Title: Who's First?
Rating: PG13 for minor language
Spoilers: Yes, but it's not like most of us haven't read it already.
Disclaimer: I, obviously, do not own anything in Harry Potter, that all belongs to the wonderful, and frustrating J.K. Rowling. The only thing of mine is the plot. Yay!
A/N: Hello Readers! It's me again! Scream and run! Ahhhhhhh! Hee hee…Here's the new story. It still has some of the same elements as the original, but I've changed quite a bit. So read on, and review, it's good for you, I promise. -KellyNicolette
Who's First?
Chapter One: Lesson Plans
***Thursday Afternoon***
The large class filed into the somewhat spacious classroom and took their seats, waiting patiently for their teacher to enter. "Good morning class!" said the Professor, as she entered the classroom.
" Good morning Professor Granger!" the class chimed back. Professor Granger walked over to the desk at the end of the room and set down her briefcase and armful of papers and quills she had been lugging around the hallways.
"Now, where did we leave off yesterday? Anyone remember?" she asked nicely. A hand almost instantly shot up into the air, doing this made her reminisce about the old days in classes at Hogwarts with her two best friends.
"Yes, Jerin?" she gestured the boy to start talking.
"Um, well I think we left off at the Hover charm!" he yelled enthusiastically.
"Yes, but does anyone know the incantation that I taught you?" as she said this, several eager hands shot almost instantaneously up into the air.
"Um……" she said, scanning the classroom, "Yes, Alex?" a short girl with jet black hair stood up so the Professor could hear her clearly.
"It's `Win-gar-dium Levi-o-sa" she stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes! Precisely! Now, everyone say it with me, Win-gar-dium Levi-o-sa!" all of the students repeated their professor.
"Great! Now, remember to move your wands in the right order! It's swish and flick, not flick and swish! Go ahead, everyone try it!" Professor Granger yelled excitedly. For the rest of the class period the only thing that was heard was the movements of the wand and the incantations being said aloud.
The bell rang, and everyone got up to leave. "Okay, I want two feet of parchment on the history and practical uses of the Hover charm, due next Wednesday. Have a great day everyone!" all of the students shuffled slowly out into the hallways of the large school, meanwhile Professor Granger sat down into her desk. Finally getting to look through her briefcase, she realized a note had been stuck into one of the pockets.
It read:
Hermione,
Want some dinner tonight? I mean, after
a hard day's work, we teachers need a break
right? Catch me in my free period to give me
your answer!
- Harry
That doesn't sound too bad right now. She had just been to a horrible meeting with Minister Parrish, who had told her the new curriculum for the school year, and she told him where he could shove his new curriculum. Now she was worried she might just be sacked. She had a free period now, so she decided to head over to Harry's classroom, to watch him finish out his lessons, and maybe get his opinion on her current situation.
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"Now, for homework I want 2 feet of parchment on the dangers of an encounter with a nest of Doxies. Due on Friday of next week. Dismissed!" the Professor's class quickly walked out of his room, while a very beautiful adult professor walked in.
"Hullo Harry!" she walked up to him and gave him a quick hug.
"Hey Hermione. How were classes today?" He asked interestedly.
"Nothing really new. How about you, Professor Potter?" she asked jokingly.
"Well, the class got a close up look at Doxies today although, I don't think they ever want to see those nasty buggers again and I don't blame them in the least, either. Remember when we had to clean Grimmauld Place all those years ago? That was no picnic." He stated.
"Oh, yes. Before I have a total memory lapse, I came to accept your invitation to dinner tonight." Hermione said happily.
"Brilliant. I'll just get my cloak, and we can be off." Harry said, searching for his cloak. As he walked up the stairs and into his office, Hermione had a quick look around the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom that Harry had made his own. Hermione was now teaching Charms to students after Professor Flitwick died in the war.
After their sixth year at Hogwarts, The Trio (including Ginny, Neville, and Luna), started their search for Voldemort and Nagini. After their second year of searching, they finally found Voldemort's hideout and dueled with the Dark Lord and his death eaters for weeks, only after they found and killed Nagini. Many died as a result, including Charlie Weasley, Professor Flitwick, Seamus Finnigan, Susan Bones, Blaise Zabini, Professor Sinistra, and many others.
