Here it is as promised! :P It's a bit shorter, but I'll try to keep 'em longer! :)
Chapter Two-Choice Words With Montague
Inside the library, Colin scanned the rows of polished oak tables and bookshelves for his tutor. Padding towards the back, he looked to his right. Graham was lounging in the chair with his robe off.
Locking onyx orbs with sky blue, he smirked. "You're on time, good for you. Now sit down."
Colin obeyed, taking a seat on Montague's right.
"Where are you having difficulty?"
"Well..." Colin opened his book and explained his trouble.
"Seriously? it's not that difficult. A first year could do this."
"Tell that to my grades. I keep doing what it says and I still can't figure it out."
"Show me how you interpret the runes."
"...Now?"
"No, on Christmas. Of course, now!"
"Sheez...fine." Colin huffed before demonstrating how he solves the runes. "...That's the translation I get and it doesn't seal like it supposed to."
Graham chuckled.
"Would you mind telling me what's so funny?"
"Are you telling me you don't see it?"
"If I did see what the problem was, I wouldn't be here right now." Colin snapped, irritably.
"Someone's testy tonight...missing out on a good shag?"
The blonde narrowed his eyes. "I don't think that's any of your business, Montague. Can we please continue?"
"Sure. The reason why your runes aren't working is because you fail to draw them in their correct directions. When it comes to these particular defensive runes, you've drawn them from the northern point when they should've been drawn up from the south. The northern direction only works for offensive."
"Fuck, why didn't I see that?"
"It's basic runes. You couldn't have forgotten so soon."
"Well, not everyone has a great memory like you."
"I occasionally refresh my memory, I don't rely on a week of perusal per chapter and wait until the remaining months to review unlike most of you Gryffindors."
Colin frowned "I'm not 'most Gryffindors'. That's pretty shitty of you to lump all of us into one category. You don't see me calling Slytherins a bunch of mangy, blood-thirsty Death Eaters, do you?"
Graham rose his large, dark eyebrows in amusement. "Mrrowww...kitty's got claws, doesn't he?"
"Why are you such a dick?"
"Why are you so sensitive?"
Colin slammed his Ancient Runes textbook shut. "I don't have to take this bullshit."
"Heh...fine. But when you fail, don't come whining to Harry or anyone else."
Colin stalled, clenching his jaw.
'He's the best chance I have at passing Ancient Runes. Percy said he wasn't that terrible. Why do I find that so hard to believe? Percy's never steered me wrong before, and I don't give up easily...so...I guess I could go back. Once I make better scores, I won't have to see Montague anymore. I can bear with his smart-arsery until then.. Colin returned to his seat.
"Long time no see. Now before you attempt to storm away again, let's continue...shall we?"
About an hour, maybe two hours later, their session ended for the evening. "We'll meet here three times a week, same time. I'll let you know if there's a change of venue. I'll bid you farewell for the evening."
"See ya."
Graham waved offhandedly as he slithered out of the library.
'Jesus, what an arsehole.'
Colin went down to the Great Hall for dinner. He took a seat at his usual spot on the bench, finding Harry's vacant.
"Hermione, where's Harry?"
"I'm not sure. I thought I saw him earlier near the courtyard."
"I'm here! Sorry I'm late, my walk lasted longer than I thought." He kissed Colin in greeting. "How was tutoring with Montague?"
"Ugh, terrible. I can see why he doesn't have too many to tutor...the bloke's a complete arse. I dunno how anyone can stand him."
"Well, babe, he's one of those Slytherins...they're all the same."
"If you say so. You uh...still up for tonight?"
"You know it."
"Oh Harry, yes! Mmmm..." Colin moaned, kissing Harry hungrily as he wildly rode him, gripping tightly onto his broad shoulders.
Harry growled "Almost there!" before biting Colin roughly on his shoulder, thrusting upwards three times, finishing inside the blonde. Colin came a moment later and collapsed onto Harry's chest.
"You never cease to amaze me, Harry."
"Neither do you, you're fucking great."
