Rayne Says: HELLZ YAH! UPDATE! Gosh, I thought I wasn't ever going to work on this story. Ever! I've been real lazy all this summer and now school has started, but I randomly read all your reviews and it made me feel warm and fuzzy. Also, I figure I'm probably one of the few people who has written a Sakura X-Over Oneshot Series. Crazy, huh? Thanks to my reviewers who remain faithful (despite the fact I'm not faithful with my updates). I love you guys so much! This chappie is dedicated to you all! This is the promised Harry Potter chapter.


The Tutor

DracoXSakura

.:Sakura's P.O.V:.

Helping myself to some pumpkin juice, I couldn't help but sigh. When had living at Hogwarts gotten to be so tedious and boring? I missed the days when every day seemed like a new adventure—and I'm only in my fifth year!

I glare at my toast, blaming it for all my misfortune. Unfortunately, my anger makes the toast catch fire and I quickly put it out. I push my plate away and wish that something exciting would happen. Of course, nothing exciting happens in Hufflepuff house, with the exception of Cedric Diggory making it into the Triwizard Tournament. It's such a pity that he died.

I take another sip of my drink and set it down a little too harshly. Some of the other people at the table stare at me, clearly thinking I'm mad. No one in my house really seems to like me, at least not enough to try to be my friend. I'm the smart girl, the one who answers the questions and gets us points in class. Hermione Granger from Griffindor gets all the credit for being the "smartest witch of the age" or some other kind of blarney. I'm smart, but I don't jump around like a buffoon to answer questions. I'm a quiet genius.

Speaking of Griffindor, I look over to their table to spy some drama going on with the Potter boy. He's a funny one if you ask me. I have no right to judge, but he seems to be off his rocker most of the time. We shared a class one year and I have to say he doesn't seem to have much talent when it comes to spells. Oh well, practice makes perfect.

I feel someone's eyes on me and look past the Griffindor table to the Slytherin one. I'm surprised to find Draco Malfoy staring at me, with no intention of looking away it seems. He twitches his head to the side, and I'm smart enough to know that he wants to have a chat with me outside of the Great Hall. I stand up and gather my things, heading for the entrance. A few moments later, he joins me outside. He starts walking away and I follow him, figuring that he wants to go somewhere private so he won't be seen in the company of a mudblood such as myself. We walk for a ways before he stops and turns to me.

"Is your hair naturally pink?" he asks.

"If that's all you wanted to know, why the need for secrecy?"

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"There's no magic involved?"

"As far as I know, there is not."

"Oh."

"What do you want, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Call me Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy is my father."

"Very well, Malfoy, what do you want."

He mumbles something incoherent and I look at him. "Excuse me, could you speak a little louder?"

"I need a tutor."

"Can't one of your Slytherin pals help you then?" I question.

"There aren't any mudbloods in Slytherin."

"Oh? Then how can this mudblood help you then?"

I dully noted the surprise in his eyes when I referred to myself by that foul name and put up no fight to him calling me by it.

"I need help with Muggle Studies," he answers.

"You take Muggle Studies?"

"It's a requirement. It was that or Ancient Runes."

"And you took Muggle Studies, why? I thought you hated muggles?"

"It seemed easier."

"And it's not?"

"I don't understand some of the curriculum."

"Hmm, and you need my assistance because my parents are muggles, am I correct? And you don't want to ask that Granger girl because it would be a blow to your pride and you know she would never let you forget it?"

"Y-Yeah."

"I will help you, but I expect some payment in return."

"What kind of payment?" he asks suspiciously.

"The monetary kind. I want at least a sickle per lesson."

"That's a bit much."

"Being a muggle isn't easy. You're going to have to learn how they live without magic. I bet you've never gone a day without using your wand."

After seeing the look on his face I answer, "So you haven't."

"That doesn't matter. When can we begin?"

"Whenever you wish. I really couldn't care less."

"Tonight?"

"Okay. Where shall we meet? I'm guessing the Slytherin common room would be a horrible idea."

"It would. There's an empty classroom on the third floor. Meet me there at ten o'clock."

"As you wish."

I watch as Malfoy walks back to the Great Hall and I let loose a breath of air I hadn't know I'd been holding. I'm going to teach Draco Malfoy, Pureblood Prince of Slytherin, how to be a muggle? The very idea is laughable, but it appears to be happening. Or maybe this is some cruel joke and the Slytherins are going to do something dreadful to me? Well, if it comes to that, I'll just hex them and ruin their pretty little faces.

I walk to my common room and sit down in front of the fire, warming my bones. I can't imagine what the Slytherin common room must be like. It's in the dungeons, so it must be dreadfully cold and damp. I sink into the large and cushiony chair and feel my eyelids droop ever so slowly, until they slide closed and I fall asleep.

