powderkeg (draco malfoy!)

[MONA CHARBONNEAU!]

It was around five o' clock in the afternoon on a Friday. With the week wrapping up within a few hours, the entire body of people in Hogwarts school were on razor's edge of going insane. Even the most staunch, proper, and punctual professors were rushing through lessons in an vain attempt to speed up the passing of the seconds so that they, as well as their students, would be freed from the spell of binding time and schedules. Alas, magic in all its magesty can not speed the progression over the course of a day, and it being the start of the school year there were to be many more Fridays to struggle through.

For Mona Charbonneau, the day had been over for fifteen minutes. Arithmancy was not a popular subject and thus had few people in classes. Which meant few classes to teach and more free time; something Mona craved. At the moment she was sipping on hot rooibos tea with honey and pomegranate essense, leaning back in one of the plush chairs provided for the staff. Sighing deep and pushing back a strand of her dusty blond hair, Mona lavished in peace and quiet she had. Her fuse, lit with the anticipation of escaping this stuffy castle, has been doused for the moment. How long that would last depended on who entered that door. Demitri Selkirk would cut the fuse off her ticking timebomb; from what she had seen he would be a pleasure to talk with. He felt like a little brother to her, at thirty-five Mona being old by professor standards these days. Any of her students would also be good tidings, even the ones who did not like her. It was good to hear the opinions of the young and perhaps try to change them for the better. So far, the fuse remained unlit...

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

CAN'T KEEP YOUR LEGS

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[/b] rofessor Draco Malfoy strode through the hallways, wearing a business suit instead of his normal Wizard's robes. It was navy and red, which complimented him quite well ... not that many things didn't. Draco was a rather attractive male and most things complimented him just because of this fact. It wasn't that Draco was vain in the least- it was just how it was.[/font]

Y[/b] ou might be wondering just as to why the Malfoy was striding around in a suit, when he was within Hogwart's grounds. The reason was that he had just gotten back from a dinner concerning some of the family's business ventures. He'd let, or rather bullied, one of the teachers take over his class and made it into a silent study. He knew he'd be getting dirty looks in the hallways and snarky comments behind his back for the move, but hey. He actually had a life outside the school, and it wasn't it he did these things all the time. Just every now and then something came up, and the students were learning just fine.[/color][/font]


R[/b] ounding the corner, Draco gave a broad smile to a couple of his favorite students, who seemed to be harassing a young girl he recognized. A mudblood, filthy and disgusting. Honestly the only reason they allowed them in the school anymore was simply for brainwashing- teaching them not only how to do magic, but that they were worthless beings. Oh, and to keep tabs on them so that they could have profiles down on every impurity by the time they graduated. It was a clever system, really. "Good boys, keep up your work." He said to them, clapping one on the shoulder. It brought a tear to his eye, seeing them showing an impurity just where it belonged. Sigh.


F[/b] inally pushing through the door into the teacher's lounge, Draco heaved a sigh of relief. He was finally free, no more teaching until Monday. Of course most other teachers still had classes to run, however he'd given the other teacher the rest of his classes, so that he could relax. Draco scanned the room, seeing only one another person. Oh damn it all to hell. He snarled mentally, seeing one of the few teachers in the building he couldn't stand. This was more due to the fact that she seemed immune to his bullying, but in any case he thought of her as a stuck up wretch that needed to be taught a lesson.[/color][/font]


P[/b] utting on the largest, fakest smile he could muster, Draco strode past her. He threw over his shoulder "Why out of class so early, Miss Charbonneau?" He then smiled before his face turned into a little 'oh!' of surprise, as if he'd just remembered something. "That's right, I'm sorry. You don't really teach a class, do you? Just some useless ranting in the Hogwarts equivalent of a back-alley brothel. I mean, seriously, put some clothes on." His comment turned nasty at the end, that infamous mix between a smirk and a sneer plastered on his face. "And by clothing I mean a mask for your face and a nun's outfit- really, we don't need to see anything."[/color][/font]

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[MONA CHARBONNEAU!]

