Tutor Me And Love Me
Summary: Ginny's been getting bad grades these past few weeks, so Dumbledore suggests a tutor. Who, of all people, will he choose?
"Miss Weasley, your test; I wish to have a word with you after class." McGonagall gave her a half-sad, half-stern look as she laid Ginny's paper on her desk, a "P" scribbled on it. Her friend Lyra looked at her with slight pity.
Ginny sighed. Her points had been dropping horribly these past few weeks. She really had no idea why. Maybe she had a lot of things on her mind. All she could do was hope that McGonagall wouldn't take her off the Quidditch team as a consequence.
The bell rang, and everyone quickly gathered their things and cleared the classroom. Ginny lazily packed in her stuff and waited for her Professor.
"Miss Weasley," McGonagall called her forward. Ginny hesitantly walked towards her.
"Miss Weasley, I'm sorry to have to inform you that your grades have been suffering these past weeks. I'll have to discuss what to do with the Headmaster. You can come by his office at 9 pm."
Ginny sighed deeply and nodded.
"Do you have any idea what's been causing your low marks?" McGonagall inquired slowly.
Ginny stared at her feet and shook her head. She wasn't about to pour her heart out to Minerva McGonagall.
"Very well then; you may go, Miss Weasley. You are dismissed." McGonagall studied Ginny while she walked out the door and sighed, shaking her head.
"So now I probably have to quit the Quidditch team, or get myself a damn tutor!" Ginny had told Lyra and Oricarn the whole story.
The two girls looked at Ginny with sympathy. "Oh, Ginny, I'm so sorry; but-"
"I know, I know. Just don't tell me 'I told you so,' ok?"
Ginny groaned and buried her head under her pillow. They were in their dorm in Gryffindor Tower.
"Can't you guys volunteer to tutor me? Please?" Ginny gave the girls her puppy dog eyes and pushed out her bottom lip.
Lyra laughed at her. "That's if you need one, ok? Besides, we would be gossiping down all of Hogwarts instead of studying…"
Ginny nodded. "Hey, what time is it?"
"It's 9 pm."
Ginny gasped and jumped out of her bed. "Damn! I'm late! I was supposed to be in Dumbledore's Office at nine! Damn it! I'll see you guys later!"
She ran out the door and practically missed all the stairs on the staircase when she jumped down. She was out of the Gryffindor common room within seconds.
She sprinted down the stairs but she didn't see the person who was coming around the corner.
"Oomph!" Ginny and the person landed on the floor with a loud thud.
"For Merlin's sake, watch where you're going!" the familiar voice of Draco Malfoy sneered at her.
Real smooth; bumping into Malfoy was just what I needed.
"Thanks a lot, Weasley. Thanks to you I've got crease marks on my clothes. I won't bother sending the bill; that'd deplete all your savings anyway." Malfoy sneered as he recognized her.
"Shut up, Malfoy." Ginny quickly composed herself and ran past Malfoy to Dumbledore's office.
She quickly whispered the password and the statue jumped aside. She waited with baited breath as the stairs moved up to his office, and lifted her hand to knock; the door clicked open as she did, and Ginny popped her head through the opening to see if anyone was there.
"Miss Weasley, I was expecting you."
Ginny entered the room. Her face was still slightly flushed from running. Dumbledore offered her a seat, and she took it.
"I presume you have an idea as to why you are here?" he started.
Ginny nodded and bowed her head guiltily.
"Sir? If I may," Ginny questioned and Dumbledore nodded, "Please don't take me off the Quidditch team! I'll do anything; I'll even-"
"Miss Weasley, you have nothing to worry about," Dumbledore gave her a warm smile. "You're getting extra lesson with a tutor."
Ginny almost cheered out loud, but bit her lip to control herself.
"The tutor lesson will start immediately, and they will take place 4 times a week, on Monday's, Wednesday's, Friday's and Sunday's. In consequence, these classes will start tomorrow. There will be more lessons applied if there is an exam approaching. All lessons start at 9pm sharp, and it will be up to the tutor when the time has ended. It will be up to you to inform him what you should be studying, and where you need extra help."
