AN: Hello everyone! Welcome back to the story! I'm pretty happy with myself that this chapter is up so fast. Really wasn't expecting to even start it until next week, but here I am once again and here is the story! :)
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A brightly coloured image flashed past Draco's vision and stood to rest by the spot next to Blaise. Draco looked up. It was Hermione… wearing a grey t-shirt that flashed the words: I'VE LOST MY TEDDY BEAR, WILL YOU SLEEP WITH ME 2NITE?...
At the head of the Slytherin table Pansy exchanged high fives with Aira, Cadria and Chantelle.
Today was definitely a bad day.
Queen Bees and Wannabes
Chapter 6: Tutoring Draco Malfoy
Draco was awake by seven-thirty in the morning. As try as he could, he couldn't get back to sleep. Quickly, he got into the shower and in five minutes was out again. Casting a quick drying spell, Draco put on his school robes and walked out of his room, preparing to go to the Dungeons for a visit.
Walking past the armchair in their common room, Draco was surprised to find the Head Girl slumped in it, curled up in a ball and still wearing that ridiculously suggestive t-shirt. She groaned in her sleep and Draco lightly poked her with one finger. The brunette opened one lazy eye and peered sleepily up at him.
"Good morning." Draco replied cheerfully, wondering why the heck she was asleep out here.
Herm—Granger, he corrected, 'mmmm'-ed and 'ahhh'-ed and rested her head on the arm rest of the chair again.
"You weren't waiting for me out here were you darling?" Draco couldn't resist and added a suggestive wink for good measure.
This got Granger up and alert. Her face turned red as she realised she was still wearing the goddamned shirt. With a chuckle, Draco left the common room with a reminder, "Don't be late for breakfast, otherwise people will really wonder what you've been up to."
One last look back showed Granger rushing madly into her bedroom. Ahhh— Life was good to this point.
Draco said the password ("sceleratus") and briskly strode into the Slytherin common room. The last time he had been here was the night that he had gotten very drunk. He came upon the prefect bedroom and hesitated before knocking. Blaise was known for having girls in his bedroom and on many occasions he had unknowingly walked in whilst Blaise was with not one but two busty brunettes.
"Come in."
Draco was relieved that he wouldn't have his morning spoilt today by busty brunettes and confidently turned the doorknob.
Blaise was knotting his green Slytherin tie when Draco walked into the room.
"You're up early." He noted to the dark haired (and by the look of things, freshly showered) male.
"So are you. I had an early night last night, nothing to keep me up."
Draco looked around the bedroom and was mildly surprised by the lack of female underwear that was usually left behind, forgotten, in his room.
"I haven't seen you with any girls around Blaise, in fact it's been almost a week."
"So?" Blaise shrugged as he pulled on a wool jumper.
"Is that a no-I-haven't-been-fucking-anybody 'so' or a I-have-a-terrible-secret-which-I-don't-want-you-to-know kind of 'so'?" Draco questioned him.
Blaise turned to look at him.
"It's a Draco-stop-hinting-about-my-sexuality-I'm-not-gay-so-butt-out-of-my-business kind of 'so'."
"Oh." Draco wondered what was with him, then couldn't help but question Blaise again.
"You don't have a problem do you…? If you don't have the money for...um… surgery then you can always borrow some from me."
"Draco, my dick is not broken if that's what you are implying." Blaise looked bored and the tiniest bit annoyed at Draco's intense questioning. "Come on, let's go down to breakfast."
The topic was hence dropped and never brought up again.
The two were one of the first people to get down to breakfast. Ever since Draco became Head Boy and thus [mis]used his new position, he hadn't had breakfast in the Hall once. Biting into a delicious cinnamon toast, he wondered whether he would start coming down more often if not just to eat the food. In his mind, he cursed the house elves, believing them to purposely bring him the un-tastiest portions to eat. He was not known to be on very good terms with any house elves.
