PJO: A Professor of Hogwarts

"Zip it Malfoy" I said not having any mood to talk with the bloke. 

But Malfoy, never one to let an opportunity slip, only smirked and stepped closer "Ohh please Potter, you know you like the attention so don't pretend to me now." he drawled, his tone full of mockery.

People instinctively moved out of his way as he walked, as though even brushing against him would bring them misfortune.

"So? How does it feel to be at the front page?" Malfoy his voice becoming more irritating with every passing second.

I clenched my fists, wanting to shut him up, but before I could, Ginny surprisingly interjected. "Shut up Malfoy, Harry did not want any of this to happen." 

"Oh?" Malfoy sneered mockingly. "Being protected by a girl now, are we, Potter? Who's this—your girlfriend

At that Ginny, ever the shy girl, immediately went scarlet. But she still shot Malfoy an angry glare at a distance. 

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron demanded, suddenly appearing as he pushed his way forward from the ever-growing crowd. 

"That should be my question, Weasley," Malfoy sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Why are you here when you can't even afford a new set of clothes?

Upon hearing that, Ron went red, his face burning with anger. He dropped the books he had been holding and looked ready to lunge at Malfoy. But before he could, Ginny and Hermione rushed to his side, grabbing whatever they could to hold him back."

"Just you wait, Malfoy!" Ron yelled, still fuming over the earlier insult..

Malfoy did nothing but stare at Ron, as if stooping to his level was beneath him

Ron would have continued on what he was doing but thankfully Mr. Weasley came just in time to calm the nerves of his son. "Ron what in the name of magic are you doing?" He said "More people are crowding this place and it's getting late we need to go back home for dinner." 

"Well, well, well… if it isn't the traitor to the pure-bloods," drawled Draco's father, his sneer a perfect mirror of his son's. He eyed Mr. Weasley with disdain. "I hope the Ministry is paying you overtime for all that hunting you've been doing."

As he spoke, Mr. Malfoy stepped beside Ginny, plucking A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration from the stack of books she was holding

Malfoy gazed at the book in disgust before turning to Mr. Weasley. 'Is this what you're giving your child?' he scoffed. After a moment, he placed the book back on the stack, as if it were something filthy 

"Your family is a disgrace to the wizarding community," Mr. Malfoy sneered before turning and making his way toward the exit.

Draco, noticing his father leaving, hurried after him—but not before scoffing one last time.

I looked at Mr. Weasley and could see him struggling to hold back his rage. His hands were shaking with anger, and I could swear they were turning purple from the tension.

I let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, nothing bad had happened.

But just as I started to feel grateful for escaping the situation unscathed, an unfamiliar voice spoke from beside me.

"Wow, that was interesting!" the man said, though there was a hint of disappointment in his tone.

I turned to look at him—and gasped.

The person standing by my side was, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men I had ever seen.

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