Hot for Teacher (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

Old Man

"FITCH! WAKE UP YOU OAF! HOW ARE YOU EVEN...?" The announcer sighed. "I CAN'T. I JUST...OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. FITCH!!! YOU HALF-WIT SON OF A TWO-KNUT TROLL HOOKER, WAKE UP!"

"Remember first year when he got paired with you in Potions, Simon?" Albus asked. "I'm still not sure how he managed to vaporize your cauldron."

Simon nodded. "I still get the hiccups every time it rains. And it's bloody Scotland."

Scorpius, who had been very silent for some time now, his eyes permanently glued to his Omnioculars pointed towards the Faculty/Donor stand, suddenly paled. "DAD!!!!"

Albus raised an eyebrow. "He grab her tits again? Merlin, that was fast."

Scorpius shuffled down the bench frantically, making his way to the back exit. "No, you idiot! He's hurt!"

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Draco woke up with a pounding headache. As he opened his eyes he was greeted by the pinched glare of Madam Pomfrey. He flinched slightly, confused. Where the fuck...what happened?

Madam Pomfrey narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "'Go to the matches, Poppy' they say. 'It's perfectly safe' they say. Delusional, the lot of them! I will never understand this school's preoccupation with that horrible child's game!"

Draco's mouth felt dry. He experimentally smacked his lips together a few times in a feeble attempt to generate some sort of lubrication. "What happened to me?" he managed to croak.

"Don't try to move too much, Mr. Malfoy. You should be right as rain in a few hours, but I insist that while you're in my care you take it easy. You were attacked by one of those accursed metal balls while you were watching that ridiculous game that you and every other wizard in this place is so obsessed with. Not that I expect you to learn your lesson. The amount of bones I set of yours back when you were in school just from that sport alone. Lunatics, the lot of you."

Draco rolled his eyes. "You are an utter delight to wake up to." Speaking of delightful things to wake up to, Hermione suddenly appeared in the doorway holding two cups of tea.

She grinned sheepishly. "Oh, good! You're awake. I was starting to worry."

Draco smirked...or at least tried to smirk. He felt pretty cocky to hear that Hermione was worried about him. But he was also rather weak and more than a little loopy having just awoken from a mini-coma. "Did you start mourning me already?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you're definitely fine. I brought you some tea."

Madam Pomfrey spoke, "Miss Granger might have saved your life when she blasted that nasty thing out of the air right as it was headed for you. When she brought you here you had passed out from a busted eardrum."

"Is that why it feels like a herd of Cornish pixies laid eggs in my head?"

"The headache should go away in a few hours. In the meantime, you" she pointed to Hermione "don't let him exert himself. He needs to rest until he's properly healed." Madam Pomfrey left the two alone, muttering under her breath something about "accident prone baby-men."

Hermione bit her lip. "I feel terrible. I got a little carried away with that Reducto."

Draco shook his head, grinning. "Nonsense. You were my knight-in-shining-Granger."

Hermione giggled. "Madam Pomfrey nearly had kittens when I brought you in. I think she's collecting case studies so she can petition to get Quidditch banned permanently from Great Britain."