Headmistress McGonagall had announced him as the new Potions’ professor a week before the beginning of the year. The silence in the room was deafening when he walked into the Great Hall that morning. Head up high and a posture worthy of a prince. His charcoal robes were most likely as expansive as everyone else’s attires combined. But what bothered Hermione the most was how he glanced at every professor who met his eyes, lifting a brow and sneering as if he owned the place. He was challenging their limits. Unfortunately for him, Hermione loved challenges.