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"What are you looking at?" The silver haired wizard sneered at a passerby who kept stealing glances at him. The woman blushed and walked off.

He hadn't even started work and he already hated it.

He wondered if accepting that offer was a mistake as he let the firewhiskey touch his lips and felt the familiar burn of the liquid.

The Three Broomsticks had remained the same as he remembered it during his school days. Given, it was much less crowded for the fact that school year was yet to begin.

Tomorrow.

He finished his firewhiskey in a gulp and got up to leave from the table. Though there weren't a lot of customers, the stare he got from the remaining lot were enough to get accross the point.

He wasn't welcome.

The doorbell jingled as he walked out of the store. He put his hands inside his coat as he made his way back to the castle.

He hadn't made it very far when he noticed it. A woman climbing the ledge of the small bridge that one had to cross to reach the Hogwarts grounds. A jumper? It's not even suicide season. He thought to himself as he saw her reach the other end.

Something stirred inside him. No. Absolutely not. I am not playing the hero. I'm the goddamn villain, why do I care if somebody wants to fucking jump? He thought to himself.

Draco's feet moved before he could think twice. He ran with everything in him to reach the woman just as her foot slipped. He latched onto her body and pulled her back over the railing onto the bridge.

"Are you out of your God-damn mind?! Merlin! What an idiot!" Draco said getting the woman to stand on her feet who had her back to him. Draco could still feel the adrenaline coursing through his system.

"Thank you—" She said turning around with a cat sat innocently in her hands. But her sentence stopped midway as her soft brown eyes landed on her rescuer, a surprised gasp escaping her lips.

Draco had already been expecting her reaction. He didn't know why he felt the need to save her. It was pointless anyway. Maybe I'm best being the villain. He thought bitterly as he turned around to leave.

"Your hair! It's white!" She gasped out in wonder pointing her finger at him as she held the cat with the other.

Draco stood confused for a moment.

"What?" He said.

"Your hair's white!" She exclaimed in wonder again, immediately pulling her finger back she said, "Sorry, it's rude to point fingers." The woman said abashedly.

"Are you a metamorphmagus? I've never actually met one but they're really cool." She said excitement radiating off her as her eyes gleamed. Her shoulder length dark hair was a mess and made the short woman appear almost childlike. The cat in her arms meowed.

Draco Malfoy had never been more confused.

"Do you not know who I am?" He muttered genuinely confused.

"You're Draco, ofcourse. I've heard about you." The brown-haired witch said, her eyes shining with excitement."They always mention the fact that you have white hair but I never actually believed it but it really is white. Is that natural? Wait, you are Draco, right?" She blabbered on bouncing on her feet as her shoulder length brown hair bounced with her.

Draco couldn't remember the last time someone used just his first name. It had always been Draco Malfoy. The cat meowed again.

"Were you going to jump with the cat?" Draco asked sceptically gesturing towards the cat.

"Me? Jump? Oh no!" She said waving her hand animatedly. "Anna was stuck near the railing, I was just trying to get her out." She said petting the cat.

Draco furrowed his brows further.

"And you couldn't have levitated it because–?" He said sarcasm dripping from his voice. He saw her eyes go wide.

"Why didn't I think of that?!" She exclaimed. Okay. I think that's enough human interaction for the day. She's fucking weird. He thought to himself. He turned around to leave.

Anna meowed again.

"Oh right! Off you go!" Draco swivelled around to see her letting the cat down that strutted away.

"That's not even your fucking cat?!"

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Draco looked into the mirror checking his appearance for the last time. He was clad in a white tshirt underneath a black suit, black dress shoes and a watch. His shoulder length silver hair was tied into a bun to make it look less messy.

His hair reminded him of his encounter with the weird witch the day before yesterday.

Who risks their damn life to save an unknown cat that they could've just levitated? Shit, she even gave it a name within the span of ten minutes.

Draco shook his head. It was his first day teaching, he couldn't be worrying about trivial matters. He most likely would never come across the weird witch again anyway.

Draco sauntered over to his first class of the day with fourth years. He held himself with poise, a book clutched in one hand, his shoes making the sounds of clacking against the floor.

He could hear the chatter from outside the class which continued even as he entered the room. He slowly walked up to his desk and faced the classroom. The chatter still ensued, as lively as ever.

Draco waited a minute, two, then three before he picked up his book and opened a random page.

"Now," He started loud and clear. A few eyes fell on him. "On page 213 we have a picture of a couple engaging in intercourse." He finished as there was pin drop silence in the classroom, the kids struggling to open their books.

"Now that I have your attention, turn to Chapter One: Boggarts." He smiled smugly before dropping the act and glaring at the students. All of them immediately took to opening their books.

"Now, which one of you can tell me what a Boggart does?" Draco asked crossing his arms glancing around the class.

A Ravenclaw raised their hand. Draco gestured for her to speak.

"It takes the form of your greatest fear. The only way to defeat it is through laughter." She muttered out. Draco nodded.

"Very well, Miss?" He asked looking in her direction.

"Abbott."

"Very well, Miss Abbott. 5 points to Ravenclaw." Draco said leaning against his desk.

"Now, does anyone know the spell against a Boggart?"

Another hand went up. Draco gestured for the hufflepuff boy to speak.

"Riddikulus." He said.

"Good. 5 points to Hufflepuff." Draco muttered standing up straight while he pulled his wand from his pocket.

"Now we will be muttering the incantation. Follow my wand movements precisely." Draco said as he swished his wand and chanted, "Riddikulus!"

"Everybody wands out and repeat after me. Riddikulus!"

"This class is ridiculous." A gryffindor boy with jet black hair and green eyes murmured from the back.

"20 points from Gryffindor for that snide remark." Draco said nonchalantly not sparing a glance at the boy. Draco couldn't explain how much he'd wanted to do that.

"Would anybody like to say anything more?" Draco asked looking around pointedly. Nobody spoke. "That's what I thought."

"Is it true that you were a death-eater?" A Gryffindor girl with dreads asked from the back. It's always the fucking Gryffindors. Draco thought to himself.

"That is none of your concern, nor is it related to my class." Draco said nonchalantly.

"But we have the right to know if our teacher is actually qualified to teach us!" The same boy who called his class ridiculous called out.

"Yes." Draco said answering the girl's question, his gaze not wavering. The entire class eruped into murmers.

"My job is to teach you how not to die when faced with dark magic. Considering I've done that nearly all my life, I'd say I have quite an adequate amount of experience." He said looking pointedly at the boy.

"I don't give a fuck what you think about me as long as you don't interrupt my class." Draco said keeping his hands firmly on the table looking around. "You only enter my classroom if you have the will to learn, if you're here just to stir trouble then stay the hell out. Unfortunately for you, I'm here to stay till the year ends, so suck it up and behave or I'll make you."

There was pin drop silence in the class.

"I want everybody to memorise the incantation Riddikulus by the next class. Theory won't help you against dark forces, next class is going to be practical. Any questions?" Draco asked looking around. Nobody muttered a word. Good. He thought.

"Class dismissed." He called. "Now scram!" He said picking up his book and striding out of the class.

That went terribly.