And thus her fuse was lit with the most potent of flames by a Mr. Draco Malfoy striding through the door like a string was holding him up from above. She could not understand why in all of tarnation he ever recieved a professors' position here at Hogwarts; he was not in the least bit qualfied, if she were headmistress he would be surely and swiftly sacked. Sure, his previous test scores were good and his pedigree fit the bill for a plush position at the greatest wizarding institution other than the Ministry itself. That gave him no right to be teaching the youth of the youngest generation such matters of hate and lack of reason. In her opinion, Draco Malfoy was the worst tutor in many, many ways.

"Maybe I should be asking you the same, Mr. Malfoy," Mona replied smoothly, tone slightly sardontic and voice its normal husky timbre, "I know quite a few professors who do not get released from their shackles for another hour or so. It seems, according to your own style of clothing, that we both are involved in that 'back-alley brothel', or whatever you call it." She chuckled warmly at him; she was not phased in the least by his jabs and found it most pleasureable to retort back.

"And, believe me; I may be older than you, but I can understand why you wear that suit-which-leaves-much-to-the-imagination. No one needs to see your pale weasel hide." She took another sip of her fire-red tea sighed, a low rumble coming from her throat.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

CAN'T KEEP YOUR LEGS

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CLOSED YOUR CHEAP AND DISTURBING, AND YOU WONDER WHY YOU'RE STILL SINGLE
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[/b]raco smiled at her, winking as he spoke. "Darling, of course I run a whore house; there are so many mudbloods to go around that can't do anything better," His smile widened as he spoke on, "I would ask to you join my little business, but I don't think I'd be getting much business with you there ... Might actually see a decline in sales." Frowning, he gently folded himself into a chair. Crossing his legs and resting his arms on the chair's arm, he was the picture of cool and calm. Or at least he thought he was.[/font]

S[/b] hifting gently, Draco frowned at her. She certainly was pressing his buttons. "Oh, don't be sour just because you'll never get a glimpse of my perfect physique. I know you want me, darling, but I'm sorry- I'm just not avaliable to women of your ... class?" He coughed, rolled his eyes, then added "And I use that term lightly, mind you." He raised an eyebrow and stared at her, lips pursed slightly. This was certainly not how he wanted to spend his evening, but trading insults with a lower life form suited him just fine if it was on the menu. Hopefully he could teach her to shut her mouth and keep her head down, as she should.[/color][/font]


G[/b] lancing up at the clock he realized just how early it was. "The only reason I'm out early is because I had business to attend to out of school, not that it's any of your concern. I wouldn't expect you to appreciate what we higher class Purebloods do in order to keep our bank accounts filled." He finished off with a snooty air about him, a sneer on his lips while his nose had been raised into the air. It was clear just how this Pureblood had been raised- to believe everybody below him, and as though anybody without a mile long, perfect pedigree was less than whole, somehow.[/color][/font]

R[/b] unning a hand through his iar, he continued on a slow and light note, talking as if in a sigh. He sounded bored, as if the situation displeased him greatly and he was doing her a great service by giving her more than the time of day. "Luckily I found another teacher to cover for me. All my classes after midday were changed to study periods, in which the students will be working on an essay," He smirked on this note "Then again, there's a word you probably don't hear or use very often. Shocking how the classes that actually teach students something useful give out real assignments, isn't it? I wouldn't want to overload your poor brain."[/color][/font]
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[MONA CHARBONNEAU!]

Mona listened to Draco with an uncaring and distracted air, often sipping at her tea and leaning further back into the plush and comfortable chairs. How he sat at talked to her as if she was some sort of filthy whore; it almost made her laugh, but she had more self-control than to bust out right in front of him. A grin formed on her face and gradually turned to a confident smile as he continued on. All this blabbering must have meant that he either had nothing to talk about and was messing with her, he liked her, that possibility being very slim, or that he was just talking so much to be sure to shut her up. Maybe he was more insecure than he would have liked to have been around this elder and more wise woman. That was what Mona would have liked to think, although something about what he had said did bother her.