Harry finally cornered Voldemort in the cemetery where Cedric Diggory died. No one was sure how either of them managed to get that far, not even Harry. In coincidence Harry killed Voldemort on his father's grave. He was quite confused, because they had never even found the last and final Horcrux, but he didn't complain. Staggering, and half living Harry found all who were alive, and as it turned out, Dumbledore had actually been alive.
He wandered around, gathering the people to take back to Hogwarts. Dumbledore was found among them. Apparently he had made a duplicate of himself, that had an overflow of emotion. That was the one that Snape had killed. Dumbledore, in reality, had been out trying to find the last remaining Horcrux and didn't want anyone to worry if he were gone, and that's where the duplicate came in.
Harry became a national hero, and Dumbledore resumed his post as Headmaster of the school. When Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, Harry, and the rest of the living students returned to start and finish their seventh year. Ron had been recruited as the Keeper for the Chudley Cannons about a year after they graduated, then he and Luna married shortly afterwards.
Harry and Hermione both accepted job offers from Dumbledore, and became the youngest teachers on staff. Grimmauld Place had been found, and destroyed by Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix LeStrange during the war. Many suffered losses, but felt that life would be much better now that the terror of Voldemort had ended.
The so-called `curse' on Harry's post was broken, and ever since then, Harry and Hermione have been working at the school, while Ron and Luna traveled around for the Cannons tours and competitions. They hadn't seen hide nor hair of either person for six months now. Last they heard they were in Bulgaria for a tournament. Harry walked back out of his office and locked the door.
He held out his arm to her, and she gladly took it. "Harry, first we need to stop by my place so I can change. I need to get out of these robes." she instructed him.
"Okay, we can go to your place first. By the way where do you want to go eat?" he asked.
"Um……I think I want to go to LeGrange's tonight. I could do with some good Italian food."
"LeGrange's it is then." Harry said happily. Hermione had bought a slightly large flat at Hogsmeade, as did Harry. They decided to buy flats there because it was easier for both to get to the school for work, and to be near each other. As they entered her flat Harry saw her black leather couch in the living room. Harry knew that couch very well.
After many nights getting drunk after the war had ended, Hermione took pity on him and let him sleep on her couch so she could look after him. This habit had long since died, but he still remembered those moments well. Moments he hopes never happen again.
"I'll be out in a minute, Harry!" Hermione called from her bedroom.
"Okay." Harry yelled back. He looked around the spacious flat. His was just down the street, but he always loved to stay here, even if it was on her couch. Hermione walked out of the back room dressed in blue jeans, white blouse, and a simple black jacket.
"Wow, you look great." Harry told her.
"No I don't, Harry. You're just saying that. Now, we need to go to your place because I refuse to eat dinner with you if you insist on wearing those robes for the rest of the night." She commanded.
"No arguing with that." He grinned back. They started walking down the street towards Harry's flat. Hermione looped her arm around Harry's, and he . Harry believed she was beautiful, truly he did. He, of course, would never tell her that though, seeing as all of his courage was drained every time he tried to say something. Yah, that Gryffindor courage.
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***Thursday Evening***
When they arrived at his flat, Harry walked into his bedroom and began to change from his robes into his muggle clothing. Hermione walked slowly around his living room gazing at all of the pictures Harry had on his mantle and shelves. It was funny, because every single one of them had either all three of them or just a random combinations of two of them.
She stopped and picked up one particular picture. It was of her and Harry a few weeks before his confrontation with Voldemort all those years ago. They both looked so very happy, but neither knew that shortly after that picture was taken, that Harry would fall apart only to be picked up, and put back together again by Hermione, with some help from Ron.
"I'm almost done Hermione!" Harry yelled from the back. She almost dropped the picture, but held onto it and replaced it into the shelf. Another few minutes passed and Harry walked out into the living room. He had jeans and a plain red t-shirt on.
"This better?" he asked her, smiling.
"Much. We should be going now before the restaurant closes." She told him. Once again he held out his arm to her and she accepted. They left his flat and headed towards the restaurant.
Just then, Hermione remembered her meeting with the Minister earlier. "Harry, I need to tell you something…" she went off explaining her meeting and what she said to the Minister about her curriculum.
"Hermione, you shouldn't worry. Remember when Umbridge tried to give Professor McGonagall a curriculum? They made that law stating only the teacher of the subject is to be allowed to make their curriculum. Parrish can't do anything about it, so don't worry about him. He can't do anything to you because it's your responsibility not his." Harry explained.
