Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of these characters as I was not genius enough to come up with them before J.K.Rowling did. Even if I did somehow came up with a respectable enough amount of money to make Ms. Rowling an offer I have no doubt she wouldn't think twice about refusing. However, I DO own the plot and maybe a few characters I created for the sake of the story. (Mirna, for example) There. I've said it! Don't sue! You won't get anything out of me! The only valuable possesion I have is my violin, and you'd have to kill me before I'd give it to you.
A/N: Heehee, while this may be my first actual story, I've actually written a small piece of smut that I'm currently too shy to upload. And besides, it's not finished. LOL! Enjoy the story, and please provide constructive critizism. Have fun!
Books, Papers, and Underwear
Ginny sighed, running a hand through her silky short red hair that was a Weasley trademark. Professor Snape was passing back tests.
"Nice job Miss Weasley." Professor Snape sneered as he handed Ginny a paper, "Another one failed. We might have to get you a tutor."
Ginny looked up at him, then looked down at her test, could it be that bad? Troll. EWWW!!!! What will my parents do when they find out?! Practically her whole family got good grades, with one or two exceptions. And even their grades didn't get this low. IF they find out. Ginny bit her lip. She wasn't going to tell her parents about this. No way.
"A tutor?"
A loud pattering of feet sounded behind Ginny, "Hey! Ginny! Wait up!"
There was a crash as Luna Lovegood ran to catch up to Ginny and knocked right into her. "What a nice way to say hello, Luna." Ginny rubbed her shoulder where she had hit the floor. She bent over to pick up her books.
"Ginny," Luna panted, "Have you studied for the quiz in Transfiguration yet? I have a question about-"
Ginny stopped walking, "Quiz?"
"Yeeeaaaah. Quiz. In Transfiguration. Today. In about three minutes."
It took a second or two for it to sink in before Ginny said something. "Shit! I totally forgot about that quiz!" She grimaced, "Professor Snape wants to give me a tutor and I've been so preoccupied..."
"You can't fail Potions AND Transfiguration! You'll get held back or something! You'll have to do fourth year all over again!"
"Held back?"
Luna blushed, "Oh, it...uh...it was something Ron had told me about muggle school. He learned it from Harry, if a student fails enough subjects he gets held back, meaning he has to do the same year over again. Except with muggles it's called grades."
"I've never heard of that happening here," said Ginny, "but that doesn't mean it won't."
The two girls hurried into the Transfiguration classroom and got ready for the quiz. Ginny looked around nervously, twirling her quil between her fingers. Take a deep breath, Ginny, you're not gonna fail this.
"I can't believe I failed it!" Cried Ginny, "I failed it!"
Professor McGonagal patted Ginny on the back, "Looks like we need to study." She led Ginny into her office, "I have been talking to Professor Snap about your...falling grades. Yes, we do talk, and we have agreed that you sorely need a tutor."
Ginny looked up hopefully, "Hermione?"
"I'm afraid she already has a lot on her hands, she is unavailable." Said Professor McGonagal
"Then who?" Ginny looked curiously up at her professor, awaiting an answer.
"Well," Professor McGonagal started, "Professor Snape and I have both chosen our own tutors. For Transfiguration, you will have Potter. He is a very adequte student and I assume he will be a good tutor as well. For Potions, you will have...Well, you'll be tutored my Malfoy." She smiled reassuringly at the horrified look in Ginny's face, "Once your grades go up, and Snape and I are sure they will stay up, you will no longer have to have tutors."
Ginny gaped, "Malfoy? He won't teach me! He'll kill me!"
"Professor Snape is very sure that Malfoy will be an excellent tutor. You will have Transfigurations tutoring on Thursdays and Potions on Tuesdays. Both will commence at 6 pm sharp and will end at 8. The Transfigurations will be held, obviously, in the Transfiguration classroom," she gestured to where the door was, "and the Potions will be in the Potions classroom."
"That means..."
"That means, Miss Weasley, that your first tutoring session will be tonight, in the Potions calssroom, do not be late. You are dismissed."
Ginny walked out of Professor McGongall's office dazed, two hours will Malfoy? TWO? How was she supposed to survive? She walked up to her the Gryffindor common room, giving the Fat Lady the password. She slid through the hole and headed to her dorm room, throwing her books and stuff on the floor as she collapsed on her bed, "Two hours? With Malfoy? Heavens!"
Just then Ginny's friend Mirna walked in, her raven black hair flowing behind her. "What's wrong, Ginny?"
"I have to take tutoring sessions with Harry." She mumbled into the pillow, barely audible, "And Malfoy," she got up, spitting the name out like a piece of horrible tasting candy. "Two hours!"
Mirna's eyebrows lifted, "You're complaining becuse you're gonna be spending two hours with the hottest guys in the school? Don't tell me you're gonna be alone!"
