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Pssst...Do You Wanna Know Draco's Secret?

by bohemian vixen
 
 

Chapter 2
 

"She’s making a big deal out of my being in this class," Draco says. That at least, is true,
although in a different sense. "I’m a victim of bigotry," he continues, trying his best to look
as pathetic as possible. Inside, he is applauding himself for being a spectacular actor.

He looks at Granger. Her mouth hangs open in disbelief, and her eyes seem ready to jump
off from their sockets any moment.

The professor turns to look at Granger and asks her sternly, "Is it true, what this young man
is saying?"

Granger recovers from her near-cardiac arrest and says in her little-miss-responsible tone,
"No Professor, it isn’t. I was just asking him why he enrolled in this. I know that he isn’t the
type to enroll in a class about Muggles, so I asked him out of pure curiosity."

"Who started it, then?" the professor asks them both.

"She did!" Draco speaks up.

"Did not! He did!" Granger says to the professor.

"You pinched me!" Draco looks at Granger with disgust in his eyes.

"You shouted at me first! I was just asking!" Granger also faces Draco, the disgust in her
eyes mirroring Draco’s.

"Stop it! You’re like children! Sit down, both of you!" the professor bellows. For such a
small woman, she’s got a pretty loud voice.

Draco and Granger, suddenly scared, shut up and settle back on their seats.

The professor looks first at Draco, then at Granger, then at Draco again, then back to
Granger. She seems to weigh the truth of their words. Then she looks at a girl at the
second row.

"You young lady—yes, you, what’s your name—did you hear what went on in their uh,
argument? Do you know who started it?" The professor asks with a gesture towards a
raven-haired girl.

"It’s Cho Chang, Professor. And Professor, I didn’t hear their argument until they were
standing up and yelling at each other. I didn’t know who started it," Cho answers.

The professor looks around the classroom and tucks a strand of her hair behind an ear.
"Does anyone know who started it?" she asks.

There is a murmur in the classroom. But nobody speaks up. Some people shake their
heads to indicate that they do not know who started the argument.

The professor sighs. "Okay, this is pointless. These two people in front will not admit to
whoever’s fault is which, and nobody seems to know what happened in the first place."

Draco and Granger wait with bated breath for what the professor will say.

"I have to punish you both," the professor says, looking at Draco and Granger with piercing
blue eyes.

Neither one of them dare to protest.

The professor walks up to her desk and places her folder on it. "But before I go giving out
punishments, I think you have to know who I am first. I am Professor Tallulah Brosnan-Pierce.
I will be your teacher for the whole school year in this subject, which is Everyday Muggle Life:
A Hands-On Approach. I carry my maiden name because most of my colleagues, who I have
known since I graduated from school, know me better by that name before I got married," she
says, a motherly smile on her face and a light tone in her voice. "I am into research. I specialize
in Muggle research," she continues.

‘Hmmm, so she is our professor…Brosnan…Pierce…is she…?’ Draco thinks.

Draco raises a hand.

"Yes, young man? And your name, please," Professor Brosnan-Pierce acknowledges Draco.

"It’s Draco Malfoy. Professor, are you part of the same Brosnans and Pierces who are
among of the oldest wizarding families?" Draco asks. He has to make sure. Obviously, anyone
who teaches this class is a Muggle-lover—that he can take. But he will not take a Mudblood
for his professor—at least, NOT in this class. He’ll drop this class in a second if the professor
is a Mudblood.

Granger looks at him and snorts. Draco chooses to ignore this.

Professor smiles and nods. "Yes, that’s the same Brosnans, my clan. And my husband comes
from the same Pierces you were talking about. My husband and I are fascinated with Muggle
life," she tells Draco. "And as we go through our lessons, you will all find just how fascinating
Muggle life can be. They deserve more credit than we give them," she continues, this time, to
all students in the class, who are all listening intently.

"But first, your punishment," she says as her eyes focus back on Draco and Granger. "Ten
points each from—," she looks at the patches on their robes. "—Slytherin and Gryffindor," she
said. She also notes the badges with 'P' on their robes. "And you’re prefects! You should set a
good example. I’m disappointed in you. Another ten points each from Slytherin and Gryffindor,"
she says.

