. His face was no longer marred with concerns of the future or lined with the constant worry of whether he would survive another day against the pure evil that had once consumed the Wizarding World. For once he looked like an eighteen year old- a teen who had just confessed for the first time. The work robes that had made him look professional and mature just that afternoon had never looked more awkward on his lean form than in that moment.

He smiled to himself as the fingers of his right hand came up to touch his lips. They still tingled from the kiss and he couldn’t help but let out a (manly) giggle as he remembered the kiss. Though he knew it was not their first kiss, by any means, it was still a first because it had not been laced with platonic feelings but rather hinted at his true feelings. It had been too short of a kiss, but he knew if he had stayed longer Hermione would have reacted and he could not predict what her reactions would have been.

Harry couldn’t help but feel hopeful when he remembered the small smile that had graced Hermione’s face as he made his escape. He tried to quell some of the expectations flitting about in his heart, but the fact that she hadn’t looked like she wanted to throttle him but rather appeared almost happy or pleased for him seemed promising.

He knew that there were still some misunderstandings that hung in the air, but he didn’t dwell on those negative thoughts for long. He was sure that, with time, everything would eventually work out on its own. How could it not work out when he had managed to kiss Hermione and still see a smile on that lovely face?

Filled with a contentment he had not known in a long time, he made his way to his bed to lie down. As soon as his head landed on his soft pillow his eyes closed of their own accord. Vaguely he thanked Merlin that he didn’t have to patrol the halls that night and kicked his shoes off as he let sleep come over him.

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Harry’s eyes opened abruptly. He heard a thump and his head involuntarily turned toward the noise. There stood Hermione with a devilish smirk on her face and both of her shoes lying haphazardly on the floor in front of her. Harry surmised that there had been two thumps, the first one waking him up and the second one used to draw his attention.

“Hermione?” Harry asked, confused to be seeing her in his room.

“You didn’t think I would just let you off after such an enormous proclamation did you?” Hermione asked.

“I… er… I” Harry tried, unable to form words- still suffering from a post-sleep haze.

“Scoot over…” Hermione said as she made her way toward the bed. Harry did as he was told- unable to think on his own and relying on Hermione’s commands to help him along. Once she was close enough, she uncovered the comforter and sheet that covered Harry’s body before climbing into the warmth and then recovered the both of them. Dressed in just her standard issue skirt and white shirt, she snuggled up next to Harry. She let her arms intertwine with Harry’s as she pressed herself closer. “Mmmh” she sighed. She rested her head in the crook of Harry’s neck as she draped her body over his.

“Er…” Harry lost all thought as he felt Hermione’s body press into his. The fact that he was in just his boxers and a simple white t-shirt jumped into the forefront on his mind. He could have sworn he fell asleep with all of his work robes on last night- too lazy to remove the clothing before he had succumbed to the heavy grasp of slumber. He could feel his face heat up as he felt a blush decorate his face. The feel of Hermione’s relatively cool skin prickling his too hot skin- heating him up further despite the coolness of her touch. “What… what are you doing here?” Harry finally asked, after finding his voice.

“Mmmh… I’m snuggling…” Hermione sighed.

“Why are…”

“Shhh! I’m trying to sleep.” Hermione interrupted matter-of-factly.

“But…”

“Shhh!” Hermione interrupted again.

“You’re in my…”

“If I agree to answer one question, will you agree to let me sleep?” Hermione asked peaking with one eye, keeping the other closed. She kept her tone light but Harry could hear the underlying tiredness and annoyance in her voice.

Not being able to form the words, he simply nodded his head in answer. After a few moments of complete silence, he finally asked, “why are you here… in my bed… trying to sleep… snuggling up next to me?”

“Well… isn’t that obvious?” Hermione asked in reply.

“Er… no?” Harry answered, confusion written all over his face.

“Obviously… because I’m too tired to do anything more than just lay next to you.” Hermione replied; the annoyance in her words building, as she explained herself.

“Huh?… do anything more?... like what?” Harry asked. The more Hermione explained, the more confused he seemed to be getting.

