A/N: So that's that. Hermione is now a tutor and Draco is pissed. Little do they know the urges they both have will soon come forward. ;)
Hermione's POV.
I paced back and forth in front of the fire. Nothing would process correctly in my brain. Draco and I, alone, in a room, me teaching him how to make a damn love potion; the thought of it made me shiver. I was drawn between feeling utterly outraged and almost, excited.
No, it can't be excitement. Still, I can't seem to shake that little tingling at the bottom of my stomach, threatening to explode. What am I even thinking? He hates me, I disgust him. Nothing in a million years would happen… Still it doesn't hurt thinking what could happen…
My mind swum with thoughts, Draco leaning over his cauldron and planting little kisses down my neck, or Draco hitting me over the head with the cauldron. The second scenario seemed more plausible.
My thoughts were interrupted by Ron's clumsy hands fumbling around my waist. I was in no mood. "Get off me Ronald." I said, pushing him back and slipping into a chair. He looked confused and his ears went as red as his hair. "What's the matter with you?" He asked slumping on the side of my chair.
I sighed and looked forward, mouth clamped shut. Oh, I don't know Ronald, maybe the fact I have to tutor a bastard and all your trying to do is drop hints. "She's pissed because she has to teach the ferret how to brew a potion." Harry sniggered from over his book.
I threw him a 'don't annoy me or I'll make your school years hell' glare and he shut up, smirking. Ron patted me pathetically. "Don't worry babe." He smiled. That does it.
"Don't call me babe! I'm not your fucking babe!" I pushed his hand away and stormed from the room. Could Ron not see how upset I was by this? Does he really not pay me any attention? Evidently not.
The further I got from the common room the more tears began to cloud my vision. What was going on inside my head? Half of me wanted to kill Draco and half of me wanted to kiss him! I didn't realise I'd banged into someone until I was on the floor, hands sprawled out to brake my fall.
"Ah, Hermione." It was Blaise, one of Draco's nicer friends. He extended a hand and hauled me up, smiling. "You okay?" He said, looking oddly concerned. I nodded and wiped my eyes with the back of my robe. "Boy trouble?" Blaise raised his eyebrows. I laughed and nodded again. "I hope they work out." He smiled, and moved past me.
"Good luck with the tutoring, I know Draco can act like a prat, but if you look past the prat, he's a good guy." Blaise had a charming smile… No one all the girls wanted him.
"I'll keep it in mind." I giggled.
"Oh, by the way, say hey to your friend Ginny for me…" He smiled sheepishly. I narrowed my eyes. "Sure, but next time you see her, talk to her, past the fierce lion attitude is, well, is Ginny." I laughed again and he smiled, lifting his arm to wave goodbye and sauntering back down the corridor.
Whoa, Blaise was a very nice guy. I sighed as the thoughts of tutoring Draco tomorrow seeped back into my brain. I groaned and turned in the direction of the library.
Maybe a few books would help distract me long enough in the session to not notice Draco's attitude.
A/N: Ah, nothing like a confused and hormonal Hermione, right? Tutoring will be next chapter.
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