heedless by romanshome

mudblood

[Hi guys. Calling someone a mudblood is horrible. Don't ever do that if you shift. It's disgusting. Now that's being said: whatever Draco says in this chapter is NOT what I perceive. Do not come for me. Thank you]

"Today, we will be having a—guest." Draco's voice had an underline of annoyance laced within it, taking a seat on the edge of his desk. He rested his body weight on it as he folded one leg over the other elegantly—eyes cold and hard. His pale skin lit under the attack of the sunlight rays beaming through the glass, sheer window of the class. 

Murmurs surpassed through the class at his words, and his hues momentarily flicked over at Athena. She was staring at him intently, chin resting in her palm, admiring his beauty. A storm swirled in his silver hues as her eyes caught his, making her cheeks turn pink. The corners of his lips twitched as he looked away from her, quirking his brow at the students.

"Since it is your last year—we will be examining the options you lot are willing to take. The Ministry of Magic is the government of the Magical community of Britain. It's employed most of the population of wizards and witches," he continued, catching the attention of the peers. "There's many positions to take. For an example, I am the highest ranked security guard of Azkaban. But I had to go through mass years of training in the army."

Athena heard girls gush to one another on the table beside her—making a small smirk creep onto her lips. She wasn't jealous. After Draco had done that to her at her desk, he kept his promise. She couldn't look at any of these girls thirsting over him without feeling his tongue on her, pushing her to her climax. Her face flushed furiously as she tilted her head, glancing back at Draco.

And then Draco's voice dropped lower. Almost as if he dreaded saying the next words. "So today we have the Minister of Magic. She's in charge of all the jobs held under the Ministry—meaning she's my—""—boss," a silky voice finished before a woman stepped inside the class—making a few students gasp. 

Athena knew who that was. Hermione Granger. In the wizarding world, she was the very first woman to become minister. Athena adored her greatly. The woman was quite alluring to look at as well—brown curls falling down her thin shoulders. Posture refined and professional, her petite figure was covered with a black—coat that ended at her ankles, wearing black slacks and a white buttoned blouse beneath. Her brow eyes sparkled down at the class as she nodded her head with a warm smile. 

"Hello students. I am Hermione Granger. It's a pleasure to meet all of you bright pupils." Draco rolled his eyes, mumbling something along the lines of a curse under his breath. It appeared he didn't like her. A chorus of hellos rang through the class as she hummed in delight, stepping over to stand in front of the seated Draco.

 He sent her an irritated glare as he kept silent—letting her speak. She was oblivious to his non-fondness to her—of Athena figured she was just ignoring it. Either way, Miss Granger clapped her hands together enthusiastically.

"If you don't know about my past—I'll explain quite briefly. After my departure from Hogwarts, I began at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. There, I continued to work with S.P.E.W., working for the rights of underprivileged non-humans such as house-elves. I then went on to become Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and assisted the Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt in eradicating the old laws biased in favour of pure-bloods."

Athena's eyes widened. She was amazing.Lily leaned back in her seat, shifting her head to face Athena slightly. "I am extremely turned on right now." Hastia snickered and pushed Lily back up to her seat, making Athena giggle—Albus just listening to what Hermione was saying.