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Twenty Shades of Granger	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 31691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Professor
- 2-The Headboy
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Harry Potter Universe. They all belong to J.K Rowling. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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The first time Hermione saw the new Professor, she knew that the female population at Hogwarts would be flocking and tittering over him once he stepped out from the train and into the school. For certain, the amount of progesterone from the student body would explode by the mere glimpsed of him.
The man's devastating good looks would have made most women weak-kneed and set their hearts raising, especially with those deep-set, cobalt-blue eyes of his, which was framed by thick dark lashes; while those sensuous lips, aquiline nose, strong cheek bones, chiselled jawline, and that thick, dark locks - which curled at the corners of his ears and nape; and just every inch of his attractive features on his admirable, six foot and four inches tall, lean frame - would have made any ordinary women faint, and perhaps, they would even willingly dropped down their knickers for him.
Hermione, however, had merely felt a mild fluttering of her heart and an odd sense of wariness the instant she met him, more so when she had noticed how Draco Malfoy had paled at the sight of him.
It had been Professor McGonagall who had introduced both Hermione and the Head Boy to the Professor, who had been recently hired as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
At that time, the new Professor had emanated a subtle dark aura for a brief second during their encounter. But now, she knew what lay beneath that beautiful mask of deception and intrigue that he must have obsessively worn since birth.
Hermione had discovered this fact after he had subjected her to his cold - and sometimes - mocking and unpleasant attitude.
After the Professor had been informed that Hermione was a muggle-born, his attitude towards her had turned frosty, and even downright degrading. Although he hadn't blatantly shown it to the other people when he had encountered her.
However, the first time they were introduced, Professor Riddle had been all smiles and charm. The only thing that saved Hermione from falling for his perfect facade was because of Draco Malfoy. If Draco hadn't acted oddly towards him, Hermione would be among the many people Professor Riddle had wrapped around his little finger.

September 1, 2008
"Before you start your duties as Head Boy and Head Girl, I would like you both to meet the other addition to our school staff, Professor Tom Riddle," Professor McGonagall said, gesturing to the tall man who stood beside her. "The new Defence Against the Dark Arts Teacher."
Hermione noticed Professor Riddle assessing Draco first before he said, "The young Malfoy and I have already met, Minerva. His father, Lucius, is a friend of mine. I often visit their family estate in Wiltshire every summer, and sometimes during the Holidays. There's no need for us to be introduced once more - her, however..." He said turning towards Hermione, his cobalt-blue eyes scrutinizing her from head to toe. "- and who might you be?"
The Deputy Headmistress answered for her.
"This is the new Head Girl, Hermione Granger - the Hogwarts' Top One student." Professor McGonagall informed the new teacher with a hint of pride lacing her words.
Hermione couldn't help but blush at the last statement. The new Professor took note of this, of course.
"She must be from your House then, Minerva? Otherwise, you wouldn't be giving accolades so early on in our introduction," Professor Riddle remarked in faint amusement.
"As a matter of fact, yes...Miss Granger here is from Gryffindor, Professor." Professor McGonagall replied just as the new teacher stepped towards Hermione with his left hand extended.
"Well then, it's an honour to meet you, Miss Granger."
Hermione eyed his hand for a second, shortly before she reached out and took it. Immediately, her appendage was engulfed by his large, masculine hand. Their eyes met, and Hermione couldn't stop the fluttering of her heart when she saw his handsome visage up close.
The Professor's eyes were not entirely blue like Hermione had thought, but it was tinged by green and brown colour as well, and were framed by thick and long lashes that many woman would envy to have.
Professor Tom Riddle was not handsome. No, he wasn't, but he was beautiful; and he was giving her a wide smile that revealed his straight, white teeth - which for sure, Hermione's parents would admire.
The man looked perfect to the point that Hermione wanted to scrub her eyes out for staring at him too long. His smile would have nearly disarmed her, if it wasn't for Draco who had remained tense and pale throughout the entire exchange.
