Professor McGonagall's classes were more fun than Lucifer had initially thought. They were more difficult than other classes because of how complex the work could be, but he still did well in the class.
Today for their first day back, they were tasked with turning Beetles into Buttons.
Lucifer's buttons started having small creepy legs and they all started moving towards Hermione. And even Ron's seat, who was behind them.
Some creepy buttons entered Ron's robes and he ran away screaming from the class, "S-Spiders are eating me?! I need help!!"
But Hermione was really brave, using her book to stamp all creepy little buttons to save herself while glaring daggers into Lucifer's head.
Many students gave a small chuckle, at this debacle.
After killing all the creepy little buttons she tried to perform the task of changing beetles.
But the class had already ended, "No, no-no I was just!" Hermione tried to defend herself.
"Miss Granger, I will ask you to move into Lockhart's Class."
"Why....?" She was almost spitting blood at this point, "But, Professor McGonagall, it's all Lucifer's fau-"
"Hermione, we are going to be late because of you." Lucifer shook his head at the girl, feeling very disappointed.
"???" Hermione was now fuming inside. She desperately wanted to bite him right now! But ended up giving a murderous look instead, only promising torture in the future.
Only, McGonagall was pretty cool, ignoring all her loud protests.
Ron also left his broken wand in the class, Draco even wanted to hide it. But Harry got to it first and decided to give it to him later.
They made their way towards the Great hall, with Harry giving something to Ron, and asked, "So, what have we got this afternoon?"
Hermione said at once without pulling her schedule out from in-between her books she was carrying.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts......"
She made it out in a long voice, not even wanting to think about this.
"What do you think Lockhart's lesson is going to be like?" Lucifer asked after a quick look at Hermione's face.
"Awful I expect," She said this very bitterly, causing him to shake his head at her, again.
"Give him a chance, Hermione. We haven't even seen, what he can do yet...."
"Tell you what then, if we do this lesson, all goes swimmingly and he gives me no reason to complain, I will never insult him in front of you again. How does that sound?!"
"Why did you clarify in front of me?"
"Because, I have seen you reading those garbage, and laughing! It makes you a fan boy!" Hermione said, while tutting her teeth at him, not convinced by his actions in slightest.
"Understood...."
However, Ron had now seen something on her schedule, because he seized it immediately, "Why do you have little knife outlining each of Lockhart's lessons?" He then squinted, "Are those small love hearts, containing Lucifer's name, across the sides and top of the timetable?!
Hermione quickly snatched back her schedule, "That is none of your concern!" She yelled with a blush on her face and stomped ahead of them to the Great Hall.
Lucifer also sighed, then ran after her.
They ate lunch in mostly silence, with him reading another one of Lockhart's books, with Hermione just staring at her plate, no emotions.
After finishing up their lunch, they spent rest of the period outside in the courtyard with gray overcast.
Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch, while Lucifer was now skipping rocks in the lake, even had a feeling he was forgetting something.
....Hermione watched Lucifer settle himself down, it was an odd feeling. She'd seen him do it a thousand times before but it all seemed so enchanting now, she just 'couldn't look away!'
The way he shifted those hair out of his face, because of the wind, and moved his palm to skip rocks.
"You just gonna stare or are you joining me?" Lucifer said with a smirk.
"Don't be so good looking and I won't stare," Hermione said without thinking, not even stammering a bit, although she could feel her face warming up. She hadn't even thought about it, just said it.
But then looked away from him and at her own feet, she was about to make up some excuse and scurry away when he responded.
"You're one to talk. If I'm good looking then that makes you positively radiant....." If she didn't know Lucifer's voice so well, then she wouldn't have believed it was him.
Her eyes wandered up to him in shock, and even though Hermione was still pink in the face but she was smirking at him, now. Chocolate brown eyes, were now full of hope...
"You won't mind if I sit right here then, will you?' Hermione said, while settling herself down so close next to him, their legs were touching.
"Of course I won't...."
"That means I can do this, right?" Hermione, now let her head drop onto his shoulder, past anger about McGonagall's class just forgotten altogether.
Lucifer then picked up another nearby stone to discard into the lake. She pretended to stare, but her mind was miles away. She'd just accidentally flirted with him, and not only had it not made her a weirdo.
He'd done it back! Even called her good looking, or to use his words, radiant. She'd always thought his previous comments had been teasing, or jokes, but had he actually been flirting with her this whole time?
Meaning, she can do it too!
Hermione was brought out of her thoughts, when someone said.
"All right, Harry? I'm-I-I'm Colin Creevey," he said breathlessly, taking a step closer to him, "I'm in Gryffindor too, d'you think - would it be all right if - can I have a picture?" He asked, raising his camera.
Lucifer was having a hard time following what Colin was saying because he kept skipping rocks.
"A picture?" Harry repeated blankly.
"So I can prove I've met you!" He said excitedly, edging further forward, "I know all about you, everyone's told me! About how you survived You- Know-Who when he tried to kill you and how he disappeared and everything and how you've got a lightning scar on your forehead," Colin was in overdrive, "and a boy in my dormitory said that if I get this film developed in the right Potion the picture'll move!"
He drew a great, shuddering breath of excitement and then said, "It's amazing here, 'isn't it? I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic until I got my Hogwarts letter. My dad's a milkman, he couldn't believe it either! So I'm... taking loads of pictures to send home to him, and it'd be really good if I had one of you-" he looked at Harry imploringly, "--maybe your friend could take it and I could stand next to you? And then maybe you could sign it?"
"Signed photos?" came the second most annoying voice Ron had ever heard, right after Lucius Malfoy.
