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Chapter 6
Defense Against the Dark Arts
"The only thing that stands in between a man and what he wants from life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible."
--Richard M. Devos--
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After the incident with Ron bumping into the wall, Hermione scurried down the corridors, doing her absolute best to make it to class in time. But on her way she couldn't help but wonder why neither Harry nor Ron acknowledged her new appearence. 'Did they even notice?' she thought to herself. 'I would've hoped that my two best friends would've at least said something. But I guess I can't expect anything more from these two ruddy idiots,' she half-joked.
What she didn't notice, was that one quirky redhead had a nervous look on his face, while he started at her in a place Mrs. Weasley wouldn't be too proud of. Ron absentmindedly licked his chapped lips. After he realized what he was doing, his face turned into an expression of pure horror. His ears also turned a deep shade of crimson, and soon found his shoes very interesting.
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When the Trio had finally reached their destination, -also known as the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom- they sat down in their seats, which of course, for Hermione's comfort, was in the front row, while Harry and Ron sat in the seats on each side of her, protectively.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, breaking the silence between them.
"Yes, Harry?" Hermione answered, politely, turning to look at him.
"You look different," Harry started, while glancing over at Ron as if to say, 'Tell her she looks nice, you idiot!'
Obviously, Ron didn't catch the hint, because all he was doing was staring at the back of Hermione's head, and probably having some disturbing fantasy of some sort. Hey! He's a hormonal, teenage boy! What do you expect?
And for those of you who tend to be a bit slow...
The answer is not that he goes for people of the same sex.
I mean, think about it...
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, the Lesbian"? Um...I don't think so.
While Ron was having his little "moment", Hermione kept looking curiously at Harry, who seemed to have his eyes moving from Ron to Hermione, and then back to Ron again, in a very frustrated manner. He then heaved a great sigh, giving up, and finished lamely, "You look nice, Hermione."
Even though Harry said it with a lack of enthusiasm, Hermione still grinned and responded, "Thanks, Harry." At least one of her friends noticed her new look.
While Hermione turned back around to face the front, and get her quill and parchment ready for notetaking, Harry just glared at his male best friend, while our Ickle Ronniekins looked at Harry, bewildered. I mean, honestly! How daft can this guy be?
Interrupting Harry and Ron's...um...look, the doors flew open, and in walked the hearthrob of the century.
Even Hermione, who was usually calm and collected around good-looking guys, was starting at him, mouth ajar and a dazed look on her face. She even dropped her quill in shock!
As Hermione leaned down to pick it up, she felt something dreadfully painful clash with her head. It looked like Ron had been trying to do something right and pick up her quill for her. But of course, when it comes to Ron...nothing goes as planned.
"Ow!" Hermione squeaked, while rubbing her now sore forehead. When she looked at Ron, she saw that he was doing the same thing...except his forehead had turned an unnatural shade of tomato red, from where his forehead hit her's. Merlin, she hoped that her own forehead didn't look like that!
"Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry..." started Hermione. I mean, c'mon! Give the guy a break! He hit his head twice in the same day!
"Its okay, 'Mione...it wasn't your fault. It doesn't hurt that much, anyways...but are you okay?" replied Ron. Looks like he said something right after all. Go him!
"Yeah, I'm okay...but...wait..." Hermione realized. "Did you just call me 'Mione?"
Ron's eyes went wide as saucers and his ears flushed yet again. "Um...yeah. Is that okay?" he asked, cautiously.
"Well...i guess, but doesn't it sound a bit...um...I don't know...possessive?"
Ron could hear Harry chuckling in the background. 'What do I say? What do I say?' he kept asking himself frantically, over and over again. Luckily, Harry saved him from embarrassing himself even more than he had done already.
"He just shortened your name, Hermione," Harry smiled. "Oh! I mean...'Mione," he finished, in a teasing manner.
Hermione hit Harry playfully in the shoulder, and giggled a bit.
This movement caught someone's attention...
"Miss Granger!" exclaimed the gorgeous man, who was now standing right in front of the Dream Team.
"That is your name isn't it?" he asked, referring to a piece of parchment in his hand. "Hermione Granger?"
"Yes sir," she responded, carefully, while staring up at him, with yet another dazed look. How could she get into trouble this early into the year? It was aonly her first class, and already Harry and Ron were distracting her.
"Well, Miss Granger," he said while staring at her with his deep hazel eyes. Hermione also noticed that they had a few specks of gold dotted in them. "I'm sorry to say that five points will have to be removed from your house...uh...Gryffindor, is it?" he asked her, referring to the parchment again. Before Hermione could answer, he said, "Yes, it is. Well, I'm sorry, but five points from Gryffindor." he finished, walking away. As an after thought, he turned around and added, "And detention with me Friday evening at eight o'clock, Miss Granger."
Hermione's mouth was opened in shock, and just started at this man as he walked back to his desk, looking for his lesson plan. Who did he think he was?
"Well, class," he started standing in front of the seventh year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. "I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Unfortunately, Professor Slughorn refused to teach without Albus Dumbledore here today, so our new Headmaster, Golithe Mastriani invited me for the job, and I gladly accepted. My name is Evan Colowan, and as I said before, I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Welcome to hell."
Hermione's eyes went wide with the whole classroom's. I mean, seriously...it wouldn't be too comforting for a new teacher to begin starting his class with the sentence, "Welcome to hell."
But still...he was absolutely gorgeous. It was unbelievable how good-looking he was. From the girls' point of view, he was flawless. But for the boys'...well...let's just say that they weren't too happy that all the girls were paying attention to him.
Ron noticed that this guy got Hermione's attention. Not with his disturbing sentence, though. It seemed to be that Colowan and Hermione were locked together at the eyes.
Ron's lips turned up into a scowl, and looked up at his new professor in between slits.
This was going to be a long year.
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