Chapter 10
Chapter 10:
He couldn’t keep from looking at her, he would catch himself then she would catch him and he would curse under his breath and repeat. This conference for the teachers about some inane policy change was the current bane of his existence. He kept looking at Hermione barely believing his eyes, gone was the scrawny little girl of his school days and in her place a slightly disheveled yet incredibly put-together young woman, of course, he didn’t notice her before, she looked so different. Her wild hair was tamed into a bun and her eyes were hidden behind the frame of glasses, yet she was striking. Sitting with an impossibly perfect posture that would put the purebloods to shame, her slight frame held the gravity of someone far bigger and with far more authority. He’d heard rumors since he learned the identity of the potions professor, rumors of how strict her class was, and how impossibly hard tests were. As he plotted how to thank her or make up to her for what she had done for him, he wasn’t any closer to an idea, but the fact remained that he kept staring at her, and he kept catching her eye, meaning she was also starting at him, but she looked at him with disdain so clearly written across her face that he didn’t have to wonder if their past was bygone, no she clearly remembered every vile detail and word they’d exchanged. If he was to be serious about making amends, he’d have to find a way to speak to her first before she fired off a hex at his head. If looks could kill, surely, he’d be as dead as a doorknob by now. He fixed his stare forward and used every ounce of self-control to stop looking at her. He must behave.