Professor Malfoy

5 | protego

Chapter 5
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"Okay, class. Calm down, I'm here now," a deep woman's voice shouts all the way from the front of the classroom where I almost can't see through the crowd of students.

Me and Pansy are in the back of the class like always, texting the pedo who gave us money for some feet pictures that weren't even ours in the end. He wants more.

It's Wednesday, the last lesson of today is Defense in the one classroom without seats I've always hated. But me and Pansy always find a way and to sit on one of the wooden cabinets, secretly hoping it won't break under our asses.
The teacher can't seem to get our attention, so she's just whining and shouting at us. It's kind of funny seeing her getting no authority here. That's when someone from the standing students close to her yells at everyone. I don't even have to guess who it is.

"Shut up!" Nicholas turns to everyone behind him and yells, "you two, pay attention!"

I usually tolerate Ravenclaws, but this one is a total ass-licker. He would do anything for a teacher to like him.

When I realize the "you two" is meant for me and Pansy, I find him in the crowd of students and frown my face at his desperate face.

"You shut up!" I hiss at him and continue talking to Pansy.

One of the many things I love about Pansy is that she understands everything I say, even if it makes total zero sense. I just look at her and we both exactly know what we're thinking. I used to think we were soulmates, but when I started leaning about such matter, I realized it's much more harder that that.

"Ugh, great. She looks annoying," Pansy groans once she eyes the new teacher from up to down and gets back to her phone where she wanted to show me her new playlist.

All of sudden, the door next to the cabinet where we're sitting opens and professor Malfoy walks into the classroom. He greets the students, but doesn't look at them, doesn't look at me. He walks straight to the teacher that's still writing her long name on the board.

"Miss Miller, Snape would like you to-" he starts, but then stops when she turns to him and reveals her face with a little sway of her hair.

"Draco?" she shouts and her voice fills in the classroom that suddenly gets quiet. Everyone focuses their gazes at the two of them, old friends.

"Regi!? Is that you?"

They both act surprised to see each other and run into a hug. The next few minutes are totally cinematic for the rest of us, forgotten students. Them two are laughing while chatting about something I can't hear them properly.

Could they be classmates? She looks way younger than him, it's almost impossible to imagine them in the same year. Her face is all sparkled up as she talks to him, her hands are constantly touching his. It must be uncomfortable for him...it definitely would be for me. But I can't blame her. The more I examine the professor, the more handsome I
find him.

"Lou! We can totally trick Anthony into paying us more," Pansy says with her eyes still in the phone.

"Really?" I ask with an unintentional bored voice.

She's leaving. Regina excuses herself and leaves the classroom. My gaze goes back to the professor, walking around the room. I can see he's reviving old memories.

"Your friend?" I risk and ask him in my mind.
The corners of his mouth slowly turn into a little smile as he hears me, but his eyes don't meet mine. He keeps staring at the chalkboard with her name.

"Old friend. We were here together," he explains and lightly touches an armored steel figurine for practice.

"She looks young..." I mumble.