Hermione carefully assessed the man who dwarfed her by more than a foot, while the Professor was doing the same to her. She wondered what the reason behind Draco's reaction to him was.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Professor." Hermione responded at last and squeezed the hand that held hers, and where she thereafter shook. There was an answering squeeze from the other end as the new Professor subsequently shook her hand more firmly.
"May I ask what your O.W.L's results were, to acquire such highly-regarded position?" He asked her as he unclasped and released her hand.
At first, Hermione hesitated. She didn't really want him to know that she had gotten all nine Outstandings in most of her subjects, except for Defence Against the Dark Arts, which she only got an Exceeds Expectations - the particular subject that the Professor was going to teach.
It would be somewhat embarrassing to reveal this fact to him.
Nevertheless, Hermione told him half the truth, albeit reluctantly.
"I have nine Outstanding marks in all my subjects, except for one Exceeding Expectations," she said evasively, deciding not tell him what subject that was.
Typical, the Professor noticed her vague answer on the latter, and he unerringly pressed on.
"And what subject would that be to make you look so disappointed?" He asked, a smile curling at the corners of his lips; perhaps he already knew the answer to that.
An embarrassed blush flooded Hermione's face, when she answered shortly.
"Defence Against the Dark Arts,"
The Professor regarded her for a second while Hermione met his stare evenly, still with a red blush staining her cheeks. But before either of them could say more, Professor McGonagall interrupted them.
"Don't worry, Miss Granger. I'm sure that you will do better in your N.E.W.T exams this year.''
She heard Professor McGonagall's assurance while Hermione watched the new Professor flashed her a brief smile, which would have sent any ordinary teenage girl giggling, except Hermione was too worried about what the Professor might say to her regarding her less-than-perfect grade in his subject.
"Yes, I believe so, Miss Granger. I expect more of you from my class, especially now that I know that Defence is... your weakness. I hope you would do more to improve on that. After all, these are dark times. Intelligence alone can't save you from an unexpected attack while Grindelwald's war rages on." He told her, and Hermione felt intimidated, and a bit apprehensive, after she had sensed a strange shift in his aura.
It felt dark somehow as it pressed subtlety and delicately on her.
"Yes, Professor. I will," was her immediate response, moving hastily away from him.
Afterwards, Professor McGonagall ushered both Draco and her out from the teacher's lounge. She was already at the door, and was about to follow Draco outside, when Professor Riddle called out to her.
"And Miss Granger?"
Hermione turned back towards him, meeting his blue gaze. There was a short pause as the new Professor carefully assessed her with an enigmatic - and somewhat - calculating expression.
"Perhaps if you study hard enough, you can beat the eleven Outstanding marks in my N.E.W.T exams," he said to her, rather unexpectedly.
Once having said that, the Professor swiftly pivoted around to trounce towards the chair that he had vacated early for their introduction, and dismissing her without much thought.
Hermione was left gaping at the door, but recovered instantly when she heard Draco grumbling outside.
Soon after, Hermione hurried out to join the Head Boy.
"Eleven Outstandings?! That - that's just...," she mentally muttered incredulously as she slid the door shut behind her, ignoring the glare Draco directed at her.
For some reason, this new information stoked Hermione's competitive streak. She also felt somewhat piqued at the way the Professor had divulged his stellar N.E.W.T grades to her.
He sounded so arrogant and so sure of himself as if Hermione couldn't beat the record that he had successfully set.
"Eleven Outstandings, huh? Hmn... We'll, see about that...," she thought in determination.
"Will you stop daydreaming Granger and let's go?!" Draco demanded, breaking Hermione's train of thought.
"Merlin! I thought you were different from the other girls who would never fall prey to a good-looking face that easily! But I'm sorely mistaken, for you looked annoyingly smitten at our Professor already."
"Shut up, Malfoy! It's not what you think! I'm not-"
"Yeah, right!" The blonde interjected as they began walking to do their duties as the new Head Boy and Head Girl.