“Like this.” Hermione whispered into Harry’s ear, lifting her head slightly from its position so that her lips barely brushed up against Harry’s ear. She promptly lifted herself up so that she was straddling Harry’s stomach before she leaned forward and gave Harry a deep kiss.

“Mmmmm” Hermione moaned into the kiss as she took the initiative and let the tip of her tongue sweep over Harry’s lips. Harry had remained unresponsive, but when Hermione’s tongue traced over his lips a second time- a bit more insistent than the first, he opened his mouth just a crack before his mouth was invaded with the sweet taste of Hermione. His body responded almost involuntarily as his arms tightly wound themselves around Hermione, bringing her closer- trying to meld her body into his own. The feel of Hermione’s tongue exploring his mouth could only be described as heavenly; her tongue leaving a heady scent of her in its wake was enough to drive Harry crazy.

Hermione began to squirm on top of Harry- resulting in a low moan when her lower half rubbed up against his arousal. He responded by thrusting his hips up in search of her heated core and was rewarded with an aroused gasp, emitted from Hermione’s lips, when their lower halves touched once more.

Unhappy that their lips were no longer locked together, Harry lifted his head in search of Hermione’s lips. When he realized he would not be able to reach them, in their current position, he settled for nuzzling Hermione’s neck licking and nipping at the exposed skin found there.

“Harry…” Hermione gasped out. Harry found it impossible to do anything but continue his ministrations, wanting to hear his name once more. “Harry!” Hermione cried out this time as another thrust hit her clothed bottom. “I’m… I’m not ready to… ready to go further…” Hermione managed to say in between pants.

Harry’s movements came to an abrupt stop once his fizzled brain worked out what Hermione had just said to him. His arms immediately loosened their grip around Hermione and his body froze in all movements- afraid he had overstepped an invisible boundary and that Hermione would leave in disgust.

“Oh my sweet, sweet Harry.” Hermione said as she began to plant chaste kisses all over Harry’s face. “I didn’t mean you had to freeze up because you were making me uncomfortable. I just meant that well… I’d like to wait a bit before we went further… and also because I really am dead tired…”

Harry let out a breath of relief as Hermione went back to her original position and snuggled up next to Harry. “I’m sorry for creating your current predicament… I hadn’t meant to get so caught up…” Hermione said sheepishly.

“Er… it’s… it’ll… it’ll be alright…” Harry responded awkwardly- feeling the blush return in full force.

“Do you mind if I stay? Should I leave so that you can…”

“No!” Harry nearly shouted. When he saw Hermione flinch before grinning at him he cleared his throat, trying to dispel his embarrassment. “I mean… you can… you can stay if you’d like. I don’t mind…” He said in his most aloof tone- though he had a suspicion it came out a lot more desperate than aloof.

“Good, because I don’t think I would have been able to leave when I’m so comfy here.” Hermione said as she snuggled in closer to Harry.

Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione once more, letting the tiredness of the day take over him. He felt so content and comfortable; he knew it was only a matter of minutes before he drifted off to sleep (his problem nearly forgotten in the fog of happiness).

“Harry…” Hermione whispered.

“Mmm?” Harry responded, trying to fight off drowsiness in an attempt to be with Hermione longer. It was a fight he was fated to lose after a week of insomnia.

“I love you too…” Hermione whispered again, placing a gentle kiss on Harry’s cheek.

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Harry woke languidly letting his eyes open slowly, taking in his surroundings. He realized he had fallen asleep without changing into his bed clothes, and was indeed still in all of his work robes. Though the robes would usually be described as overbearing and stifling, he found that he didn’t mind one bit. He let his body stretch him into wakefulness as he remembered the almost normal dream he had had. He smiled goofily as he remembered the words that Dream Hermione had whispered right before he woke up. He knew it was only a dream and had not been real, but he still couldn’t suppress the sudden happiness that filled him. He was almost afraid of what would happen if he ever heard her say it- properly of course, with the same meaning of love as he held for her. The thought of it made his heart skip a beat as a feeling of bliss filled him.