Settling next to Harry, Colin wrapped his arm around him, nuzzling into his neck. "M' so glad it's just you and me right now. I missed being alone with you."
"So have I, Colin...so have I. Goodnight."
"Night.."
Slytherin dungeons, seventh-year boys' dorm...
Graham got out of his relaxing bath and dressed himself for bed. Pulling down the duvet, the snake rummaged his way around, getting comfortable.
"You're always the first to turn in.."
"Yes, Flint and you've just noticed this?"
"I'm gonna ignore that 'cause I'm in a good mood. Anyway, how was the first night tutoring Creevey?"
"It was like any other, except he didn't leave when we had a few words. Well, he almost left but came back once I said not to run crying to Harry if he failed."
"Scare tactic, excellent. And you both had words?"
"It always does the trick. Yes, both of us. Creevey's got a little spice to him."
"How so?"
"When I commented along the lines of Gryffindors being lazy and always procrastinating, he 'corrected' me by saying he 'wasn't most Gryffindors', that 'it's pretty shitty of me to lump all of them into one category.' Creevey then proceeded to say I don't see him 'calling Slytherins a bunch of mangy, blood-thirsty Death Eaters'."
Flint laughed. " 'Mangy, blood-thirsty Death Eaters'...that's cute. You're right, he does have bite to him."
"The only one who ever snapped at me in return instead of bursting into tears and running off."
"Never know, he might eventually tolerate you."
"Maybe. We'll see...the week's not over yet."
The next day, Colin held Harry's arm as they sat down to lunch, discussing his ideas for their next trip to Hogsmeade.
"I was thinking we could start off with a trip to Honeydukes, they have these new bottles with melted chocolate inside them and it stays warm. You can use it for fudge, ice cream...or..." he gave Harry a cheeky grin as he provided him the mental image.
"Oh, really? That sounds like a perfect idea." 'Perfect indeed...' Harry thought as he gazed at Ginny out of the corner of his eye. She was currently nibbling on fresh ripe strawberries, shooting him subtle glances underneath her eyelashes.
"And after that we could finish it with a couple Butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks. Sound like a splendid idea?"
"It does. I've missed the good fizz of a Butterbeer."
"Me too." 'I love how you and I have so much in common. We're made for each other.'
Several hours later, Colin traipsed along to the library for a second session with Graham. The Slytherin was absentmindedly twirling his quill as Colin took his seat.
"Heh. Thought you would've chosen to break off our tutoring."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Depends.."
"Well, I'm not settling for a 'troll' or 'poor'."
"I figured I might as well stay and get the help I need. You're a right bastard but a right bastard that knows what he's talking about."
"I'll take that as a compliment, not that I need it from you."
"Why are we talking? Let's pick up where we left off."
Graham snorted as Colin opened his textbook.
"...So, if you use color-coded charts, it'll be easier for you to review your runes and terminology before a test. Choose whatever colors you want, just make sure you can fucking read it."
"I'm not five, I'm capable of accomplishing a simple task such as that."
"Then I'll assume you'll be prepared if I decide to quiz you?"
"When?"
"Whenever I feel like it."
"Could we at least get a few days in before you decide to torture me?"
"Trust me, if I was torturing you...you'd know it. I'll wait a little while if that'll make you happy."
"Thank you, now if you'll excuse me...I have other homework to attend to."
"Tell Potter I said hello."
Colin scowled at the insinuation...not that it was entirely wrong. "Yeah..whatever."
He opened the door and stepped out, heading towards the Great Hall.
Graham caught it as it started to close in on him. 'Snippy, snippy little lion, isn't he? At least he has balls. Hm?'
Montague peered down the end of the opposite hall, he saw Potter meandering about with a stupid grin on his face. 'Ok, Colin is up there and there's nothing of particular interest down that hall...what the hell was Potter doing down there anyway? Wait, why do I even care? Dinner's calling my name.'
Sheez...Montague's a real peach, isn't he? XD And a certain someone in here is a trifling bastard, huh? Stay tuned for chapter three! :)