During the entire train ride, they were constantly at each other's throats. Hermione wondered how she could survive sharing the same Head Dormitory with the insufferable git.

When Piranha's would go into a feeding frenzy at the scent of blood; the school's female population, on the other hand, had simply went berserk when Headmaster Dippet had introduced the new Professor.
"Oh my!" Hermione had heard Parvati Patil said after Professor Riddle was introduced to the entire school during the feast, where it seemed most of the female students were staring at the new teacher rather than listening to the Headmaster; and then later, ignoring their food in favour of the most delectable dessert seated on the staff table.
"He's a fine one, that!" said a sixth-year girl to her fellow year mates as they feast their eyes on the eye-candy.
"He's so tall and handsome!" sighed another young fourth year.
"Yes, and he doesn't look older than his thirty-five years! He looks gorgeous for someone he's age!"
"I would totally jump on him-" Lavander began, and Hermione had enough of their incessant chatter. It was giving her a headache just by listening to them gushed over the new teacher.
"Merlin, Lavander! He's a teacher for goodness-sake!" She hissed at the blonde, who was sitting just three seats from her.
"Oh, come on now, Hermione! Don't be such a goody two-shoes! You've got to admit that he does cut a fine figure in those black robes of his, all broad shoulders and nicely-toned -"
"I don't want to hear it," Hermione snapped and swiftly turned her attention back to both Ron and Harry, who were rolling their eyes at Lavander's words.
"Teacher or not, I think it would be a crime not to-!" Lavander was saying, but Hermione tuned her out and listened to her boyfriend, who was saying.
"Bloody hell! I'm glad you are not like them, Hermione! Or I will end up drawing your attention away from the new teacher more often!" Ron said honestly, where he afterwards started shovelling food into his mouth.
Hermione's nose wrinkled in disgust at his poor manners, but then shifted her attention to her other best friend, who asked her in a quiet voice.
"What do you think of the new professor, Hermione?" Harry asked, his emerald eyes warily glancing around them and then back to the person sitting on the staff table. "Does he seemed odd to you?"
"I'm not sure what you mean, Harry." She replied uncertainly, noticing her dark-haired friend narrowing his eyes at the new professor in a way one would regard an enemy or a threat.
"I don't like him. Something about him doesn't feel right."
"I'm sure it's just a feeling, Harry…," Hermione responded, trying to reassure him. "He's still new after all. Perhaps once we join his class, he's not going to be as bad as the last teachers we had in that particular subject."
"…."
Harry didn't say anything to her after that, and just picked at his food while he kept a close eye on the Professor until the dinner plates disappeared, and even after she had departed from them to do her Head Girl duties.

September 5, 2008
On Friday, during the first day of Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Hermione's irritation towards the majority of the female population mounted.
As soon as Professor Riddle started throwing questions, there were more than a dozen hands that shot up to answer, which gave Hermione a much lesser chance to be pick among the astonishingly interested students - or rather - among her cumbersome female classmates.
In the end, Hermione had to forcefully put down her hand as not to appear too eager and not looked as foolish as the other girls; lest she might be accused of being one of the Professor's admirers by none other than Lavander Brown, who had sent Hermione a look the instant she had raised her hand.
At Lavander's sly smirk, all Hermione's enthusiasm to participate in class evaporated. But that didn't stopped her from feeling an ounce of satisfaction as her female classmates, who had were called to answer, couldn't even get their answers right, and were mostly stammering like a bunch of nitwits.
Listening to them prattle nonsensical answers, made Hermione wanted to pinch her nose in sheer aggravation. By Morgana's! She wanted to throttle all of them for shamelessly throwing themselves at the new Professor. Their actions were putting a bad image to their school.
"It – it's a bird, Professor. About this size, and –"
"That would be all, Miss Greengrass. Thank you…However, that was not what I wanted to hear. Perhaps someone can elaborate on this matter in great detail?" Professor Riddle asked, impatience tinging his voice after most of the students he had called failed to deliver the answer he expected.