Realizing it had been the most satisfying night he had had in a very long time, he looked at his watch to see that he still had a couple of minutes before his alarm was set to go off. Stretching once more, he sat up in bed before he proceeded to make his way to the bathroom.

Harry could tell that it was going to be a brilliant day. A glorious day indeed!

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Harry looked out the window in his classroom and noted how the overcast sky looked ominously foreboding and yet he couldn’t help but feel happy that a snow storm was making its way towards them. He could hear his students grumbling, as they made their way out of the classroom, about how the weather being so gloomy, but his mind could only come up with a hundred reasons why the weather was so great. So what if the castle felt five degrees colder with no sunlight to warm them up, it would be worth it once the landscape was covered in a new layer of pure white snow.

Once all the students had filed out, he quickly gathered all of his parchments and quills and stuffed them into a pack. He had to make sure he got down to the Professor’s meeting on time, but he didn’t want to have to come back to grab all of his effects after the meeting. As soon as he was sure he had everything, he ran out the door- making sure to lock it, before bolting down the stairs to the first floor, where the meeting was being held.

It had been a few days since he last spoke to Hermione. He had seen her in class the past two days, but he had not had the time to actually speak with her. But he noted that she still did not look angry or upset about his pseudo confession. It hadn’t been an outright ‘I love you,’ but he knew that she understood on some level that he no longer wanted a platonic relation from her.

As he made his way down the stairs, he noticed that students were eyeing him and not so subtly pointing him out to each other. Though this was not an uncommon occurrence, after three months of being the Defense Professor at Hogwarts, the novelty of seeing him around had worn off and students had taken to dutifully ignoring him- like they did with any other professor. So it came as a surprise to Harry that they were back to the pointing and the looking. He chose to just ignore everyone’s gaze and continued on his way to the meeting room.

Once Harry arrived at the portrait that functioned as a door to the meeting room, he said the password and entered the room. Though it was not his first Professor’s meeting, he couldn’t help but feel nervous about being surrounded by his former professors. There was just something unsettling about it. Usually, the atmosphere was light, but serious as they discussed patrol duties and upcoming Hogsmeade trips. So to say Harry was bowled over in surprise by the raucous chattering, that could be heard as soon as the portrait swung open, would not be an exaggeration.

"Ye too? How odd that Wolpert would play such a prank. He always seemed like a shy boy..." Harry recognized the voice as Hagrid’s.

"Yes, well from what I've heard, through the grapevine, he apparently tried something with our dear girl Hermione Granger and I think it might be a bit of retribution..." Professor Flitwick surmised.

"Oh she is a clever one..." said another professor. Harry vaguely recognized the voice as the Ancient Runes Professor.

"Well not to brag, but I taught her the undetectable extension charm... Which I'm sure you've all seen her use." Professor Flitwick said haughtily. "Charms are what her wand was made for- they are her specialty. I'm sure she not only used a powerful charm on Mr. Wolpert’s quills, but also managed to place a weak Confundus charm so that he wouldn't realize he was handing in complete rubbish.” Professor Flitwick finished, standing as straight as possible. He had never looked so tall as he did at that moment.

“Oh but we all knew Ms. Granger could be quite vindictive when she wants. Do you remember that girl, oh… what was her name… Martha… Marge… Oh, it started with an M… Marietta? Yes! Marietta Edgecombe. Do you all remember the acne that spelled out ‘SNEAK’ that not even Poppy could get rid of? All because of that secret club they made when that horrid woman Umbridge was here?” Professor Sprout recalled.

Harry let out a small chuckle. He couldn’t believe that all the Professors knew that Hermione had been behind that. Though, he had to admit, there was no one else in the DA who could have pulled off something as brilliant as that, besides Hermione of course.

His thoughts began to backtrack to what his former professors were discussing before the ‘SNEAK’ incident. From what Harry could infer, it seemed Hermione had done something to Wolpert in retribution to something that Wolpert had done to her… Finally clicking into place, he realized Hermione must have found out the vulgar things Wolpert had said about her and had exacted a payback that seemed to have all the professors praising her rather than reprimanding her misuse of magic.