"You do run a whore house, do you now?" Mona asked, sounding fakely surprised, "I have more class than to ever consider such a profession." Taking another sip of her rooibos, she continued. She had a smug expression on her face, eyes narrowed and a slight smirk. Mona had the air of a regal lioness, watching a wildebeest bleat at her.

"Want you? I would rather become a nun and swear off sex." She let out a soft chuckled as she took the last sip of tea that was in her mug and swallowed it. Her eyes widened slightly from before as she examined this man carefully; how in all the world did he know that she was a half-blood? According to the Ministry and Hogwarts records, she was pureblooded, although that was indeed not the truth. "Arithmancy is as true a subject as yours, Mr. Malfoy. Just because you did poorly in it when you were in school does not mean it is useless. However, I cannot change your opinion, as thus you cannot change mine about potions. Making chemicals to change the body is a dishonorable art, in my own view."

"Do you know who the Charbonneau's even are, Mr. Malfoy?" she then asked, prying at him to see what exactly he knew, "You assume you are above everyone else in this school. I am a daughter of one of the most respected, pureblooded wizards in all of France. 'Tis a shame that you did not look through the records and do your homework before you assume someone is below you, when she may in fact be your equal."

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

CAN'T KEEP YOUR LEGS

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[/b]learly unimpressed by her, Draco rolled his eyes and sighed. This was turning out to be quite the day. Truth be told, Draco didn't own any sort of whorehouse nor would he ever get into the business. There was too much risk involved, and while it did bring in a glorious amount of money, it was also considered a dirty business. While he certainly was both a womanizer and a jackass, he wasn't about to give the public real reason to call him out on it. That and Draco didn't have the patience for any of the shenanigans that could go on at such an establishment.[/font]

S[/b] norting, the Pureblood gave a little chuckle. "Class, darling? I'm a Malfoy. You don't get any classier than that; you really are amusing." He shook his head gently, giving her a look like she was a child he was simply indulging for the moment. Indulgence, though, was never something Draco was known for. "You don't have the connections or money to consider such a profession, honey, let alone class."[/color][/font]


T[/b] his conversation had somehow turned quite amusing. She actually thought that she was better than a Malfoy? Well, she certainly was acting as if that was the way she thought. And her view on Potions was completely out of proportions. "Changing the body, sweetie? I'm sorry if you're old boyfriends needed erm ... boosts down under, but normally potions aren't the change the body. Or at least completely," He settled backwards, an eyebrow raising "Potions are meant to save Wizard's lives, to keep us healthy. I'm sure if you were ever posioned and needed my help in creating the antidote, there's no doubt you'd be singing a different tune altogether."[/color][/font]

D[/b] raco let out a yelp of laughter.
My equal? You aren't serious, correct? Because if you were my equel we would have had playdates when I was younger, and I certainly would know you through and through." He narrowed his eyes. She was treading on rather dangerous grounds. And to what avail? To what purpose? Draco narrowed his eyes to slits, a thought crossing his mind. "I don't believe you, Miss Charbonnueau. And if I find out you're lying to me, I will make your life a living hell before I turn you over to the authorities." He tone was soft and icy, the worst kind to hear out of the man. She certainly was trying his patience.[/color][/font]
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[MONA CHARBONNEAU!]

Mona ignored most of what her colleague, if he could be even called that, said to her, sighing and wishing that she had more tea. Unlike the firewhiskey many drank as a second wind to flagging courage, tea soothed her and cleared her head. That made it easier to think and comprehend what exactly Draco Malfoy was saying and how to counter it. This dance they would do every once in a while lifted her spirits; this was most likely not his intention but was the end result nevertheless. He was most likely attempting to smash any sort of self esteem and confidence she had into a million pieces, but that was just not going to happen. In her mind, she was stronger than him and could win a battle if one ever went on long enough for her to deliver a killing blow. Most of the time he had something to do or she had to go and feed her cat.