Hermione glanced around, and realized that there were no longer people with their hands up, probably because they could feel the Professor's frustration rolling off of him in waves.
So, Hermione took this opportunity and carefully raised her hand.
Instantly, her caramel eyes met a pair of turquoise orbs as the Professor turned his gaze on her.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"The Fwooper is a magical avian creature that originates from the African peninsula. It is widely known for its brightly coloured feathers, which compromises four distinctive colours, mainly; yellow, pink, lime green and orange. And due to this, the four coloured feathers are used to represent the number 'four' in the ruinic alphabet. Apart from that-" Hermione was saying, not even realizing that she was talking rapidly that Professor Riddle had to interrupt her.
"Slow down, Miss Granger." Professor Riddle said chuckling while the majority of the girls in the room nearly fainted at the sound of his low, masculine laughter. "No need to say it in a hurry. I'm not going to chase you out of this room, if you answered slowly - or like the majority of your classmates - stammered it out."
There was another chuckle from him, which sent the other girls sighing out loud, while one that vaguely sounded like Lavander, who muttered, "I wouldn't mind letting him chase me if he ended up in my dormitory."
The girl's blasé statement was soon followed by the unmistakable giggles from the rest of the female students; the boys, on the other hand, were scowling fiercely at their antics.
Hermione observed the slight frown marring the Professor's forehead when he heard the obnoxious twittering coming from the girls, but wisely ignored them. His attention fixed on Hermione, who had blushed for being singled out, and especially from the scandalous implications of Lavander's statement.
Fortunately, the Professor hadn't heard what the blonde girl had said, or for sure the man would have deducted points from the Gryffindor house.
"I apologize, Professor. I didn't realize I was speaking fast," she said to him, turning her head to the side to hide the slight flush that suffused her cheeks.
"Don't worry, Miss Granger. I was able to understand what you had said," the dark-haired Professor assured her, and Hermione looked at him.
"Ten points to Gryffindor for the detailed answer, Miss Granger." Professor Riddle remarked with a smile on his lips, and Hermione couldn't helped but beamed at him.
Her eyes were shining brightly as she stared into his glinting, blue eyes. She was surprised that he was freely awarding points to the Gryffindor House, when the others had said that he was favouring the Slytherins.
"However, I want you to answer some bonus questions of mine, where I will give you another extra points if answered correctly," he said to her, and Hermione nodded her head - almost eagerly; not knowing that the Professor was going to challenge her intellect.
The smile on the Professor's lips widened.
"Then, let's start. Can you tell me what is the name of the animal rights group that defends this particular magical creature? What are they focusing on, and perhaps their slogan?" The Professor asked and Hermione immediately responded.
"The animal rights group is called the Fwooper Foundation… and due to the magical significance of the Fwooper's feathers, as the representation of the number 'four' in ancient ruins; they are solely focusing on four things, such as; companionship, entertainment, clothing and food. It has been said that the foundation's objectives had been based from the muggle world, where the non-magical folks are using and exploiting animals in either of those four ways. As a consequence, they are doing what they can to improve the Fwoopers condition in those areas. Their slogan is, 'Breaking the Silencing Charm'."
"And why do you think they used that slogan, Miss Granger?"
"I believe Professor that it has got to do with how the birds are being sold with the Silencing Charm placed on them. It is a well-known fact that the Fwooper's song can drive any listener insane, thus the need for the Silencing Charm. However, such constant use of magic on the creature itself can be considered abusive, to which the foundation might have wanted to break the strict rules regarding the monthly reinforcement of the charm, if owning such pets."
"Are these your assumptions, Miss Granger? Or were you telling facts?" The Professor asked her in a serious tone.
Hermione was brought abruptly to the present as she realized that the class had gone silent during her entire monologue. She must have completely drifted off to her mind library as she recalled her readings about the particular subject.
Automatically, she answered the Professor's question, and tried not to fidget when she felt eyes stabbing into her back.
"Both, Professor. Some are my conclusion while the others I have gathered from the books that I have read."