Harry was pulled out of his thoughts when he realized the room had fallen eerily quiet. He looked about the room and saw all eyes on him. He shifted from one foot to the other at the deliberate stares his former professors were giving him. If he didn’t know any better, by the looks on their faces, he would have thought that they were his students- eager to find out about the latest gossip, rather than authoritative figures who, surely, had years of experience with situations such as this.

“I'm sure he thanks his lucky stars everyday that she became his friend first year. Am I correct to assume so Professor Potter?” Professor McGonagall asked with a knowing smirk as she passed by his frozen form, entering the room from behind him.

“Er... Yeah... More like every minute...” Harry said clumsily, unsure of how to properly respond to such a comment.

“Though I pride myself in not being a gossip, do tell us what Mr. Wolpert had said to get such a reaction from you.” One of the professors pleaded. Harry had to search his memory to match the face as the new Muggle Studies professor.

“Er…” Harry started. Harry looked to Professor McGonagall for some help, but she seemed to be avoiding his gaze as she purposefully looked down at her agenda. He deduced that she too wanted to know what Wolpert had said. When he had gone to meet with her after he punched Wolpert, he had left out the details and now he could only assume that she too wanted to know what had happened. “Er… he had… uh…” He wasn’t even sure how everyone had found out about the incident. Surely, Wolpert wouldn’t go around telling people what had happened…

“From what I heard, Wolpert had questioned Ms. Granger’s chastity and made some vulgar remark about her.” A professor Harry could not remember ever meeting said. A quick deduction and he was able to identify that this professor was the new Astronomy Professor.

“Oh I heard that too. From Mr. Gates, you know the 6^th year from Ravenclaw. I heard he was there when Nigel said those things.” Professor Sprout interjected. Harry recalled the incident and remembered that Nigel had been speaking to two other students. He couldn’t match the face with the name, but he had to assume that one of them had been going around telling people what had happened.

Harry merely nodded his head confirming the story, but not divulging what exactly Wolpert had said. “Er… can I ask what it is everyone thinks Hermione did to Wolpert?” Harry asked.

“Do you mean to tell me you don’t know?” Professor Sprout asked in surprise. Harry shook his head in the negative. “Well I suppose she couldn’t have done it in your class, now that Wolpert has been booted out of NEWT level DADA.”

“It seems that Hermione placed a spell on all of Nigel’s quills so that instead of writing down answers to questions, he wrote ‘I am a useless, perverted git and deserve to be punished. I believe a week’s worth of detention should suffice.’ on all of his work.“ Professor Flitwick continued where Professor Sprout left off. “We also think she placed him under a Confundus charm because he seemed truly surprised to find out what was really written on his parchment.”

“At first I thought he was being cheeky with me, but once I saw he was truly mortified, I only gave him two days of detention. I then put two and two together and had I not heard yesterday what Mr. Wolpert had said about Hermione I would have never figured out who would be capable of doing such a thing. I realized maybe I was too lenient, but I heard you gave him two weeks detention with Mr. Filch Professor Potter.” The Astronomy Professor said. Harry nodded in the affirmative- unable to form words after hearing about what Hermione had done. He wasn’t sure if he should laugh or thank his ‘lucky stars’ once more.

“I did the same thing. I regretted giving Wolpert only two days of detention once I realized it was probably Ms. Granger who was playing the so called prank.“ Professor Sprout confessed. “When I heard about what Nigel had said about Hermione at first I couldn’t believe it. But the incident today confirmed that he had done such a thing, and now I wish I had done something more than just two days of detention!” Professor Sprout declared- to which all of the professors readily agreed by nodding their heads.

“I don’t even have Ms. Granger in my class and yet she managed to keep Mr. Wolpert confounded enough so that he handed in the same rubbish as he did in all his other classes. The sheer genius and precision to exact such magic…” The Muggle Studies Professor said wistfully.