The girls (and more importantly Granger) were nowhere to be seen and so with a reluctant sigh he left the Great Hall to prepare for his next class.
It was not during the third period of that day that Draco saw Hermio—Granger. She was sitting next to Pansy two rows in front of him. Draco scribbled a note and folded it into a paper plane.
"Locomotor plane" He whispered and watched as the plane came to life in the palm of his hand. In one swift movement he tossed the plane into the air and watched it as it flew towards Granger, controlling its movement with his wand that was hidden underneath his robes. The paper plane hit the back of her head.
"Owww…" Hermione rubbed her head and turned around to see what had hit her. A magic infused paper plane was the answer. She picked it up from where it had fallen on the floor and quickly unfolded it.
Meet me in our common room at 6 tonight? Bring your textbooks.
-DM
Pansy nudged her with her elbow.
"Who's that from?" Hermione didn't want to tell Pansy that it was from Malfoy, and so she lied.
"I think it's from Harry or Ron."
Pansy looked like she believed this and so taking the moment of silence as an opportunity, Hermione quickly shoved the note into her bag. Hermione turned in her chair to find Malfoy and caught his eye. She sent a puzzled look at him, to ask why he wanted to see her. Malfoy mouthed the word: 'Tu-to-ring'. Oh, Hermione thought, should've just told Pansy the truth then. It was a perfectly reasonable thing and Pansy wouldn't have minded anyway, but what's done was done and Hermione didn't give this a further thought. She turned back to do her work as the professor continued to explain and write things on the word.
However, the Queen Bee of Hogwarts was not as clueless as Hermione believed her to be. Pansy Parkinson knew that Hermione was lying when she told her that the note was from Potter and Weasley. They weren't in this class and for a locomotor charm to work, the sender has to have the receiver in their sight. Pansy had a slim notion of who had sent the note to Hermione, and her guess was proved right when she had witnessed the exchange between Hermione and Draco earlier, from the corner of her eye.
It was well past six o'clock and Hermione was pacing around the common room waiting for a certain Head Boy to show up. Make that a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Slytherin-housed Head Boy who also happened to be failing History of Magic.
"Damn that blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Slytherin-housed Head Boy who also happens to be failing History of Magic." Hermione cursed darkly. Instead of being here, who knows, she could have been hanging out with Harry and Ron. She was really rather negligent of them lately and felt quite guilty because of it.
"My eyes are grey-blue, close but not quite Granger. And I'm almost failing History of Magic." It was Malfoy and without her noticing, he had somehow slipped into the common room.
"Where were you?? You've made me wait here for you for forty minutes!!" Hermione was beyond furious now.
"Granger, it's FIVE-forty for merlin's sake! Can you not read the time?" Draco was annoyed that she would be so distrustful of him.
Hermione glanced at the clock and yes—it was 5:40pm just as Malfoy had said. She must have read the time wrong…
"Sorry…" Hermione found it very hard to get the word out of her mouth.
Draco grinned as the brunette apologised. Immediately, he was in a much better mood.
"If you'll wait for me, we still have another 20 minutes. I've just had Quidditch training and I would like a shower." Draco didn't even wait for a response as he made his way to his room, already tearing off the Quidditch robes and shirt.
Hermione averted her eyes and went back to sitting in front of the desk. Tonight seemed like a long night and she had already forgotten about the (traitorous) excitement of tutoring Draco Malfoy earlier.
Malfoy came out of his room all fresh and clean five minutes before the minute hand hit sixty.
"Let's start now."
He accio-ed a chair and sat beside Hermione. She clumsily picked up the heavy book under the scrutinising look of Malfoy.
"Umm… what do you need help with?" She asked Malfoy uncertainly. "The witch trials? The troll rebellion? The mystery of the ancient practises?"
"Everything." Malfoy smirked at her, "Let's go through everything."
Hermione heftily sighed; this was definitely going to be one long and torturous night. Opening the massive volume, she flipped to chapter one.