"I'm gonna be alone! Only me and Malfoy!" She cried out, half terrified, half angry.
"Well, you better be bringin' a condom, girl!"
End of chapter one! Hope you liked! I'll try to update soon! Keyword: TRY.
A/N: Heehee, while this may be my first actual story, I've actually written a small piece of smut that I'm currently too shy to upload. And besides, it's not finished. LOL! Enjoy the story, and please provide constructive critizism. Have fun!
Books, Papers, and Underwear
Ginny sighed, running a hand through her silky short red hair that was a Weasley trademark. Professor Snape was passing back tests.
"Nice job Miss Weasley." Professor Snape sneered as he handed Ginny a paper, "Another one failed. We might have to get you a tutor."
Ginny looked up at him, then looked down at her test, could it be that bad? Troll. EWWW!!!! What will my parents do when they find out?! Practically her whole family got good grades, with one or two exceptions. And even their grades didn't get this low. IF they find out. Ginny bit her lip. She wasn't going to tell her parents about this. No way.
"A tutor?"
A loud pattering of feet sounded behind Ginny, "Hey! Ginny! Wait up!"
There was a crash as Luna Lovegood ran to catch up to Ginny and knocked right into her. "What a nice way to say hello, Luna." Ginny rubbed her shoulder where she had hit the floor. She bent over to pick up her books.
"Ginny," Luna panted, "Have you studied for the quiz in Transfiguration yet? I have a question about-"
Ginny stopped walking, "Quiz?"
"Yeeeaaaah. Quiz. In Transfiguration. Today. In about three minutes."
It took a second or two for it to sink in before Ginny said something. "Shit! I totally forgot about that quiz!" She grimaced, "Professor Snape wants to give me a tutor and I've been so preoccupied..."
"You can't fail Potions AND Transfiguration! You'll get held back or something! You'll have to do fourth year all over again!"
"Held back?"
Luna blushed, "Oh, it...uh...it was something Ron had told me about muggle school. He learned it from Harry, if a student fails enough subjects he gets held back, meaning he has to do the same year over again. Except with muggles it's called grades."
"I've never heard of that happening here," said Ginny, "but that doesn't mean it won't."
The two girls hurried into the Transfiguration classroom and got ready for the quiz. Ginny looked around nervously, twirling her quil between her fingers. Take a deep breath, Ginny, you're not gonna fail this.
"I can't believe I failed it!" Cried Ginny, "I failed it!"
Professor McGonagal patted Ginny on the back, "Looks like we need to study." She led Ginny into her office, "I have been talking to Professor Snap about your...falling grades. Yes, we do talk, and we have agreed that you sorely need a tutor."
Ginny looked up hopefully, "Hermione?"
"I'm afraid she already has a lot on her hands, she is unavailable." Said Professor McGonagal
"Then who?" Ginny looked curiously up at her professor, awaiting an answer.
"Well," Professor McGonagal started, "Professor Snape and I have both chosen our own tutors. For Transfiguration, you will have Potter. He is a very adequte student and I assume he will be a good tutor as well. For Potions, you will have...Well, you'll be tutored my Malfoy." She smiled reassuringly at the horrified look in Ginny's face, "Once your grades go up, and Snape and I are sure they will stay up, you will no longer have to have tutors."
Ginny gaped, "Malfoy? He won't teach me! He'll kill me!"
"Professor Snape is very sure that Malfoy will be an excellent tutor. You will have Transfigurations tutoring on Thursdays and Potions on Tuesdays. Both will commence at 6 pm sharp and will end at 8. The Transfigurations will be held, obviously, in the Transfiguration classroom," she gestured to where the door was, "and the Potions will be in the Potions classroom."
"That means..."
"That means, Miss Weasley, that your first tutoring session will be tonight, in the Potions calssroom, do not be late. You are dismissed."
Ginny walked out of Professor McGongall's office dazed, two hours will Malfoy? TWO? How was she supposed to survive? She walked up to her the Gryffindor common room, giving the Fat Lady the password. She slid through the hole and headed to her dorm room, throwing her books and stuff on the floor as she collapsed on her bed, "Two hours? With Malfoy? Heavens!"
Just then Ginny's friend Mirna walked in, her raven black hair flowing behind her. "What's wrong, Ginny?"
"I have to take tutoring sessions with Harry." She mumbled into the pillow, barely audible, "And Malfoy," she got up, spitting the name out like a piece of horrible tasting candy. "Two hours!"
Mirna's eyebrows lifted, "You're complaining becuse you're gonna be spending two hours with the hottest guys in the school? Don't tell me you're gonna be alone!"
"I'm gonna be alone! Only me and Malfoy!" She cried out, half terrified, half angry.
"Well, you better be bringin' a condom, girl!"
End of chapter one! Hope you liked! I'll try to update soon! Keyword: TRY.