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"I'm so fucking bored." She wiggled in her seat in a vain attempt to relieve the painful tingling in her rear. She kept mumbling things of the same sort under her breath, praying for the minutes to go by faster. She'd thought taking advanced classes meant more of a challenge. Apparently, it did not.
"Good God, Weasel, we get it, this class is boring you to tears, but shut the fuck up." Warm breath hit the back of her neck as the loathsome creature behind her hissed the words.
"Mind your own business, Ferret." She hissed back, her fists clenching at the sound of his voice.
"I would if I could concentrate on something for more than five seconds without your constant interrupting!" He was getting angry, and she knew it. While this subject was incredibly easy for her, it was difficult for him. She didn't care much, just enough to actually be quiet for the rest of the period.
As the students ambled out of the Charms classroom, Professor Flitwick called out to her, asking if she would mind staying back for just a moment. Sighing, she placed her bag on the desk closest to the front and waited for the rest of the class to leave.
"Miss Weasley, you are an exceptional student. Your understanding of the subject amazes me, as well as many of the other teachers." She zoned out, embarrassed and slightly bored with his incessant compliments. However, she was quickly drawn back into the conversation by these seven words: "I would like you to tutor Draco Malfoy."
She spluttered in indignation, about to profusely refuse. She absolutely could not tutor that pompous, egocentric, sadistic son-of-a-
"The Malfoys are willing to pay you fifteen galleons an hour for your services."
Rich-mother-fucker.
"Of course I'll tutor Mal-Draco, sir. I'll having him passing with flying colors in no time."
"That's what I like to hear, Miss Weasley! Now, off you go. Don't want to miss lunch!"
She groaned inwardly. Ron was going to kill her.
Ginny watched as an extraordinarily beautiful owl swooped into the Great Hall. Draco Malfoy's owl. She had no doubt that he was about to learn of his new tutor.
Her assumption was proven to be correct as a horrified, and very undignified, yell was heard throughout the Hall.
"WHAT?"
"God, shut up, Malfoy!" Ron groaned as he piled a fourth serving onto his plate.
"I wonder what his knickers are all bunched up about." Harry stated, piling almost as much food onto his plate as Ron.
"Well, I have a feeling you're about to find out." Hermione said as she peered over her book. "He's coming over. Stomping over, really."
"Weasel! Weasel, what the fuck?" Draco was seething as he slammed his fist down next to Ginny, the note crumpled in his fist.
"Leave her alone, Ferret!" Ron yelled, his brotherly instinct to protect kicking in. Ginny just glared at Ronald to silence him before turning it to Malfoy.
"I'm simply doing as I was asked, Ferret. It's not my fault you're awful at Charms. Your parents requested the best, which I am. So either quickly grasp the concepts or spend ten hours a week with me, per your parents request. In other words, my dear, suck it up."
His mouth began to twist in disgust and anger, hatred seemed to drip from every pore. He opened his mouth, no doubt to put forth a scathing retort meant to cut to the core. However, before he could do anything, a biscuit was shoved into his mouth and a sheet of red hair swung to and fro as Ginny flounced through the massive doors.
A/N: I'm sorry my chapters are so short. I'm trying to get the hang of it all. I also would appreciate some reviews before I continued. I'm not greedy, even one would suffice. I just want to know what you like/don't like. Anything really.
