Professor Malfoy

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Amelia made sure she was 30 minutes early to class to the second. She didn't want to give Professor Malfoy any reason to think she wasn't right for the job. 

She had even gotten him a hot cup of pumpkin juice with a shot of espresso after seeing the remnants of a cup in the trash inside his office. 

She may or may not have even sprayed some extra vanilla bean perfume on herself before leaving her dorm. 

As she entered the classroom, she noted how different it looked without any students. It almost felt intimate that she got to see it in a way no one else did. 

Except she wasn't alone. 

Professor Malfoy stood with his hands spread on the table that sit at the front of the class, his brow creased in concentration as a textbook lay open in front of him. 

Today, he was wearing a navy blue button up, accompanied by a black sports jacket and black slacks. 

His hair slicked down, not a single strand out of place. 

It took Amelia a moment to realize she had just been standing there, taking the scene in before he happened to look up and notice her. 

"Ms. Blackwood, do come in." 

She let out a nervous laugh and hastily made her way to the front of the class. She carefully set the cup of pumpkin juice on the table. 

"For you."

Professor Malfoy looked down at the cup, then looked back up at Amelia. Cautiously he reached for it and brought it up to his lips and took a sip, never breaking eye contact. 

"Trying to butter me up, Ms.Blackwood?" He said as he licked the remnants of the juice from the corner of his lips. 

It felt as though Amelia's lungs were about to give out when she realized she'd been holding her breath. A shy smile kissed her lips as she lifted her chin and locked eyes with him.

"No sir, just wanted to make sure we got off on the right foot." 

Professor Malfoy let out low chuckle, "Well, you're on time, so that's a good start. Let's get down to business shall we?" 

He motioned for her to sit at the desk directly behind her. 

When she did, she realized he had moved in front of the table and was now leaning against it with his arms folded across his chest. 

She was now eye level with his belt buckle.

Amelia swallowed hard, maybe this job wouldn't be as easy as she thought. 

"Now, because I have so many students, I went ahead and hired three more TAs besides you. However, you are the only TA who will help me manage 6th and 7th year students seeing as how that curriculum is so difficult. I did take the liberty of looking up your academic records and,"

He cocked his head to the side.

"You are quite an impressive student Ms.Blackwood. I wonder why you're not in Ravenclaw."

Amelia shrugged, "For the very reason I cunningly talked my way into obtaining this position." She hoped he understood the humor in that.

He laughed and clicked his tongue, "So you did."

An awkward silence ensued before the professor spoke again.

"You'll be responsible for helping me grade papers and occasionally exams. However, you must always grade papers in my office to avoid any potential-"

He struggled to find the right words. 

"Cheating. For example, if Ms. Staghart's paper slips into your hands and upon grading it you realize she made a P and you want to polish it so she could get an E, well I just don't want there to be any temptation."