I sat in the library, waiting, as punishment for being a genius in my classes, Snape was forcing me to tutor other students. Unlike everyone else however, I wasn't afraid of the potions master, so after pushing and arguing for almost two weeks, I got him to agree to use the tutoring I did as part of my final grade. Now I was wishing I had just taken the fail he threatened.
The student I was tutoring, the one I was waiting for, the one who was late, was none other then Draco Malfoy.
I wasn't totally serprized he was late, I half expected him not to show up, Malfoy was too proud to admit he was failing a class, not only that, but it would involve him sitting down and talking to a Gryffindor, something I knew would be a task in itself. I sighed and checked the clock, I'd give him another ten minutes, I had my own social life, I didn't need to be here all night. Someone finally came around the corner, I glanced up, Draco, he looked less then impressed yet somehow smug, all at the same time, he stood infront of me for a moment.
"You're late." I said unimpressed, "And yet you're still here." he smirked, "Because I want this credit." I said shifting my stuff aside, Draco sat down and dumped his stuff on the table, "The homework, your notebook and the text book, open them now." I said flipping my stuff open, "Bosy much?" he asked, "We have one hour." I said looking up, "We only have one hour because I refuse to teach someone who doesn't want to learn, I refuse to waste my time with someone who could care less about what I say and I refuse to sit across from a Slytherin for more then an hour because it makes my skin crawl." I growled.
He looked impressed and shocked all at the same time, "So just listen to what I say and we'll get through this with as little pain as possible." he scoffed, "And if I don't?" he smirked, I glared, "Then fail and have a letter sent home to your father." his smirk dropped.
I let the threat hang in the air for a moment, never breaking eye contact, "Open your books." I finally spoke, quiet and demanding, he glared but slowly opened his books, I looked back down at my books, "I'll give you one thing Carter." he mumbled after a moment, he was flipping through his text book, not meeting my eyes, "Your the most Slytherin like Gryffindor I've ever met." I tried to hide the small smirk on my lips,
"I just don't deal with bull shit."