A/N: So I've had this story in my head for a while. I hope you all like it and if you do I plan on wrong more. I haven't written in so long so I'm a little rusty but again, I really hope you all like it. If you could give me some type of feedback that would be great

"Miss Hunter, could you stay a moment after class?" Professor McGonagall inquired as you packed your bag.

"Yes professor, what is it?"

"I was wondering if you could tutor a student who is having a hard time in class." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion wondering why McGonagall didn't ask Hermione. "Of course professor. However may I ask why you didn't ask Hermione? Her grades are a little better than mine."

"Well, the person you will be tutoring has a record for not getting along with Ms. Granger and the rest of your friends. I believe you have a much better chance keeping your manners about during the time you're with this person." McGonagall looked at you with knowing eyes.

"Just one more question professor, may I ask who I will be tutoring?" You had a sinking feeling you know who she was about to say. There was really only one person that couldn't get along your friends and vice versa.

"Mr. Malfoy. He's been struggling for in my class for sometime and you are my best student." Your stomach was in knots for you wanted to say no. Harry, Ron, & Hermione would never understand why you would agree to tutor Malfoy. Although he has never picked on you alone, he has made your friends the target of his insults all 3 years you've been at Hogwarts. However, you couldn't let your favorite teacher down. With a sigh and a small shake of your head, you gave her your answer. "Of course professor, when shall the tutoring start?"

McGonagall beamed; she knew you wouldn't let her down. "Tonight after dinner. You will use a spare classroom on the third floor. I already told Mr. Malfoy this so he will be there waiting on you." She handed you a piece of paper with the room number. You smiled as you took the paper and put it into your bag and headed out the door to your next class.

—Later at dinner—–

You've been dreading the evening all day. You didn't have any hate towards Malfoy as your friends had but you also didn't like him. Especially not after he called Hermione /that/ word last year. You started picking at your food, listening to the conversation that Harry and Ron where having about quidditch. "What do you think Elizabeth? Do you think we have a shot at the Cup this year? Ron asked

"I don't know, I haven't really paid any attention to the practices so far. Gryffindor is the best so I guess the likelihood of us winning are greater than most." You never looked up from your plate.

"What's wrong, Elizabeth?" Hermione asked as she nudged your arm. "Oh nothing, I just agreed to tutor someone today for McGonagall and I'm just trying to figure out where to start is all." You gave her a small smile.

"Who's the poor chap that has to be tutor by you" chuckled Ron

"Oh har har" Sticking your tongue out at him, "It's none of your business and beside I better be going if I don't want to be late." You grabbed your bag and stuffed two oranges in it. Giving your friends a quick wave, you turned on your heel and headed out the Great Hall.

Pulling out the piece of paper that McGonagall had given you, you began looking for the room she had assigned for you to used. After what seemed like forever, and thinking to yourself that this bloody castle was too big, you found the room. You walked in and put your stuff down; Malfoy wasn't there yet so you took this time of waiting to do your homework.

An hour had passed and you were starting to get pissed off. Mumbling to yourself, you started to pack up your things and as you jerked your bag onto your shoulder, one of the oranges had rolled out. Looking to see where it rolled to, you noticed a figure in the doorway. "You're an hour late" you huffed at the figure.

"Why are you here?" Demanded Malfoy as he walked in, your orange in his hand.

"I was asked to tutor you but if you're going to be late every time then I'll tell McGonagall that it's not going to work out." You we're fuming. It was one thing to be a few minutes late, heck! You would have even looked over 30 minutes late. But a whole hour.

No.

Malfoy looked you over, looking as if he was trying to decide whether this would work or not. But with a smirk he sat down at a desk and said, "I was enjoying my dinner but I'm here now."

With a deep breath, you sat your bag back down and sat across from Malfoy. " So, where do you need help with? Is it essays or the actual spells themselves?" You were calming down, you could never stay too mad for too long.

"All of it. None of it makes any bloody sense." He said angrily as he begin to peel your orange.

"So the beginning then. Also that's my orange!" You went to grab it from him when he held it out of reach.

"You're the one who dropped it. Finders keepers. Besides, let's get to this over with. I have better things to do with my night"

"You were the one who was late" you mumbled under your breath while grabbing your text book. You scooted the desk closer together, while doing so you bumped arms with Malfoy causing a slight blush to appear on your cheeks. "Sorry" you breathe looking up at him.

His eyebrows were furrowed together and the arrogant smirk was gone and replaced with a curious expression. He finished closing the gap between the two of you, taking your book and placing it between the two of you. "Let's get started then" He said looking right at you.

The next hour and half went by without any distractions between the two of you. You worked on the assigned questions you were given for homework and moved on to the essay that was due next week. You lost track of time as you were immersed in the school work. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you gasped, "Merlin! It's almost curfew. We got a lot done today. When do you want to meet again?"

Draco moved the desk back where the were before answering your question. "I'm free tomorrow unless Flint decides to give us another surprise quidditch practice."

"Okay, same time tomorrow? I mean the correct time tomorrow? That way we will have more time to do more work." You smiled at him.

A small blush appeared on his face but he quickly looked away from you before you could register what it was. "Yeah that'll work." He said before walking to the door. He stopped at the opening and without turning around he said "Thanks Hunter, not many people offer to help me." And before you could say anything back, he walked away.

You finished packing up and couldn't help but noticed that you were already looking forward to the next day.