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Ch 7-A Malfoy Filled Week

"Granger! Finally! Getting here took you way to long—classes ended over twenty minutes ago!" Malfoy retorted from his bed as I stumbled into the Hospital Wing, weighed down by the many books in my arms.

Like I expected, helping Malfoy, and tutoring him through all the work he was missing was actually quite awful. You'd think that Madam Pomfrey would have some sort of concussion healing potion that would fix him overnight or something, but apparently that doesn't exist. I suppose I deserved this though. I reckon the 50 house points I lost would have taught me my lesson, but instead of detentions, I had to redeem my outburst through helping Malfoy. Professor, no— Headmaster Mcgonagall was being a right pain in the arse. She told me she had expected better from me, and then continued to take 50 points from Gryffindor, and make me tutor this insufferable git!

"Slughorn let us out late, Malfoy. If you keep whining I'll break your nose a third time." I snapped plopping the work down on his bed. I quickly explained what we had learned in class before leaving. "If you need anything Malfoy, owl me. I'll come as quickly as I can."

I turned sharply on my heal and briskly exited the Hospital Wing, thrilled to get out of his putrid presence. I needed some time with Ginny to help sort through the strange jumble of feelings at the pit of my stomach. I said a quick "gillyweed" to The Fat Lady, then entered through the portrait hole as she swung open, revealing our lovely common room. I stepped into the cozy room decorated red and gold, a fireplace blazing in the corner and scanned the room for Ginny. When I spotted her flaming red hair in the corner, I was disappointed to see her surrounded by a gaggle of younger Gryffindors. I decided to come back for her later, as this confusion was not something I wanted to broadcast. Leaving the common room, I decided to head to the library.

Mrs Pince greeted me with a terse nod, as I walked through the rows of bookshelves towards my usual back table. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a transfiguration essay, as well as a quill and some ink. I had only scratched a few words onto the parchment before my thoughts absentmindedly wandered to another topic. Why had I cared so much about Malfoy's well-being when I punched him? Why was this any different from third year, and the first time I broke his nose? I questioned myself silently. Am I actually that disappointed that I have to tutor him, or is there a part of me that wants to spend time with him? That can't be true. There is no way in Merlin's saggy pants that I would actually want to spend time with that prat… I sided angrily. Then why do you want to go back to the hospital wing so badly? Frustrated by my own thoughts, I tried again to focus on transfiguration. When turning a large animal into an inanimate object you must remember to… Has his hair always caught the light so elegantly? I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through it… BACK TO TRANSFIGURATION! I scolded myself for letting my mind wander, and finished my essay hastily.

Although I finished my transfiguration essay without a problem, I was having quite a bit more trouble focusing on History of Magic homework. In 1673 when the goblins first attempted to attack the Polish wizards… I wonder how Malfoy's doing. What a prat. He is such a prat. I thought to myself. I should probably go check on him. He is he worlds biggest git. A right prat. Maybe he needs help. Im going to check on him. Only because Mcgonagall wants me to help him. Only because of her. I would never want to help him. He is such a prat. Actually the biggest prat I've ever met.

After sufficiently convincing myself I hated Malfoy, and did't care about him, just my reputation with Mcgonagall, I gathered up my books and headed to the hospital wing. When I walked in he was sitting up in his bed, brow furrowed scanning a page in his Transfiguration book confused as the beginnings of his essay lay discarded on the floor. When I describe this scene, I describe everything but his attire, or lack there of. Malfoy's shirt lay bunched on the ground, forcing me to look at his perfectly sculpted abs. Mentally scolding myself, I uncomfortably cleared my throat and dragged my eyes from his abs towards his face.

Very smoothly, I said, "I-I came to check to see if you wanted- no no, if you needed any-I'm sorry, but do you mind? Frankly it is quite distracting so I'm going to ask you to PLEASE put your shirt back on. PLEASE." I coughed uncomfortably and looked down towards my feet.

Laughing, obviously taking pleasure at my discomfort Malfoy smirked, "What, Granger? Am I too much to handle?" Despite his brash remark and to both my relief and dismay, Malfoy leaned over, picked his shirt of the ground, and pulled it over his head, completely covering his beautifully sculpted abs.

I cleared my throat, face burning, "So anyway, I came to see if you needed any help."

Malfoy looked relieved. "Actually, I cant for the life of me figure out what the bloody hell you need to know when transfiguring yourself or a large animal into something else. WHO IN MERLINS SAGGY DRAWERS CARES?" He spat.

Sighing, I puled a chair up to the edge of his bed. I pulled out my essay for reference, then jumped into a lengthy explanation. By the end of my speech, Malfoy was nodding and beginning to write the remainder of his essay. While he continued writing, I pulled my History of Magic work from my bag and once more tried to focus on it. Although my gaze kept drifting off my paper and up to him, I managed to complete a decent portion of it, at least enough to satisfy me, by the time Malfoy finished his essay.

For the four days this routine continued. Everyday after classes, I would come by to drop off his work, then head to the library to continue mine. After about forty minutes, when I could no longer keep my mind off of Malfoy, I would pack up my things and head to the hospital wing. There, Malfoy and I would do our homework and I would help him through his. Even at times, he would work through a problem with me, helping me. Even though I still hated him, we developed this kind of grudging agreement. I would help him, and he wouldn't bother me. It was fair, and I didn't mind it.

As the week passed, I found that helping Malfoy was actually helping me too! On my transfiguration essay, I received an Exceeds Expectations, and my History of Magic got me an Outstanding. Malfoy wasn't doing to badly either, on both his essays he received an Exceeds Expectations. Even though I was spending less time with m friends, I was soaring through my classes, and dare I say it, Malfoy was barely a prat.

Still, I missed Ginny and really needed some girl time with her and Luna. Lucky for me though, this weekend is a Hogsmead visit and I can get all the quality girl time I need. Also lucky for me, I only needed to tutor Malfoy for one week, so now I'm finished! Whoop whoop! Freedom is mine! Needless to say however, I didn't exactly hate my Malfoy filled week.