Professor Moody

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"Draco, love, come on we're gonna be late." You said calmly trying to wake up Draco. He groaned rolling over towards you with his eyes still closed. "Come on now we need to be in class in fifteen minutes.

Draco groaned again and snatched his arms around your waist keeping you from leaving. You giggled and tried to take his arms away so you could get dressed. "Draco please." You giggled. He sighed sitting up kissing your forehead before getting out of bed.

You walked to your room to get dressed for class before meeting him in the common room.

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You sat next to Draco holding hands under the table in DADA waiting for the new professor, Harry and Ron were in the row over from you a couple seats up. "Harry," you said getting his attention. "Yea?" "What's the new professors name again?" You questioned.

Before he could answer
Ron turned to you. "Moody, he was an ora, bloody mad now days-" but his words were cut off by the doors opening. In stumbled Moody, limping on one leg, his walking stick clanging as he walked.

He got to the front and the class grew silent. "Alaster Moody, ex aura. I am your new Defense against the Dark arts teacher, I am here because Dumbledore asked me goodbye the end." He snapped. "Any questions?" As you could guess no one said anything.

"When it comes to the dark arts I believe in a practical approach, but first who can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?" "Three sir." Hermione spoke as usual.

"And they are so named?" "Because they are unforgivable, the use of any one of them-" "will get you a one way ticket to Azkaban, yes. Now the ministry thinks you are too young to see what these curses do, I say different. You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared, you need to find another place to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr. Finigan!"

Everyone turned to see semus putting his gum under his desk. "Ah no way, the old cod can see out the back of his head-" You and Draco tried not to laugh and almost lost it when kissy turned throwing his chalk at Semus. "I'm here to follow class rules!"

"He really is mad." Draco whispered to you and you giggled as quietly as possible. "So, which curse should we see first? Weasley!" "Yes?" Rom jerked. "Stand." Ron slowly stood up. "Give is a curse." "Well, my dad did tell me about one, the imperious curse." "Oh yes your father would know all about that, have the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why."

Moody walked to some jars and took out a spider like thing. "Imgorgio, Imperio." Wherever Moody pointed his wand the cricket went. "Whoa," you giggled as he moved the cricket to people's desks. He put it on Crabb and you and Draco lost it. "What are to laughing at?"

He pointed at you and the spider crawled up your arm, you weren't really scared of it but it felt weird and you didn't like it. Then he put it on Draco's head and you couldn't help but laugh. "What could she ever do next, jump out the window, drown herself."

"Some witches and wizards claim they only did You-Know-Who's bidding, under the imperious curse, so how do we sort out the truth from the liars?"

People started raising your hand. "Longbottom is it." "There's the cruciotus curse." "Yes yes! Come, pretty nasty, the torture curse. Crucio!" The spider started groaning almost and thrashing around. You didn't notice but your grip tightened on Draco's hand. He looked at you worried but your eyes were glued to the look on Nevilles face, it seemed to be contagious almost.

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him stop it!" Hermione yelped. Maddy stopped. Taking the spider in his hand and placing it in front of Hermione. "Perhaps you will give us the final curse?" She nodded no. "No? Avada kedavra!" He casted killing the spider in front of Hermione.

"The killing curse. Only two people have been known to survive it." Everyone's eyes switched between you and Harry, your eyes glued to your desk. "And they're sitting in this room." Your eyes shot to meet Moody's. "Class dismissed." You grabbed your books leaving.

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