"Really? Then, you must be an avid reader to include the book, 'The Magical Creatures and its Defenders', which I presume you got those information from, am I correct?"
"Yes, Professor. I have read the book when I was in fifth-year."
"I see…hmn, a photographic memory, huh?"
Hermione nodded, getting conscious at the silent class who were listening to their conversation, where she could faintly feel more than a dozen glares pinning her on the spot that came from the girls in the room. They were clearly angry at her for taking the Professor's attention, and for successfully impressing him.
"How remarkable, but not surprising for someone who have constantly maintained such outstanding grades throughout your school curriculum - the same as me when I was your age…very well, take fifteen points, Miss Granger… and another five points for not stuttering," he said to her, singling her out again from the other girls, who was now openly glowering at her.
Hermione noticed the slight twitch on the Professor's lips, before it vanished like a swift breeze and Hermione wondered if he had done that on purpose to cause trouble.
"Thank you, Professor," she said to him, frowning for a fraction of a second before she wiped the expression off her face, not intending to show the Professor how his action would affect her in the future.
"You may take your seat now,"
Hermione did as instructed, and for the rest of the class, she remained silent; ultra-aware of some girls still shooting daggers at her.
….
For the next weeks, Hermione avoided raising her hand during Professor Riddle's class. However, it seemed that the man had made it his mission to make her miserable and keep her on her toes, because when she was not raising her hand, the Professor would always call her in class - one way or the other - which made the girls act nastier towards her.
From a few insults being thrown at her after the first week, the next thing Hermione knew, they were jinxing her things and hexing her on empty corridors when she was out patrolling by herself. They were mostly from the Slytherin girls who seemed to have form a fan club for the Professor.
Nevertheless, Hermione knew more than a few protective charms and other spells to prepare herself for such occurrences, where her assailants would always get what they rightfully deserved, either by getting a detention or having their House points deducted by her.
Ultimately, Hermione's life had become difficult the moment the Professor had stepped into her school. After wondering the reason behind the Professor's odd behaviour towards her for three months, Hermione finally discovered the truth.
When the man was not calling her in class and subjecting her to long minutes of being glared at by his fan club, or deliberately fuelling their wrath by raining praises on her more than superb performance in his class; outside of the classroom, however, it was a different matter altogether.
Instead of the unwanted attention that she had gotten during his class, Hermione was presented by a cold front and frosty stare when she encountered the Professor in the corridors.
She had expected a nod, a welcoming smile or perhaps even a brief greeting of acknowledgement, but he did neither of those things - well, he did once, but that was during the first week.
Afterwards, he was all but glacial towards her.
The first time that this happened, Hermione had been outright shocked and slightly troubled when the Professor had simply ignored her after she had greeted him politely.
And the following encounters thereafter, Hermione's greeting was met by an icy stare and an upturned nose - like she was someone inferior to him. The abominable man usually did this when she was alone, but when there were people around, he always had that annoyingly fake smile plastered on his face.
Hermione didn't know what to make of it. She pondered what she had done to make the Professor act that way towards her. Later, after she had spent her time speculating and biting her teeth through her nails, she decided not to dwell on it, for it would certainly affect her performance in his class due to the increasing - and mutual - dislike they had for each other.
So for three months, Hermione had to endure and answer the Professor in class, or he might find a good reason to give her a detention - which she certainly did not want to happen. This left Hermione with no other option, but to answer him and make the necessary commentary in his Friday class; even when her interactions with him would infuriate the merciless bunch from his fan club.
She tried to avoid answering his questions once, but the unmistakable curling of his lips would generally cement the final decision for her. Her hackles would easily rise up every time she would see that small twitch at the corners of his petal-pink mouth.
In more than one occasion the Professor and Hermione would debate in class about certain subjects that they had conflicting interests in. Mayhap it was mostly initiated by the Professor after he would constantly try to test her knowledge in areas that was not only about the subject he was teaching.