"If I were to ever have a playdate with you, Mr. Malfoy, I would have been eight years your senior," Mona replied casually, setting her tea mug down on table within arms reach of where she sat, "And living in Marseilles makes it difficult to transport children from each of our own respective hometowns without them losing a finger. You mean to tell me, though, that your father does not know the great William Charbonneau? He is a breeder of winged horses, specializing in the Granian breed. It has been in our family for generations back." Leaning back in her chair, the woman continued; "And believe me, Mr. Malfoy. If there is one thing a Charbonneau does not do, it is lie. I can promise you that I am telling the truth." Maybe not the entire truth, she thought, but enough that if he were to look it up in either England or France he would not find any evidence that she was lying.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

CAN'T KEEP YOUR LEGS

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CLOSED YOUR CHEAP AND DISTURBING, AND YOU WONDER WHY YOU'RE STILL SINGLE
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[/b] lancing towards the cupboards in the kitchen area of the teacher's retreat, Draco suddenly found himself wishing that he had a bottle of Firewhiskey and a beautiful woman by his side. Or any other person, for that matter. You couldn't get worse than this hag. Draco did indeed consider himself to be a fine conversationalist, however in the presence of somebody so insulting and, let's face it, idiotic it was hard to hold one's tongue and keep yourself from blurting out things that were less than ... savory. Truthful, but still less than what a gentleman would be expected to say. Then again, isn't the truth always just that?
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H[/b] is hand reached upwards, towards his head, fingers absently running through his blond locks. They got into these little spats every now and then, but Draco never had the time to stay and really duke it out with her. He simply didn't have the free time in his life to do anything of real importance with the woman, and didn't think she was forth making the time. After all, he had the faintest feeling she wasn't who she said she was. But then again, Draco always second guessed those that ever said they were as good as he. Nobody had lines as good as a Malfoy, or Black. His combined both lines, and so he was the ultimate Pureblood. The best of the best, the cream of the crop. Obviously she was delusional and most likely jealous of him.[/color][/font]


D[/b] eciding it would actually be worth responding to her, Draco looked her square in the eye, his brow raised. "That just proves you know absoloutely nothing about Pureblood society. It doesn't matter if you're older, nor how much older- we would still be exposed to one another. This ensures that we know each other quite well and that Pureblood society stays as tight nit as it needs to be, in order for our lines to survive pure and strong." He snorted before narrowing his eyes. Idiot. Obviously her father was either way too overprotective, was hiding something, or was careless with his bloodlines. Being careless with Bloodlines now a day could be punishable by death.


P[/b] ushing upwards, Draco turned and strode over to the liquor cabinet. Bending down, he tugged open the door and viewed the selection. Finally settling on a bottle of Firewhiskey, and a good brand at that, he grabbed the bottle by the neck, picked up a cup from next to the sink area, and popped back into his chair. Draco poured himself a glass, raised it with a mocking gesture towards his colleague, and downed half of it in one gulp. "God, I swear I have to be drunk to stand listening to your senseless droning. Have anything actually interesting, or sensible for that matter, to add?" Draco groaned, taking another small sip of from his glass. Of course, he really wouldn't get drunk. Not even Draco was that daring when it came to doing things at Hogwarts. But it would have helped the situation.[/color][/font]
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[MONA CHARBONNEAU!]

"I do not think that you have a right to judge how my father raised my siblings or I," Mona replied sharply, "He was not the most caring man and rather secretive when it came to matters about us. It was as if we interfered with his business. In that case you would possibly see why he kept us secluded from the rest of your group, if you had half a brain to comprehend." This situation was getting a little bit too hairy for her liking now; this man, despite how much she hated him and how much of a little wanker she thought he was, had the power to have her arrested if he found out that she was not all that she had claimed to be. It was only a small group that did know, after all; the guys at the pub and her parents were the only ones who were enlightened to that fact. She played a good pureblood who wished to have a quiet life away from the Death Eaters and the rest of that wild society.

"In any case, Mr. Malfoy," she continued, "What does it matter now? We are no longer children being introduced as potential partners for each other. We are both professors here, regardless of what our social status may be. Why, I would be quite content being a so-called 'impurity' and living out a quiet life away from those ridiculous parties your sort tend to throw. That's what my mother taught me, to live simply and gracefully. At least I know that firewhiskey is not the way to solve a problem like myself." She chuckled softly and stood up, ready for another cup of rooibos. Feeling a bit better about her status for now, she poured out another serving of the red drink. "You really should consider drinking tea, Mr. Malfoy. Clams the nerves better than firewhiskey."