Draco gulps. First day as prefect, and he is losing points for Slytherin, when he should be taking
points off from other houses. Granger looks like what Draco feels. For once they are in the same
wavelength.

"And oh, take ten each," the professor says before turning to the blackboard.

Draco doesn’t know what in the world she means. Take ten what? Ten points each when she
just took away twenty? Ten chopped liver tails? Duh. Maybe ten is her favorite number.

Granger voices out her thoughts, "Excuse me, Professor, but take ten what?"

Professor Brosnan-Pierce turns around to face them. "Take ten minutes. Go to the corner at
the back of the room and stand beside each other for ten minutes facing the wall," she says simply.

"What?!" Draco and Granger exclaim simultaneously. The whole class is surprised as well. All
the students can’t believe their ears.

"Why yes. You insist on acting like children so I’ll treat you like children," she says sternly. "No
buts. I’m pretty soft on you now. At least you don’t have detention. Now scoot, and I should
not hear a peep from you both." Professor Brosnan-Pierce looks like she will transform into a
Hungarian Horntail if they protest.

Draco and Granger stand up from their seats and grudgingly walk to the back corner.

‘Great, just great,’ Draco sarcastically thinks. He, Draco Malfoy—a rich pureblood from an
old, powerful wizarding family, the school heartthrob, Big Man on Campus, Slytherin prefect,
Quidditch captain—is being treated like a five-year-old kid, by no less than the teacher of a
class about Muggles which he voluntarily enrolled in. It’s the first day of classes, and he has to
spend ten minutes of it standing close beside a Mudblood. This is not his day.

He shoots a furtive glance at Granger. She looks sulky. Maybe she is thinking just how ruined
her reputation is now. Maybe she thinks her chances of being head Girl in seventh year are all
out the window. Big deal. Draco rolls his eyes.

They stand quietly for a minute. Draco can’t resist anymore.

"Five points from Gryffindor," he hisses in a low voice.

"What? Can you take points from me? I’m a prefect like you," she whispers angrily.

"I don’t care and I don’t know. I’ll take my chances," Draco hisses again.

"What did you do that for, taking points off?" she hisses back. They are starting to talk in
whispers, trying hard to keep their voices out of the professor's earshot.

"For you starting trouble."

"I did not! Five points from Slytherin!"

"What for?"

"For making everything worse! I was just asking!"

"Five points from Gryffindor! You for being an annoying know-it-all who can never admit a
mistake!"

"Five points from Slytherin, you for taking off points without basis!"

"For being a Mudblood, five points from Gryffindor!"

"The nerve!!! Five points from Slytherin, for you being an insufferable, arrogant little git!"

"Five points from Gryffindor! Watch your language, Granger!"

Granger opens her mouth to answer but she suddenly falls quiet. Then she opens her mouth
to speak again.

"It’s stupid! We’ll just exhaust all our house points!"

"Oh you care about Slytherin? I’m so touched," Draco says shrilly while batting his eyelashes
mockingly and putting a hand to his heart.

"Stop being a clown, it doesn’t suit you. I don’t care whatever happens to your house, but I
care about Gryffindor. I can take all your points and leave negative credit but unfortunately,
you’ll do the same to Gryffindor and I don’t want that to happen…just in case we can really
take points from each other. It’s bad enough that I’m missing her lessons and I can’t take
down notes."

"For a lousy ten minutes?"

"She can teach a lot of things in ten minutes, you know. Unlike you, I care about my studies.
Speaking of studies, why did you enroll in this class? I’m just asking, in case your dense head
can’t get what I mean."

"For your information, I’m not dense, or else I won’t be prefect. And it’s none of your business
why I enrolled in this class."

But Draco feels his cheeks turning slightly pink. He’s beginning to feel a hot flush in his face.

"Oh you’re blushing! You’re hiding something!"

"I’m not! Get off my case, Granger!"

"If you say so. But I don’t believe you. You’re hiding something, and I’ll find out. And I will
have dirt on you!"
 
 

A/N: Brosnan-Pierce is inspired by Pierce Brosnan (think Bond, James Bond), who is one of
the hottest guys who ever walked on the face of this earth (IMHO).