A.N. ACK! I'm truly sorry! I have a lot going on and my muse has yet to show up. I won't neglect you guys EVER again!
Disclaimer: HP…..It's not mine.
Learned
Draco pounded the desk in frustration as I continued in the attempt at teaching him. "Why do all these muggles fight so much. Is it that important to always be right?"
"This coming from the boy that always fights because he thinks he's right?" I replied haughtily, smirking at my own comeback. That shut him up, I thought to myself, taking in his features as he continued to read. I was addicted, like any of his fan-girls. I was just good at hiding it.
"Hermione," He looked up from the book, sighing in defeat. "I think I should call it a night, I have a huge quiz tomorrow and I'm exhausted. Can we pick back up tomorrow?" He asked gathering his things.
"Tomorrow, in a week, I don't care. You are paying me after all." I laughed, mentally cursing myself for allowing my guard to slip.
"Ok," He nodded, "Oh and Hermione," He addressed me, stopping me in my tracks.
"Yes," I gulped, anticipating his next words.
"Thank you." He gave me one of his smiles, a sincere one, as I sighed in relief.
"You're welcome, I'll see you tomorrow."
That night I could think of nothing but Draco. His smile, eyes, face, hair, everything, I was hooked. I shook my head at myself, willing my body to ignore the attraction. I didn't WANT to like him. I didn't want to talk to him, we were from different worlds. None of the pleading in the world helped though, because maybe I'm not stronger. But I can still be smarter.
The next day I had to deal with Ron and Harry's little fight. It was high-time I put an end to their childish behavior. I pulled my best 'You two are best friends so act like it' speech and smiled as they shared a bro-hug and made-up. The rest of the day was a blur, as had all the days since I had begun tutoring Draco. However, as soon as dinner was finished I was alive. I hurried to meet in the darkest corner of the library, where no-one else ever seemed to be. He sat there at our table, awaiting my arrival as patiently as ever. I sat down and began the lesson, asking him about what the teacher had been talking about through-out the day. Since we had begun this tutoring deal, he had learned to pay more attention in class. He had since realized I preferred detail, and lots of it.
As We finished up, I skipped over to the muggle books sections, where all the good one's were and dragged him over. "Consider this," I began, talking in that way that made me seem snobby and entitled. "A part of our Muggle studies lesson. Even Muggles can be creative and shall prove this," I said, my fingers skimming the spines of each book searching for the right one. "By having you read this. However, I must warn you, there aren't any pictures."
"I don't need pictures, Granger." He rolled his eyes, "I have a very good imagination."
"And here I stood, thinking were passed all this last-name nonsense." I replied, standing up straighter and staring him in the eyes.
He stepped closer and closer to me until I was backed against the shelf and our bodies were pressed together. I couldn't help but note that his lips were just inches from mine. I breathed heavily as he took a strand of my hair, smelling it presumably noting its scent (strawberry). He grabbed his things and walked away to check out the book, yelling out that we'd pick this up again tomorrow morning at four thirty.
I was royally screwed.