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

CAN'T KEEP YOUR LEGS

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[/b] iving her a smile that said he would indulge her for now, Draco made a "mmhmm," sound. Turning his cold, gray eyes down to the floor the man sighed. This was going absolutely nowhere, though it wasn't as if he had expected something to come out of it in the first place. It was Professor Charbonneau, for merlin's sake! "Luckily for you, Charbonneau, I have an entire brain to comprehend, however it still sounds quite suspicious to me. Don't think I'll be forgetting that suspicion anytime soon." His voice turned from soft and bored to hard steel towards the end, eyes sharp as a hawk's and turned directly into hers. Draco wasn't the type, however, to hold onto such things. Especially when the matter could take time to sort out.[/font]

S[/b] norting, Draco mumbled "We'll always be children in the eyes of our parents." Before taking a small sip from his glass. The whiskey burned his throat as sure as the sky was nearly always gray and clouded, but Draco had come to like the pain. Most people had to get used to Firewhiskey, with it's harsh flavour that could result in a coughing fit for the unwary. Draco knew that sting well, however, and relished in it. He was one of those people that came to like it eventually. The flavour was delicious and the after-taste was even soft, but the delivery was cruel and harsh. It was almost like Pureblood rule. A smirk meandered about his lips as he indulged himself with such thoughts. He always did like comparing things of that nature.[/color][/font]


L[/b] etting a laugh slip from his otherwise controlled body (draco? control? no temper? hah.), he slapped his knee. "Oh, that's hillarious. You actually admit you're a problem. And no, Firewhiskey isn't the only way to get rid of a, ahem, problem, such as yourself. However, it is the orthodox way at the moment. I don't think simply waving my wand and blowing you away would rest well with my colleagues." Taking another sip, Draco looked slowly around the room. His eyes grazed the ceiling, the book cases, the other chairs. It was all placed in a symmetrical pattern that was pleasing to the eyes. Haphazard, but in a way that made sure the viewer knew everything had a place and was currently in it. The room was well designed.


R[/b] aising an eyebrow at the woman, Draco snorted gently and downed the rest of what was in his glass. "It calms a woman's nerves, which really isn't hard to do. Then again it isn't hard to get a woman worked up, either, considering how fragile and frilly most of you are," Raising an eyebrow at her he added in "And here I thought you weren't of the same breed as the rest, Charbonneau." Whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, who really knew.[/color][/font]

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[MONA CHARBONNEAU!]

"I know very well that I am not the fresh bouquet of pleasantness and obedience that you so desire in a lady, Mr. Malfoy," Mona replied smoothly, setting her mug down to wait while her tea steeped, "However, I should believe that a woman, regardless of her rank, should not feel the need to bow down to the likes of you. She needs to accept that you are not worth her time, seeing as you look at her as a problem, and move on to something bigger and better." She leaned against the study chair she once sat in, looking past the blond-haired man before her and instead keeping her eyes fixated on nothing at all. The idea of him hexing her was most amusing; the kinds in her class could probably think of better pranks to pull on her than this overbred man. They had changed her hair color and gender before; this teacher had to admit that her students were experts. She bet that he wouldn't be able to hold a candle to her when it came to dueling.

"I cannot wrap the concept of your blowing me to bits around my brain," she sighed languidly, "A genetic mess of a dog like yourself would not be able to put a scratch on my students, let alone me. It is not your skills I doubt, however. It is your blood; you Malfoys were always known as cowards and preferred to hire others to do your dirty work. Do tell me; how much are you going to have to hold over a respectable woman's head to get her to attend the ball coming up within the next few weeks?" Her expression remained calm and confident, but a smirk crept up on her lips; she could hardly resist jabbing at him as she did. "I may not have a date myself just yet, but I feel its not quite an essential; I am much too old for those sort of antics. I think you are as well."