A/N: I do not own Harry Potter. I just like playing in JK's world.
Hermione sat back in the empty Head's compartment, sighing.
"Where the hell is he?" she asked herself out loud.
She was waiting for the new Head Boy to arrive. She didn't know who he was yet, but he was late and she was already annoyed at him. Just then, the carriage door slid open and a man stepped in. He had white blonde hair, which flopped over his eyes. He looked up and flicked his hair back. Hermione narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
"Malfoy," she said.
"Granger," he replied, realising who the Head Girl was.
"Please don't say you're the new Head Boy," Hermione said, her eyes following him to his seat.
"Unfortunately for you, I am," Malfoy replied, inclining his head at the new badge pinned proudly on his chest. "I'm assuming you're the new Head Girl?"
"Yes, I am," Hermione replied. "Do you have the time table for the Heads this year?"
"Yes," Malfoy replied bluntly, looking bored. He made no attempt to reveal it, but instead sat still, scowling at her.
"Can I look at it?" Hermione asked, her temper rising.
"If you must," Malfoy replied, digging into the pocket of his robes and taking out a sheet of parchment. He handed it across to compartment to Hermione.
"Parents of the Future?" Hermione asked, studying the time table.
"What? Where?" Malfoy asked, leaping into the seat next to Hermione. He grabbed the parchment from her. "What the hell is Parents of the Future?"
"There's a sub-note," Hermione said, pointing to very minute writing at the bottom of the page. She read it out loud. "Parents of the Future is a programme for the seventh year, though it has not been taught for several years. It is designed to teach responsibility to the older students. Students will be split into pairs and given a child to look after for the course of three months. Tradionally, the Head Boy and Girl are paired together."
"That's why we don't know about it," Malfoy said, leaning back in his seat.
"It hasn't been taught for years," Hermione said.
They both re-read the sub-note and their eyes froze on the last sentence.
"Tradionally, the Head Boy and Girl are paired together," they said together.
"Oh please, no," Hermione whispered. "Paired with you for three months?"
"What will my parents say?" Malfoy wondered to himself. "Living with a mudblood?"
"Oh God," Hermione said. "I don't think I'll be able to cope with living with you for months."
"Neither do I," Malfoy said.
The Next Week
"You okay, Hermione?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked at her tall, red-headed friend.
"No. I'll explain later," Hermione said.
She felt dizzy and nauseous as they made their way to their first Parents of the Future lesson.
"Welcome to Parents of the Future!" came a cheery voice as they entered the classroom.
The new professor had his back to the class, writing on the board, but he looked awfully familiar to Hermione. He had red hair and was fairly short and stocky. He had a fair few scars on his arms that looked like the remains of burns. His arms were freckled so much that they looked tanned.
"I am Professor Weasley," the professor said, turning around to face the class as they sat down.
Harry's, Ron's and Hermione's mouths dropped open.
"Charlie?" Ron asked, flabbergasted.
"Yep, the one and only," Charlie said, beaming. "Though it's Professor Weasley now."
"But… you… dragons… here… babies…" Ron stuttered, his eyes still popping out of his head.
"I've been trying to hint to you all summer, Ron. Dumbledore offered me the position at the end of last year," Charlie said, returning to his desk. He cleared his throat loudly and the chatter died down. "Welcome to Parents of the Future!"
"I can't believe this," Ron said, his face growing very red as he slumped down in his chair, keen not to be noticed.
"I am Professor Weasley," Charlie repeated, "and I'll be taking you through your course. In a month and a half's time, you'll meet here again, to check your progress and at the end of the three months, you will meet here and receive your grades.
You will be living in separate parts of the school in your own "houses". Each "house" consists of three bedrooms, a bathroom, a small kitchen, a dining area and a living area. You get one and a half hours every day for alone time with your child."
"Uh, Char- Professor Weasley?" Hermione raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" Charlie asked, turning to her with a kind smile.
"Where will you be getting these children we're going to look after from?" Hermione asked.
"Ah, I was waiting for someone to ask about that," Charlie said, clapping his hands together and making everyone jump.
He walked to a door at the back of the classroom and led out ten children. They all looked familiar.
"Professor, is that Lavender?" Parvati called out, recognising one of the children.
"And that's Seamus!" Harry noticed.
"That's right. Ten of your fellow classmates volunteered to become four year old children," Charlie said, lining all the children up in a row at the front of the class. "Right, onto the pairs."
He picked a roll of parchment up and opened it. He studied the writing on it.
"Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy, as you are the Head Boy and Girl, you are tradionally paired," he said, looking up and wincing in Hermione's direction.
Hermione sighed and stood up, Malfoy following suit. They got to the front of the classroom and looked at Charlie, waiting for further instructions. Charlie cleared his throat and consulted his parchment again.
"You will be taking care of…"