"Him? It's a he? Who's my tutor?" Ginny asked fretfully.
"Your tutor is Mr. Potter."
The Next Day:
Ginny had been grouchy ever since the crack of dawn. The only thing that was going through her mind was, Harry Potter is my tutor. Harry Potter is my tutor.
"GINNY!" someone screamed into her ear.
Ginny startled and looked around confused. "God…Lyra! What is it?"
"We've been asking you about the meeting with Dumbledore for the past hour or so," Lyra exclaimed.
Ginny groaned. She really didn't feel like telling Lyra and Oricarn who her tutor was. She was far to embarrassed.
Ginny let out a childish puff.
"Oh! Come on Ginny! Tell me! Who's your tutor? Is he nice? Oh-oh my Gods don't tell me it's Weatherbee! Oh! What if you-"
"Oricarn calm down. It's no that fun. Trust me…" she sighed.
"Come on, he can't be that bad."
"Is Harry Potter a good thing, then?"
Lyra and Oricarn's squeals of excitement were loud enough to resonate throughout Hogwarts' halls. Ginny rolled her eyes at the pair.
"Yeah, Dumbledore assigned me to Harry. The lessons start today."
Lyra and Oricarn got that 'I'm so sorry, but it's so funny' look in their eyes.
Ginny rolled her eyes at that. "Let's just go to dinner, ok? Then I can share my last honor with Hermione before I die."
"Why would you die, Ginny?"
"Ooh! Maybe she's falling on Potter!" Lyra winked at her whilst Oricarn burst into giggles.
"You two are not being very supportive!" Ginny glared at them.
"Love, if Harry freaking Potter was my tutor, only the Gods above know what I would do to him. Have you seen that arse?!" Oricarn exclaimed.
"Oricarn!" Ginny admonished. "Well, not everyone wants to grope poor Harry!"
"Poor Harry? That's pure lust and mystery mingling deep inside, waiting to burst free." Oricarn giggled at her.
"Sure, Ori, and you'll be the one to free that vicious animal that's bubbling up in him?" Lyra chortled at her.
"If it's the last thing I do then, Merlin is my witness; hell Yes!"
Ginny rolled her eyes at her friends as they walked to the Great Hall.
Dinner passed by too quickly for Ginny, and 9 o'clock was coming way too close for her part. It was now 8:30; Ginny decided to walk to the Room of Requirement and wait for her tutor. She wanted to at least be early.
She took a seat on the bench and rested her bag of books next to her. She sighed deeply as she awaited Harry's approach. She solemnly hoped that he would fall down the stairs and break his legs.
Ginny tapped her legs up and down impatiently waiting for him. She looked at her watch. It was ten past the hour.
Harry must've chickened out! Yay! She thought. Happily, Ginny got up, but soon heard footsteps coming towards her.
She saw Harry walking towards her with his hands buried into his pockets. His emerald green eyes were a little twinkly. He still had his Hogwarts clothing on, but his sleeves were rolled up casually. Ginny could see his muscles pushing through the fabric of his shirt. Ginny felt her mouth water at the sight of his figure.
"Sorry I'm late, Gin; detention ran late." He gave her an apologetic look.
She smiled back. "It's ok; I was actually hoping you didn't show up." She laughed softly and followed Harry into the Room of Requirement.
He laughed at her comment.
Ginny dropped her bags on a chair and turned to look at him. "Now, hurry up and teach me something so I can get out of here!"
"Well, I could teach you a lot of things." He grinned.
"Harry!" Ginny placed her hands on her hips and gave him a look that would make Molly Weasley proud.
"I'm just kidding Ginny; now, what do you want to learn first?" He leaned over the table and stared at her bag.
"I suggest we start with History of Magic." She pulled out her thick book and dropped it on the table.
Harry groaned as he saw the book. "You couldn't start with any other boring topic could you?"
"Well this is my worst subject, so, yeah. And whether you like it or not, Potter, you have to do whatever. I. Say." She smirked at him.
"I'll do my best, Weasley. Let's just get started with History of Magic," he opened the book while Ginny took her seat.
"Okay, explain to me what exactly you don't understand."
Ginny turned the book and directed Harry to her difficulties.