“I agree. I wish all my students were half as studious as Ms. Granger... Though, if that were the case, all of us would be out of a job!” Professor Flitwick joked. Everyone let out an amused chuckle or laugh, all agreeing that such an occasion could be possible if all of their respective students worked as hard as Hermione did.

Harry was amazed at the blatant favoritism Hermione was receiving from every professor. He was 100% positive Hermione had never even spoken to the new Muggle Studies professor, and yet... Once again he thanked his lucky stars because it truly was a miracle that Hermione was his friend.

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Once the Hermione praising had died down a bit, the meeting had commenced. Going back to the light yet serious tone Harry was accustomed to, discussions of patrolling the halls as well as chaperoning the Hogsmeade trips begun.

Though the meetings usually lasted longer, with no immediate events coming up, everyone was dismissed early. As all of the professors left the room, Harry could hear the conversations going back to praising Hermione. He chuckled to himself as he gathered his notes from the meeting and stuffing them into his pack. Realizing he had left his lesson plans in his office, in his haste to get to the meeting on time, he reluctantly made his way back to his office.

As he made his way to his office, no longer in a rush, he was able to fully appreciate the extent of the rumors flying about. He could now hear the small whispers of what had transpired as well as exaggerated stories that did nothing but aggravate Harry further. Didn’t these students have homework to do? If they had all this leisurely time to stand about and point at him, maybe he would rethink the amount of homework he assigned. Surely they would be able to complete longer essays.

Finally seeing his classroom/office picked up his pace to escape from the constant staring and pointing. He quickly unlocked his door and slipped in, closing the door behind him. He made his way to the front of the classroom before making his way into his office. To his surprise, it was not unoccupied, like he had expected, but he seemed to have a visitor. He smiled to himself when he recognized the frizzy brunette mane.

“Hi…” Harry greeted Hermione awkwardly.

“Hi…” Hermione replied- equally awkward.

“Er…”

“I’m not here to apologize, if that’s what you were expecting.” Hermione said boldly with confidence. “I’m still miffed at you for threatening Wolpert. You should not have acted so brashly. You are no longer just a student here at Hogwarts; you are a Professor and should act accordingly. Furthermore, I want to emphasize that I am no simpering, incompetent girl. I am a full Witch and I hope that in the future you will remember that. Though you may feel justified in your actions, I still think you should have let me take care of him.” Hermione finished her seemingly rehearsed speech with a slight nod of her head.

“Er… okay?” Harry said with a slight grin. He knew he should not, but he couldn’t help but feel Hermione looked cute during the oration of her monologue. He was being scolded and any other time he would have flinched at her words, but he couldn’t help but feel that the only reason she was even scolding him was because she found it her duty to put him in place when he acted so foolhardy.

“That being said, I… I wanted to… er… thanks… Harry.” Hermione said- almost sheepishly. Her stubborn resolve the only thing keeping her from actually apologizing for jumping to conclusions and yelling at Harry a few nights ago. Harry could make out a slight blush adorning her features-making it that much harder for Harry to control himself.

Harry openly smiled at Hermione and within seconds, he had approached her and gave her a tight hug. “I’m sorry… not for what I did. That’s something I will never regret. But I am sorry that you had to sully your hands because of that wanker.” Harry finished with a growl.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Hermione said, pulling away from the hug. To the untrained eye, Hermione would have looked innocently oblivious as to what Harry was referring to, but Harry knew better. He could just make out the mischievous smirk hidden beneath.

“You know, just because none of the Professors have done anything, doesn’t mean we don’t know. We all have eyes and ears. I think you’ll be happy to know all the Professors are on your side and they couldn’t stop praising your brilliant workmanship. Professor Flitwick was absolutely overjoyed that you used charms to exact your revenge.” Harry said with a smirk.

Understanding dawned on Hermione’s face at Harry’s words. Her face colored again in a bright blush. “I… er… I don’t know…” Hermione managed to say.

“Don’t worry Hermione, like I said, all of the professors think what you did was quite brilliant!” Harry said brightly.