"We'll start with the witch trials then." Malfoy nodded without replying.
"Long ago, during the 14th century, muggles still knew of the existence of witches and wizards. They believed them to be connected with dark magic and thought us to be servants of the devil."
Malfoy scoffed at this. Hermione ignored him and continued.
"They were afraid of the magic that we possessed and so started the witch hunt. They hunted down witches and threw those they suspected to be magical folk into the river, to test if they were the real thing. Those who sank to the bottom were innocent and those who floated were thought to possess magical powers that helped them stay afloat. The people who floated were then taken to the stake and burnt to their death."
Malfoy interjected, "Muggles sure are stupid. If they survived then they were burnt to death? And the ones who drowned in the river: Sorry you're dead but congratulations, you're not a witch?"
Hermione angrily flipped the page and continued, "So, the ones who were thought to be witches were burnt at the stake. However, the muggles rarely found true witches and almost all who burnt at the stake were innocent. The true magical folk who were sentenced to be burned could cast a Flame Freezing Charm, which caused the flames merely to tickle."
The rest of their lesson proceeded in a similar matter, with Hermione explaining something and Malfoy making a rude remark or snide comment. During her explanation of the ancient practises, Malfoy was not paying her any attention and looked like he was about to drop off at any minute.
"Pay attention and at least look like you're interested." Hermione reprimanded him.
"Sorry but it's just too damn boring… just go on and I promise you that this information is making it into my brain somehow." Malfoy replied, as if that was a suitable excuse.
During the troll rebellion he was getting all the different names of the trolls confused, much to the agitation of Hermione.
"How am I supposed to remember that Grawkne was the leader and Grawlpi the one who did the bashing?!" Malfoy had shouted at her in a frustrated manner.
"NO! You have it all wrong! Grawlpi was the leader and Grawkne was the main troll who lead the attack!" Hermione was equally as loud as he was.
"How can those ugly brutes start a rebellion anyway? Trolls are so dim witted that it's impossible for them even comprehend a language!" Malfoy all but slammed his fist into the table, making it wobble slightly under the force.
"If you'll just let me finish. The rebellion was an instant failure because of what you have so kindly pointed out. It was all over in a matter of days." Hermione said this in a tone that suggested that she thought he was anything but kind.
"Well" said Draco, at a temporary loss for words.
"Well, indeed." Hermione was doing a victory dance in her head at winning the argument.
"Goodnight then." With that, Draco quickly advanced to his room.
Hermione returned to her own room too, smug about winning the first fight. If only there weren't any more, she mused as she closed the door behind her.
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AN: Didn't expect me to post this so quickly? Neither did I. Posting this whilst parents are nagging me for the 30th something time tonight to go to bed. I read the botton bit in an translated version of an interview with Tom Felton today and it made me laugh so much. Full article can be found on mugglenet(dot)com
A lot of people have been telling me that they love the part about Hermione's t-shirt in the last chapter. Must say that the message is (sadly) not thought up by me. You know those msn 'dollie' avatars? Well, in year 6 I was obsessive compulsive about msn and had thousands of those avatars saved. One of them said that on it. Think I'll find it now for you guys, and I'll umm.... link it to here? ...*searches*
Here is my fave bit from the interview;)
It's obvious that he likes to play a villain. "I can act like a real jerk. How can I not enjoy it? It's very fun to scare children. The other day I got interviewed in front of a crowd of 12 year olds and they just stared at me without speaking. When there's kids in the studio they all run and hug Dan, but I don't get any of that".
Being evil has its disadvantages. "I get letters that say 'Stop being evil to Harry or we'll go to Hogwarts and kick your butt. Some fans are so weird. One changed his name legally to Lucius Malfoy and wanted to adopt me".
Anyway, love it? Hate it? Indifference to it? Please leave a reivew! And also, constructive criticism/ideas/feedback and attention given to my polls will be greatly appreciated! Question for this chapter: What are your feelings about the OCs? Thanks~
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