How could I forget? What would I do without him? Probably die. Wait a minute, what was she thinking? She would be devastated, but would she want to die if he ever did? Most likely, yes. She would never tell him this though.
"I forgot about that. Thanks Harry. I feel a lot better now. We're here!" she said pointing to the neon sign just ahead of them. Harry lead the way into the fancy restaurant.
"Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?" the Host asked.
"Yes, party of two, under the name Potter." Harry responded.
The Host scanned the list in front of him, and stopped at a name saying "Ah ha, here you are." He then called a Hostess over to seat the couple.
"Harry, how did you get reservations when you didn't even know where I wanted to go?" she asked him, as they followed the hostess to their table.
"Because Hermione, this is your favorite restaurant, so just to be sure, I made reservations before I asked you to dinner."
Wow, I didn't know he paid that much attention to me. She smiled at him and sat in the chair he was holding out for her. "Thank you, Harry." Hermione said.
"You're welcome. Now, let's get some bloody food." Harry said picking up the menu in front of him.
For a minute or two she looked at him while he skimmed the menu looking for something to eat. Hermione knew that Harry loved this place too. She also knew that he ordered almost the exact same thing every time they came here. She laughed silently and started looking through her menu.
"Are you ready to order?" a young waiter asked as he bustled up to the table.
"Yes, I'll have the…" Harry started.
I'll bet anything that he's going to order the Grilled Sirloin with fried mushrooms and onions. Medium rare. Hermione thought.
"Grilled Sirloin, medium rare, with the fried mushrooms and onions, and a Butterbeer to drink." Harry finished.
Ha ha ha! I knew it. I know that man waaay too well. Hermione smiled before she opened her mouth to order.
"I'll have the Chicken Alfredo and a small side salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing, and I'll also have a Butterbeer please." She informed the waiter.
"Alright, I'll be back with your orders soon." With that the waiter walked into the kitchen doors and out of sight.
"So, have you heard from Ron lately?" Harry asked her.
"Um, I think the last I heard, he was still in Bulgaria for their World Cup Tour match. Have you?" she asked in return.
"Same here. It's been what, six months now? Does that man have any priorities?" Hermione giggled and Harry laughed. They both knew how disorganized Ron could be at times. They had hope that Luna would straighten him out.
About five minutes later, Harry spotted the waiter with their food. "Here comes our food! Yes! I'm so hungry." Harry said rubbing his stomach humorously. Hermione laughed again, and slapped Harry on the shoulder. The waiter set their food in front of them and went back into the kitchen.
"This looks great." Hermione said, picking up her fork and stabbing it into her chicken.
"Yes, it does." Harry agreed as he started cutting up his steak.
For about an hour they ate, talked, and laughed. After they were finished the waiter came back out, waved his wand and the plates disappeared. The restaurant was what they called a Merged restaurant, meaning the waiters and things were supposed to make it feel like a normal muggle restaurant, but the `major' things such as cooking and cleaning dishes were done by magic.
"That'll be 8 Galleons, and 4 Sickles sir." The waiter said. Harry took the money out of a pouch fastened to his belt and handed it to the waiter.
"Thank you sir. We hope to see you here again." The waiter re-entered the kitchen. Harry got up and pulled out Hermione's chair so she could also get up.
Harry walked Hermione back to her flat. At the front door, Hermione turned to face Harry. "Thank you Harry. You know me all to well."
She leaned forward and planned on kissing his cheek, but he jerked his head so instead she kissed him on the lips. Quickly, she ran into her front door. Harry placed his hand onto his lips, where Hermione's had been only a few seconds before. He smiled, then headed home.
Inside her flat, Hermione was leaning against the back of the door thinking to herself about what she had just done.
Why did I do that? All I had to do was say a simple thank you, but no. I had to kiss the man! Argh! It's all is fault! If he wouldn't have jerked his head like that. She slapped her head with her hand, and went into her room to go to sleep.
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I can't believe that just happened. Did it happen? Yes, it did. Bloody hell… Harry thought as he opened the door to his flat down the street. This is not as odd as I thought. It felt pretty good actually…No! Don't think like that, it was an accident. Yah, just an accident… As the thoughts flowed through his head, he undressed, got into bed, and drifted off to sleep.
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