"Okay, so the reason Orison killed Thereof was of the betrayal of his loved ones during the war and Luma managed to conceive an heir but not of his own blood? That doesn't make sense."
Harry rolled his eyes at her. "It's not about making sense, it's about the facts. Facts never have to make sense. So just do us both a favor and stop speculating if it makes sense or not and just leave it and learn it as it is."
Ginny sighed. "Fine, but that's cruel to kill your own wife and brother. Must be cold blooded at heart." She mumbled that last bit.
"Let's just drop the subject and go to another subject. What else did you bring with you?" Harry asked, nodding at her bag.
Ginny searched into her bag, "Erm... I've got Potions and Transfigurations. How about we start with Potions?" she offered. Harry nodded.
"I thought you sucked at Potions?" she asked curiously.
"Well… no, I don't. Snape just doesn't like me."
He changed the subject, "What Potion are you suppose to make?"
"Draught of Peace."
Harry looked at her. "That's supposed to be easy."
"I know. I just don't know what the hell I'm doing wrong." She sighed.
"Tell me the ingredients, the effects, tell me how to make it and then show me how you make it," Harry inquired.
"Well, the ingredients include powered moonstone and syrup of hellebore; the effects are to calm anxiety and soothe agitation," she looked at Harry while he nodded that she answered correctly.
"Well first you have set up a cauldron with water to boil. Cut some carrots fine and add a piece of moonstone and turn counter clockwise 7 and a half times and then wait exactly 6 minutes before stirring it clockwise 4 times. Then I think you've got to slowly pour the syrup into the cauldron and stir 10 times clockwise and 1 time counters."
"Bravo. Now make me the potion." He commanded.
"Hey! Watch how you talk to me or I'll have to Bat Bogey Hex your pretty face." She warned while he made a face at her.
She then conjured a cauldron and proceeded to make the Potion. The Room of Requirement gave her access to the moonstone and the syrup. She was now cutting the carrots when she heard a cough.
"What?" she looked at Harry confused.
"You're cutting the carrots wrong. They're supposed to be fine not chunks. Here let me show you." Harry stood up and walked behind Ginny. His arms stretched out in front of each of her side, she could feel his breath tickling her neck. She swallowed hard and listened to what Harry started to tell her. Well, she was trying.
"Watch closely," You're the one to close. But hey who's complaining? Ginny nodded under his head. "You have to cut them…in…thin small…slices." Harry cut the chunks of carrots into slim tiny bits.
"Give me your hands," she compiled while Harry gave her the knife and held her hands. "You see and feel the way I'm cutting them? That's how you've got to do it." Harry held her hands while they cut the carrots fine. She couldn't help but admire how soft and warm his hands were.
"Now cut the onions for me." He released her hands but remained behind her.
Ginny grabbed the onions and began to cute them fine. She gave a few sniffs and wiped away some tears. Harry sniffled at that. "Oh shut up, it's not that fun. My eyes are burning like hell!" she exclaimed.
"Done!"
Harry looked at the onions and grabbed a handful to get a closer look. Ginny had the ache to push his hands into his face and smirked at the thought.
"You're making progress, I see." Ginny rolled her eyes at his observation. "At least you're learning, now finish the potion." He told her and moved back to the seat behind her.
Ginny felt the chills cover her back when Harry left from behind her and continued to finish her potion. She found it quiet annoying that he took a seat behind her. Only Merlin knew what all he was thinking!
Harry watched Ginny stir the cauldron 10 times clockwise.
He slightly cocked his head to watch the curve of her skirt. He couldn't help it!
Mate, don't stare too hard. That's Ron's little sister!
It's not a crime to look you know, besides is Ron here? I thought so…
It's wrong Harry!
You can't deny it that she looks nice…
Well fine she does, but stop watching her you perv! I don't even know why you signed yourself up to be her tutor anyway when Dumbledore asked you!
Oh come on! Besides, better Ginny than Lavender! It's not like I haven't noticed Ginny all these years. Ah! She's finished…
Ginny poured the potion into a vial and handed it to Harry. "Finished!" she exclaimed happily. He took the potion and smelled it.