They would debate on other subjects that ranges from Ancient Runes, Herbology, and even to the most untouched subject in the Wizarding world, such as the magical genealogy, or perhaps as mundane as her campaign for the Elfish Welfare - which Hermione had made a terrible mistake in mentioning it to him during their debate about the Magical Creatures Protection Act 127.
"I don't understand why you are going to great lengths to help them, Miss Granger. You might be better off campaigning for other magical creatures. As far as I know, the house elves are already content in what they are doing. The creatures themselves enjoy the work given to them by their Masters."
"What do you mean they are content?! And that they enjoy working for their Masters?! Surely you are jesting, Professor?! Do you, by any chance, own a house-elf for you to know this?" Hermione asked sharply, not noticing the way the entire class seemed to have stilled at the tone of her voice while she vaguely heard her boyfriend muttering something like, "Uh-Oh," in the background.
"No, I do not have a house-elf, Miss Granger. However, I know enough of them to understand that your campaign will not work, for house-elves are creatures of habit, and forcing them to break the task that had been set upon them since the day they are born, would cause dire consequences, even to the point that the elves would end up harming themselves."
"I apologize, Professor, but I have to strongly disagree with you," she said insincerely, incensed at the way the Professor had easily dismissed her Elfish Rights campaign like it was nothing but a joke to him. He must be one of those people who didn't give a damn about slavery.
The air crackled with tension when the Professor took note of her tone. But Hermione soldiered on, ignoring the way how the Professor had narrowed his eyes on her.
"House-elves are creatures who have been enslaved by wizards and witches for centuries! But no one has ever tried fighting for their rights! And because of this, they can't think for themselves but what their Masters have ordered them to do! More than that, did you know that there is a 75 percent chance that the house-elves will become extinct in the next twenty years?" She asked snottily, her gaze had turned into a glare as she directed them at her Professor.
Now, the entire class seemed to be holding their breaths as they watched the verbal battle between the two. They were used to seeing the Head Girl and the new Professor butting heads and trying to outsmart each other - with the Professor frequently testing the Hogwarts' star pupil - that the school population knew that one of these days, either one of them would completely lose their temper.
And this must be that day.
"Oh, really? Please do enlighten us, Miss Granger."
All the students in the room shivered when they heard the frosty and emotionless response coming from their Professor. They could detect the dark undertones that shadowed his voice while the temperature around them dipped and grew frigid. The majority could only feel dread as they sensed the palpable tendrils of raw magic that emanated from the dark-haired man. They all felt disturbed by it. Well, except for the Head Girl, who was lost in her own righteous anger.
"Their mortality rate is higher compared to their birth rate in the latest known study. And the main cause of the elves increased in morbidity and mortality rate are due to the constant abuse that they have to endure from their Masters!" Hermione said passionately, "-such mistreatment would lead to poor health conditions, countless miscarriages, and worst of all, would result to euthanasia when the poor creatures are deemed too weak and useless by their Masters! And these are not merely isolated incidences! In fact, this had been prevalent in recent years! If this continues on, then the population growth of the elves will decrease until they ceased to exist. S.P.E.W is not only a campaign to free the elves from their Masters, but it also aims to prevent the extinction of their race! It is not as pointless as you may think, Professor. When the Goblins ingratiated themselves in the Wizarding World in the 13th century as accountants, blacksmiths and coin minters, why not the house-elves as well? I'm sure the elves' can lend their magical talents in other areas in the Wizarding society, other than doing household chores."
"And your STEW -," Professor Riddle started, but Hermione corrected him by saying, "- It's S – P – E - W! which stands for -"
"Yes, yes, I mean that, and how are you going to go about this massive endeavour, Oh Most-Illustrious-Head-Girl?"
Hermione fumed at the name that the Professor referred to her, where it sounded more of an insult than a praise coming from him. Some of the Slytherins snickered when they heard the unmistakable derision from their current Head of the House, while the girl's started to giggle - clearly delighted in how the Professor had addressed Hermione.
