Hey guys! This is, what, my second Drarry story? I hope you all like it. Remember: reviews are love! xx

"Mr. Potter," Professor Slughorn said after Harry destroyed his third potion for the day. "May I speak to you after class?"

Harry sighed and tried to ignore the sniggering of the Slytherins on the other side of the potions classroom. "Yes, sir," he mumbled.

He tried to ignore the fact that Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering and not-so-subtly staring at him. He tried to ignore Parkinson whispering smugly to the pinch-faced girl next to her. And he most certainly tried to ignore the fact that Draco-freaking-Malfoy was staring at him with those grey eyes.

"Ignore them, Harry," Hermione whispered to him from her spot on his left as she patted his hand.

Harry offered her a small smile of thanks and focused back on his ruined potion. It was supposed to be a golden color.

It was baby blue.

How was he going to fix this?

He studied his potions book, trying to find what he did wrong. After a minute of rerunning everything he'd done in his head and looking over the instructions, he finally found it. He was supposed to stir the potion five times clockwise, six counter clockwise. He'd done the opposite.

So how did he fix that? Should he start over? He'd already started over twice and the class period was almost over, anyway.

The bell rang.

See?

Harry vanished the potion and began to pack up his stuff like the others.

"Want us to wait, Harry?" Ron asked.

Harry smiled at his friends and shook his head, "No, I don't want you to be late for your next class. I have my free period next, anyway. Go on. I'll see you at dinner, yeah?"

"Yeah," they both answered simultaneously.

As Ron and Hermione walked out of the classroom, Harry turned towards Professor Slughorn, who was standing at his desk, staring at Harry.

"You wanted to talk to me, sir?" Harry asked as he stepped towards the potions professor.

"Yes, Harry," Professor Slughorn said as he picked up some papers from his desk and began to rifle through them. "I wanted to talk to you about your potion making."

Harry sighed and ran a hand over his face tiredly. "I'm sorry, Professor," he said apologetically. "It's just, I've been really tired lately and have had a lot on my mind and—"

"Harry," Professor Slughorn said gently. "I understand that with everything that happen last year with Voldemort and your godfather—"

Harry winced and bowed his head.

"—that you may have a lot on your mind and I understand that Potions is the last thing you want to think about. It would be the last thing on mine as well. But I let you attend my Advance Potions class because I knew you had potential. You still do. I just wish you would apply yourself a bit more. Your grades have been slipping and I don't want you to fail this class, Harry. That's why I think it would be best if I assigned you a tutor for the remainder of the year."

Harry head shot up and he stared at Professor Slughorn with wide eyes. "A-A tutor, sir?" he stammered.

Professor Slughorn nodded. "Yes, a tutor. Just to help you with your homework and on any potions that you may not understand. I think it would help you greatly. So what do you say?"

Harry cautiously stared at the Professor. "Who would it be, sir?" he asked quietly.

Professor Slughorn smiled and, seemingly proud of himself for getting Harry to agree with him, said, "Draco Malfoy."

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Sorry. XD I'm overly excited and I don't even know why. Remember guys: reviews are love! Hopefully, I'll have the second chapter up soon! xx