"Do you also know the effects of it if it's made wrong?" he questioned.
"Erm…no what is it?"
"Well for starters, the person who drinks it will not be calmed or any sense, but for some reason, you get a serious outbreak of boils on your skin." Ginny grinned at that "And that question will somewhat be in the exam," he informed her.
Ginny nodded and she quickly wrote that down on a parchment.
"Scourgify" Harry cleaned up Ginny's cauldron. "You want the potion or throw it away?" Harry asked her.
She waved it off and Harry vanished the bottles of potions.
"Well it's getting late, so I suggest you return to your dorm for your beauty sleep." Harry smirked.
She rolled her eyes at him. "You have to give me a pass, or else I'll get detention."
"What will I get in return if I give it to you?" Harry moved closer to her, smirking.
Well I'll be damned. Is Harry Potter flirting with me?
"I'm sorry if I don't fall for your charm, Harry. Now, give me the pass." She held her hand out while Harry reached into his pocket and gave it to her.
"See you on Friday, Harry." She flipped her hair in his face and walked out the Room of Requirement. Once she was round the corner she made a sprint towards the Gryffindor common room to tell her friends how it had gone.
"This is going to be interesting…" Harry murmured to himself.
Ginny softly closed the door behind her and tip-toed her way to the bed. She looked at Lyra and Oricarn's beds. They were empty.
"Lyra!" she whispered fiercely and scanned the room for her friends.
Before she knew it Ginny was being held down on her bed by two giggly girls. "What the– Oricarn, get your heavy self off of me!" Ginny squirmed under Oricarn.
"Did you kiss him?"
"Did he kiss you?"
"What happened?"
"Did you catch a glimpse of his bum?"
"Oricarn!"
"What? It was just a question!"
"If you two would release me, then I will be glad to tell you the whole story! But I find that impossible since one girl has my hand held down and another is sitting on my back, which I would like to have for another 50 years!" Ginny interrupted them.
Oricarn jumped off of poor Ginny's back and Lyra let her hands go. Both of them were curiously waiting for the new gossip news.
Ginny straightened her skirt and sat on her bed, Lyra and Oricarn following. "Well?"
"Well what? We simply studied..." Ginny shrugged.
"What kind of studying?" Oricarn urged, Lyra giggled.
"Not everyone has a sexual corrupted mind like your Ori…studying as in studying with books. And no he didn't kiss me or anything but…I did see his bum!"
The girls squealed with delight. Oricarn gave a deep rawr at Ginny who laughed.
"Well...was it…you know... any good? The sight... I mean..." Lyra asked carefully.
Oricarn giggled at that, which made Lyra turn a shade of red.
Ginny smirked and Oricarn gasped and waved her hands excitedly and squealed. "Ooh! Let me see if I can describe it; round, tight, has a good grip-"
"Oricarn! Don't tell me you've tried to grope Harry! Ginny admonished.
"Ginny!" Oricarn said half pleadingly "I can't help it that I have a butt-fetish!"
They all laughed at that. "Oh! And he has warm hands. He helped me chop up some carrots." she winked at Oricarn.
"Well, a man who can cook, has a nice bum, is in good physical shape…sigh…"Oricarn went of into Harry Potter wonderland while Ginny snorted at her.
"So when are you meeting up with him again?" Lyra questioned. Lyra was, thank Gods, the calm, shy, mysterious, sometimes even mischievous one. Oricarn was more wild and bold and outgoing.
"Erm…Friday. Maybe this tutoring thing won't be so bad after all." Ginny looked at Lyra, who nodded.
"Hey, let's get Oricarn out of I-Love-Harry Potter-world and go to bed, hmm?"
"With pleasure." Ginny gave Oricarn a slap on the cheek, who gasped and glared at Ginny.
"Go sleep in your own bed and dream about Harry! Night Lyra and Ori!" Ginny quickly changed into her pajama dress and buried herself into her warm sheets. It was the beginning of November and there was already a two-inch layer of snow outside.
Ginny heard her friends bid her goodnight and sighed. Harry Potter is my tutor. A small smile formed on her lips, and Ginny turned around for a good, warm sleep.