She opened her mouth to retort – probably a sarcastic reply that would definitely land her in trouble - but the Professor went ahead and commented dryly.
"Do you plan to continue leaving them clothes this Christmas so that they can pick them up by accident?"
In a flash, Hermione's face flooded with colour from both anger and embarrassment at the unexpected question. She recalled what she had done in her fifth year, and knew that her first attempt at freeing the house elves had been rather foolish. Still, the Professor had no right to rub it in her face after she had inadvertently told him about this fact.
This time, nearly the whole class chortled after the information was revealed, even Ron was trying hard to keep a straight face.
The only one who was not laughing was Harry.
Hermione glanced at her friend, who met her stare with a knowing look. She knew that Harry did not like the Professor, and because of this, Hermione could turn to him for support.
"I have to say...for someone as honourable, and as..err - immaculate as you - " The Slytherins and most of the girl's from the class laughed once more, and Hermione could only seethe in silence as the Professor gave her a tight-lipped smile while his turquoise-blue eyes were as cold as the arctic sea, when he stated, " - Your underhanded tactics when you intentionally hid the clothes for the elves to accidentally discover during your pursuit to free them - would have made a fine Slytherin out of you, Miss Granger."
Hermione's entire body vibrated with tension as she felt the Slytherins boring a hole on her head with their combine glares. They were no longer laughing now after the Professor's comment, and most of them were now eyeing her like she had grown two pairs of serpents on her head, which they would like to cut down along with her head.
Their disgust for her was apparent after the Professor had associated her with the Slytherin trait. Hermione could tell that the man did it purposely to garner such a reaction from them.
Nevertheless, Hermione decided not to acknowledge them and instead addressed the Professor in a curt voice, "No, Professor. That is not what I intend to do. However, I do have new ideas that I plan to incorporate in my campaign to improve the house-elves welfare… As a matter of fact, I have already began the process this year."
"Oh?...And what might that be?"
"It's called 'Project Changeling', which aims to establish a home for the new and young elves that have relatively limited exposure to the ways of a serf-life. I've been gathering as much magical agreement with some families who have more than two elves in their household - which are not allowed by the Ministry. The families wanted to dismiss some of the elves from their service, where I suggested that they send them here - to Hogwarts instead. And with the support of Headmaster Dippet and some gracious Professor's, they are now allowing new elves into the Hogwart's kitchen staff, where the Headmaster have started offering them payment for their work. The elves are young and haven't reach maturity yet, which means most of them are still equivalent to a teen in human years, they are more open and malleable to change, thereby it's easy for them to adapt the idea of freedom and more accepting about receiving a salary –"
"So you are implying that this 'Project Changling' is a way for you to brainwash them?"
The Slytherins roared into laughter, and Hermione had to clamp her mouth shut to stop herself from spouting out a disparaging response. Her face turning scarlet once more, but only from indignation.
A Clock chimed somewhere.
"As much as I want to hear more of your pet project. However, we don't have the time, and I certainly don't want to hold the class hostage for you to finish informing us about your latest schemes, Miss Granger. Congratulations though, for your brilliant idea in trying to raise an army of mentally-altered house-elves," the dark-haired Professor finished in an frigid and terse tone before he turned to the class, where most of the Slytherins and majority of the girls were cackling in dark merriment at Hermione's expense.
Abruptly, Hermione sat back down on her chair with a distinct thump while she glared at the Professor's infuriating profile.
"Now, class. Don't forget to read page 567 in –"
Hermione had stopped listening to the Professor while she started packing up her things. Her movements were a series of angry jerks as she snatched everything from her desk.
She just could not stop the feeling of hatred from surfacing into her consciousness as she repeatedly - and obsessively - remembered what the Professor had said to her.
Enough was enough. She decided to find out what made the Professor behave antagonistically towards her. He had been rather pleasant to her during their first week in class and even outside of it, when they sometimes encountered each other in the corridors.