“Oh! How embarrassing!” Hermione exclaimed. “Surely they must think I’m a complete fake for putting up a front of some sort- pretending to be stickler for the rules and yet I go off and do something like that… Ugh! I shouldn’t have acted so brash. You know this is entirely your fault!” Hermione said accusingly. “I shouldn’t have done something so… public… I was just so angry at what he said and then when I realized you might get in trouble for being physical with him, I just lost all thought and I…”

Harry broke out in laughter, interrupting Hermione’s thoughts. He pulled Hermione back into a hug and then gave her a chaste kiss on her right cheek. “Believe me when I say they definitely knew a lot more about you than you think.” Harry said. At Hermione’s questioning look Harry continued. “They knew you were behind Marietta Edgecombe’s ‘SNEAK’ incident… not only did they know, they think you are bloody brilliant for it.”

Hermione’s face colored once more at Harry’s words. Harry wasn’t sure if it was because he told her the professors knew, because of the compliment, or (Harry hoped) because he had kissed her and she just realized he had done so- also the fact that she was still in his arms seemed like a possible cause. Though he knew he should let go, he was too content with Hermione in his arms and was determined not to loosen his grip unless she made any indication to pull away.

To Harry’s surprise, instead of pulling away, she buried her face into Harry’s chest, as if to hide away her embarrassment. Harry could feel his face heat up at the gesture. “Is there anything else I should be aware of?” Hermione asked, her voice muffled by his clothes.

“No. That was all of it… though they might know more, but they didn’t tell me.” Harry said.

Hermione pulled her head away and looked up at Harry. Unable to fully control himself, Harry gave Hermione a small kiss on her lips. Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise and quickly moved away.

“I… that is to say…” Hermione stuttered out.

“What are you doing for Valentine’s Day?” Harry asked. He wasn’t really sure where his boldness was coming from, but he knew he would regret it if he did not pursue Hermione.

“Huh?” Hermione questioned.

“What are you doing for Valentine’s Day? It’s a Hogsmeade weekend, will you… will you spend the day with me?” Harry asked.

“I… well… I don’t…”

“Don’t analyze the situation. Just… just promise to give me a chance?” Harry quickly added, before Hermione had a chance to reject him out right. “There’s still two and a half weeks until the day, but I just wanted to make sure your schedule was free. Please say yes.” Harry added. He gave her his most pleading look. At first she looked skeptical, but nodded her head in agreement when Harry began to pout.

“Fine, but… can we call it an outing? I… I just feel uncomfortable calling it something else…” Hermione let her voice trail off.

“We can call it whatever you please- as long as you go.” Harry said with a big smile. He felt a sudden giddiness overcome him at the thought that he would be spending Valentine’s Day with Hermione. He placed another kiss on Hermione’s cheek, before reluctantly pulling away.

*AN:

This chapter turned out A LOT longer than I expected…

Originally I wasn’t going to have Hermione find out what Nigel said about her (actually Nigel was never really supposed to say anything bad. But, as I was writing I realized Harry’s not the type of person (no matter how jealous) to just threaten people without some kind of reason). But I needed the filler so as to set up for the next chapter.

Also, I’m sorry I have NO IDEA on how to portray Hagrid’s accent. That was one of the reasons he only spoke once (another reason being, I wasn’t 100% sure he remained the CofMC Prof after the war). I also couldn’t remember all of the subjects and professors, and though I should have looked it up, I really didn’t want to, so… yeah. I hope the conversation was okay. I tried to think of how most teachers/professors would be and I figured even though I don’t know much about the professors’ personalities, they came out okay… It is a bit of silliness really, but I didn’t want to crack! up the fic by having crazy things happening and I thought this was the best solution to such an incident.

Totally off topic, I am currently on this whole KakaIru fix right now… I’m simply OBSESSED! I’m trying to write this fanfiction whilst immersed in the world of Naruto so it’s interesting switching from one world to another… Though I don’t think it’s affecting me too much, there are times that I find a weird similarity between Iruka and Hermione- mostly that they are hardworking and usually come off as anal retentive, stick-to-the-rules type characters. Besides that… not much is similar I guess except that they are my favorite characters from their respective worlds.
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