"What do you mean I'm failing Potions?" Harry paled. He had to pass this one class in order to be an Auror. One class.
"Potter, I don't know how to explain it otherwise. Your stupidity has resulted in a failing grade. How unfortunate. In order to pass, you will need to take Remedial Potions. However, I cannot take the time out of my schedule to it your needs. So, I have picked a student that as an Outstanding in the class that will meet you here every Tuesday at 8:00pm to try to get you to understand the subject. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir." Harry knew- he just knew Snape would pick someone who would make his life a living hell. "Would you like to know who I picked to be your teacher?"
"I suppose, yes." He didn't really want to know, but he would have to find out sooner or later, right? As soon as he heard his 'teacher' speak, he wished he had said no, and figured it out on Tuesday.
"Trust me, Potter. I am not doing this because I want to, it's just Professor Dumbledore asked me specifically, and who am I to turn down the Headmaster?"
"Malfoy? No, Professor Snape, please, anyone but Malfoy." He knew this would happen, and yet he didn't see it coming. Malfoy?
"Sorry, Potter. It's either Mr. Malfoy here, or you fail the class entirely."
This wasn't fair. But he had no choice now, and Snape knew it.
"Fine. Alright. Malfoy it is. See you on Tuesday." With that, Harry walked out. He couldn't stand to see Snape and Malfoy's identical smirks as he walked out. He should go to Dumbledore. No, he couldn't do that and he knew it. He would have to suck it up and go, every Tuesday at 8:00pm, just like Snape wanted. This was not going to end well.