Futurum Amare, Future love

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Draco POV

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Talking
Direct Memory

I followed Granger as we left potter in the hall. She walked fast so I had to fast walk to match her. With a skip every know and then. The bell rang about a minute later and I looked back. Seeing kids leave their classes with faces full of smiles. Potter visible sighed as he turned back around. I returned my gaze to Granger. Just like potter I had no idea she worked here.

"I only work here part time." She spoke like reading my mind. "Well, I did only work part time. Know that my kids are here I want to be here full."

"So who's the Headmaster?" I asked quite curious about who'd I'd be working under.

"You'll see soon. Anyways, my twins, Missy and Fred Jr are Hufflepuff and Griffendor."  Figures.  "You have kids?"

          I shakes my head at first then speak, "No I uh.  Haven't found someone yet."  It felt odd talking to her.  We aren't, and we're never, the closest.

         "I'm sure she'll show up.  I'm close with the Headmaster.  He was hesitant but I know your the right choice."  She twirled on her heel to face me.  "I'm not really gonna interview you."  She shrugged.

          I suppose my face gave away my confusion and she smiled.  "I'll show you your classroom, it's still the old potions room.  A little different know though."  She gave another smile and turned again.

           I continued following her down the hall.  "Why are you so sure about me?" 

            Granger only chuckled, "Just take the win Malfoy.  Your getting the job."  She chuckled again as though it was nothing.

          Soon we arrived at Snape's old class after about 5 minutes.  She gave me a gentle wave goodbye after giving me the key to the room and potions closet.  I nodded thank you and turned to face my door.  Quickly looking down at the hand that held my new keys I looked back up to the door knob.  I lift my hand to the knob and push the key into the keyhole and twist till it unlocks.  Feels odd.  Normally I lock and unlock my doors with my wand and spells.  Muggle tactics seem unreasonably annoying.

          I pushed the door open, both doors swinging wide open.  I look into the room and scan it slowly.  Long four person tables lauded out along the room. Three chairs at each one to have space.  Two on each side of the center path in four rows.  The back row up the highest and each slowly decanting about a foot leading to the front.  Where about a five foot gap separated the tables and my desk.

            She was right, Granger.  It's similar, Snape's old desk, the center path, the decor, storage in the same place, and windows covered.  The tables were different.  And from what I could see there's a cauldron under each desk potions textbooks stored in the cabinet left of the desks.  An outer path around the sides of the tables.  Similar.  But different.  Never thought I'd look at this class as my own.  But I am, right know.  I step inside the room pulling out my wand and directing it toward the back side windows.  They shot up with a small rattle while dust falls into the air around the windows and shining in the sunlight.  It speckled the frame below it and floor, the room already seeming brighter.

           I move my wand to the window behind my desk and lift them.  More dust decorates the room.  I wave my wand around the room and wind begins to pick up.  All the dust starts twirling around me like a tornado, I flick my wand toward the window and it bursts open.  I catch the dust again and direct it to the window, being sure to not let it wrap around my body and cover me.  It blows out the window and bursts into nothing as the wind blows by and I release my spell.  I quickly turn my attention to the book on the side of the room, appariating a box I lift the books with Leviosa and place them neatly away.  With a flick of my wand the door to the storage closet swings open gently, the box following once I close it.  I wave my wand to the room and the chalk bored Snape used to use rolls out.