"You're giving out signed photos, Potter?" Draco Malfoy asked, quite loudly at that. He stood right behind Colin, flanked on either side by his two meat-head followers.
They were large, thuggish looking cronies that Malfoy liked to use for intimidation tactics, but Ron liked to think it didn't work on him.
"Everyone lined up! Harry Potter is giving out signed photos!"
"No I'm not!" Harry yelled angrily, clenching his fists, "Shut up, Malfoy!"
"You're just jealous," Colin piped, whose whole body was about as thick as Crabbe's neck.
"Jealous?" Malfoy snorted, who had no reason to shout anymore as the whole courtyard was now watching them with great interest.
"Of what? Having a foul scar on my forehead? No thanks, why would I want that? I don't think getting your head cut open makes you special myself."
Crabbe and Goyle snickered stupidly.
"No, it's the ridding of a Dark Wizard that does that. Not that you would know what it's like!" Hermione said, looking right at Malfoy, like her mortal enemy or something.
Malfoy was now thinking of a good retort.
"Eat slugs, Malfoy," Ron said angrily. Crabbe stopped laughing and started rubbing his knuckles in a menacing way.
"Be careful, Weasley," Malfoy continued on as though nothing was happening, "You don't want to start any trouble, or your Mummy'll have to come and take you away from school." He then put on a shrill, piercing voice, "If you put one more toe out of line-"
A knot of Slytherin Fifth years nearby roared with laughter.
"Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter," Malfoy smirked, "It'd be worth more than his family's whole house----"
"You're just 'jealous!" Ron jabbed his finger at Malfoy's nose, furious. "Even if you wanted to give someone your autograph, do you think anyone would want it?"
"Oh, I'll make sure 'your' name is right at the top of my petition when you get expelled." Malfoy clutched his throat dramatically and sneered, "Next time you cause trouble, Potter, you can just 'pack your bags' and crawl back home!"
A roar of laughter burst out from the Slytherins around them. Ron had already pulled out his wand, ready to hex Malfoy, when someone was about to stride into the scene.
It was now Lucifer, who interrupted these kids having a verbal spat, "Defense Professor's coming this way."
"What's all this? What's all this, huh?" Gilderoy Lockhart was indeed striding over towards them, his turquoise robes flowing behind him as he walked.
"Who's giving out signed photos?"
Harry started to speak but Lockhart was quick to fling an arm around his shoulders and he thundered jovially, "I shouldn't have asked! We meet again, Harry."
Harry was pinned to Lockhart's side and his cheeks were burning with humiliation. Malfoy slid back into the crowd as he sneered at him.
"Come on then, Mr. Creevey," Lockhart said, beaming at Colin, "A double portrait, can't do better than that! And we'll both sign it for you!"
Colin fumbled for his camera and took the picture just as the bell rang, signaling the start of afternoon classes.
"Off you go, move along there," Lockhart said to the crowd, when he suddenly got a brilliant idea, and shouted once more, "Morningstar! Mr. Morningstar!"
Just as Lucifer was about to step into the castle, a girly voice rang out behind him.
"Yes, Professor Lockhart?" Lucifer frowned slightly. He had no dealings with this fraud of a man. Why was he suddenly singling him out?
"Mr. Morningstar," Lockhart beamed, his unnaturally white teeth glinting exactly eight on display, no more, no less. "If you've read 'Travels with Trolls or Holidays with Hags', you'd know that I am something of an expert in magical creatures. That extraordinary beast of yours---'Usagi, was it?-why, she's a species I've never even heard of! Simply priceless in research value!"
He rubbed his hands together eagerly and lowered his voice. "Where did you find her? If you'd tell me, perhaps I could... try my 'luck' as well."
Lockhart firmly believed that a flamboyant, exotic pet would enhance his heroic image. He was already eyeing not only Usagi but also Fawkes the phoenix. If he could acquire such companions, perhaps people would start placing him in the same league as Dumbledore himself.
Lucifer immediately understood his angle, and a sneer tugged at his lips, "Professor, there's an old saying I suspect you've never heard before."
"Oh? And what would that be?" With his limited wit and shallow charm, Lockhart failed to detect boy's sarcasm.
"A treasure belongs only to those of virtue." Lucifer spoke leisurely. "In other words, only 'the truly noble' can gain the kind of wondrous treasures beyond ordinary imagination. Usagi wasn't something I went searching for---she chose to stay with 'me."
He leaned in slightly, his tone sharp beneath its calmness, "Since the magical beasts of the world haven't 'chosen you', Professor, it simply proves your character... 'falls short."
The boy clapped Lockhart's shoulder with the air of a senior advising a junior, his voice cutting with irony, "So rather than coveting others' companions, Professor, perhaps you should reflect on yourself.... Maybe the truth is simple: 'you're just too lacking for them to acknowledge you."
Leaving Lockhart's face a blotchy mix of blue and white fury, Lucifer strode past him into the castle without a backward glance.
He had no intention of wasting words on a charlatan like this. With Lockhart's meager wits, he could easily flatter him into surrendering House points. But that would be 'degrading....'
'Magic was meant to grant freedom--to live unrestrained, to bow to no one.'
If he had to lower himself and fawn upon frauds just to earn a handful of points, then wouldn't he be nothing more than Gryffindor''s slave?
No, Lucifer Morningstar would earn his rewards standing 'tall.'
Watching the boy's retreating figure, Lockhart gave a cold snort and stiffly stalked away.
While Lucifer reached the marble stone pillar where Hermione sat waiting for him to come over, she had a playful vibe about her, as she smiled at him from the spot, boy's figure getting bigger each second.
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