(Dramione one-shot. Possible multi-chapter.)
God I hate Snape. It was because of him that I am failing potions and now I have to have a tutor. But no, it couldn't be any good student; it had to be Draco Malfoy. He told me to meet him in the 4th potions classroom at 8:30 and now its 9:00 and he still isn't here. Just as I am about to leave I see him heading towards me with a stupid smirk on his face.
"Wow Granger, you actually showed up. Father was right; mudbloods always listen to their superiors." He drawled.
Fighting the urge to punch him, I growled "Let's get this over with Malfoy. Honestly, I would rather be doing this with the giant squid."
"God Granger, control your temper. As I remember, you needed a tutor and I am doing this in my own time." he stalked off towards the nearest cauldron and started a fire underneath it. I followed him, muttering curses under my breath. As soon as the water had heated up, he turned to me and said.
"Well, come on, start chopping the Gurdy Roots!" I started chopping them roughly, putting all my anger into the knife slices.
"Great, now you've ruined them." He grumbled and stalked towards me. "You do it like this," he went behind me and guided my hands in the right chopping movement. Everything was so wrong. He was being so gentle and so careful. Worst of all, I was enjoying it.
"I think I got it now." I mumbled, unsure of what to say.
"Alright then, let me see." He stepped back and with a jolt, I realized that I actually missed the feeling of his body against mine. I cleared my head and carried on chopping.
"Hmm, it's alright. Work on you wrist movement." Why was he being so nice? This is Draco Malfoy! He's evil, heartless, cold and a brat. I turned around, just about to say where he could put his wrist when he leaned in and kissed me. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. I stepped back and almost fell over.
"Oh come on Granger, it wasn't that bad." He teased. My mind was whirling. He actually kissed me! "Well," he continued, "That should be enough Gurdy Roots for now." We continued as if nothing had happened until the lesson was over. Be fore he could say 'I am a idiot' I was out of there and running toward the common room. Without a word to either Harry or Ron, I sprinted upstairs and collapsed onto my bed. So many thoughts were going through my head. 'Why had he kissed me?' 'Was it fake?' Why is he doing this to me?' The thoughts tumbled through my head as I slowly fell asleep.