But after that, the Professor had started ignoring or giving her a cold shoulder every time they cross paths. And the true cause of the Professor's sudden change in his treatment towards her remained a mystery, and now Hermione was determine to finally uncover the truth.
Later, when her fellow classmates were slowly trickling out from the room. Hermione lingered behind and watched from the corner of her eyes when the Professor was held up by a bunch of his rabid fangirls.
"You go on ahead," Hermione told Harry and Ron, who waited for her at the door. She saw them exchange a wary look, and Hermione hastily assured them.
"I won't be long. I only have something to ask the Professor."
The two boys gave her a pointed stare.
"You are not going to continue debating with him are you Hermione?" Ron asked, " - because we know that expression on your face, and you look like you are on a warpath -"
"I'm not!" Hermione cut in swiftly as she watched the Professor's fan club started to depart. The Slytherin girls gave Hermione a scathing glare as they passed by.
Hermione merely stared at each of them, meeting their piercing eyes with a deadly look of her own.
"I think it's better if we remain with you, Hermione," she heard Harry said, but she knew that he was trying to dissuade her from staying behind and leaving her alone with the Professor.
"Yeah, Harry and I should be here before you say something to the Professor that will make us lose house points," Ron said in agreement.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to turn all medusa on our Professor." Hermione said, scowling at them.
"Turning medusa on me?" A voice suddenly asked from behind her, and Hermione whirled around in alarm as she realized that the Professor was there.
Hermione had to tip her head up to look at the tall man, who stood a meter away. She did not flinch when her eyes met his enigmatic cobalt-blue eyes.
"Is there a reason why all three of you are still here?" The Professor drawled, but his eyes were only on her.
She knew that the question was directed at her. Hermione stared straight into his gaze, unafraid and still inwardly fuming at his words earlier.
"We were just leav -" Harry began.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you about something important, Professor." Hermione interrupted brusquely. She shot both Ron and Harry a look that told them that they had better leave, or else they were going to receive an earful from her later.
The two gave her the same expression in return.
"Well, what is it?" Their Professor asked, observing the silent interaction between the trio.
He added, "I'm sure your friends wouldn't mind hearing this."
"The question that I'm going to ask is for your ears alone," she emphasized while she frowned at the two boys loitering at the door. "-and I mean it without some people listening in."
Finally, her best friend and boyfriend must have heard the threat from her voice because they reluctantly started moving away from the open doorway, with Ron saying, "Don't forget that we have Potions next, Mione. Professor Snape will surely deduct points from you if you are late."
Meanwhile, Harry simply gave her and the Professor a glance before trailing off after Ron. She knew Harry would start interrogating her the instant she returned to them.
Hermione just waved them off, impatient to be alone with the Professor and give him a piece of her mind.
Once they were a good distance away, she took her wand out and pointed it at the door.
"My, my, Miss Granger, aren't you a bit too forward," Hermione heard the Professor remarked, though the tone of his voice didn't give anything away after she had slammed the door shut with the wave of her wand and then cast a privacy ward around the room to stop anyone from listening into their conversation.
She pivoted around to face the man, who had been acting like she didn't deserve to be studying magic since the moment he appeared in school.
"Don't you think that this is highly inappropriate? I didn't realize that you are this desperate to be alone with -"
"I think you already know the true reason I'm here, Professor." Hermione cut in rudely.

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"And could you just get the hell away from me too?! I can't have you contaminating me with your filthy, mud-"
Hermione slapped him.
"Holy shit, Granger!" Draco yelled at her as he sported the stinging cheek that had her red handprint on. "Did you just fucking slap me?!"
"And it will be a punch the next time you don't answer my question, Malfoy!" She snarled at him, already incensed at how her entire day had turned out, and now she had to deal with an uncooperative, pureblood prick. "So, answer my goddamn question!"
"Why are you acting like a complete bitch this time? Did your weasel of a boyfriend forget to have sex with you this week?!"
Hermione tried to slap him again, but Draco caught her wrist before she could, where he suddenly pulled her down on his lap.
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