I am jolted awake by a shiver that runs down my body from head to toe. Shaking in the now cold room, I look at the big grandfather clock on the wall. It's nearly ten o'clock! I run out of the common room, and quickly mutter a spell for invisibility so that Filch won't see me. I pass by Ms. Norris and hold my breath, knowing that she might see me. She looks directly at me and utters a soft meow. I make myself appear and she doesn't appear startled at all. I hold out my hand to her and beckon her forward, hoping she understands the gesture. She does.

She walks to me and rubs her head against my palm, and I allow a few of my precious minutes to be spent petting her. She seems to like having someone besides Filch giving her attention. I'm only able to escape when I promise her a treat. I run down the halls and arrive at the classroom we agreed on precisely on time. I take a deep breath and open the door, coming face to face with a wand pointed directly at my temple.

"Um, Malfoy? It isn't in the best curteousy to greet your tutor with your wand," I say quickly.

He lowers his wand and turns away from me. I sigh and close the door behind me, preparing for a long lesson. He sits down at a desk and gestures to the seat across from him.

"So what part of the curriculum are you having trouble with?" I ask.

"Elecneurotics."

"Do you mean electronics?"

"Yes, those things."

"What's so difficult about them?"

"I don't understand how they work," he huffs, crossing his arms.

"They run on electricity."

"That too. I don't get it."

"You don't know what electricity is?"

"No, why would I? I'm a wizard. I don't need muggle technoflogery."

"Technology. And every wizard should know about it. It makes it easier to blend in with the muggles if you know how their society and world work. They don't have magic to do anything with."

"I can't imagine it."

"Not living without magic? It's actually easy once you get used to it."

"You've done muggle work?"

"I thought I was a muggle for eleven years- well an abnormal one anyway- so yes."

"Well then it can't be that hard if you can do it."

"Insulting me won't help you learn, Malfoy."

"You have a point, but it does make me happier."

"Insulting other people makes you happy? Then you must be depressed in those moments when you aren't making others lives miserable."

"No I'm not, mudblood."

"Telling my I have dirty blood isn't going to change your grade in Muggle Studies. For now, can you forget that I'm a mudblood and you're a pureblood, and can we just get to work?"

"Fine."

"Very well. Electricity is the foundation of all muggle electronics. Without it there would be no telephones, television, or even lights-"

Malfoy interrupts, "What's television?"

"It's a box with moving pictures that entertains muggles. It's similar to the wizard pictures."

"Oh. And they find moving pictures entertaining?"

"Well, yes. They also are accompanied by sound and a story. There are things called T.V., that's short for television, shows and they tell stories with plots. Or there's news, which informs the muggles of what's happening everyday. Or game shows where muggles compete for prizes or money. Or…"

"I get it, there are a lot of television shows," he says.

"Oh, okay. So, anyways, electricity works everything in the muggle world. Without it almost all technology wouldn't work…"

Our lesson continues on well into the early morning, and it is only at about one that Malfoy declares he is done for the night and that he will see me next week. He gives me the sickle and walks out, leaving me alone in the classroom. I stifle a yawn and almost forget the invisibility spell. I stumble into the common room and climb the stairs. I fall into my bed and immediately fall asleep.


Malfoy's lessons were going well and I can see the changes in him. He seems to have a newfound respect for muggles and he actually developed a fascination with the muggle CD players. He said that the old record player his father owned sounded terrible and that he would acquire one once school got out. I could only smile.

However, his behavior away from me was the same as always. He called me a mudblood every time I accidentally ran into him or shared the same air. I didn't think anything of it, if anything I believed it was all an act and that the person he was when he was having lessons with me was the real Malfoy.

It was going on our sixth week of lessons, when I noticed the real changes. I was explaining to him how toaster ovens worked when I caught him staring at me. Well, of course he was staring at me- I was teaching him- but the look he gave me wasn't exactly the kind of look I was expecting to see. For one thing, Malfoy was blushing! For another, the second I caught him staring he instantly became fascinated with the toaster and asked if he could take it apart so he could look at the parts.

When that particular study session was over, he said that the work in class had doubled and that he would have to see me twice a week now. I was fine with this, of course, but a little surprised. He seemed to be getting it, so why would he need more help from me? I could only accept the extra sickle a week with question.


I find myself staring at my pumpkin juice for the nth time this morning. Sighing, I take another sip and set it back down. I finally relinquish my iron will and allow myself to look across the hall and search for the familiar white hair of Malfoy. I find it relatively quickly and am surprised to find him staring back at me. He mouths the word "Tonight" and nods his head. I can only dumbly nod back, figuring that he's made some kind of plans with his mates or something on the night we usually do our sessions.

He looks away and I go back to staring at my pumpkin juice.


"Ms. Haruno?" a slightly nasally voice calls.

"Huh?" I say, breaking out of my stupor.

"Would you kindly tell the class the spell to split things?" Professor McGonagall asks.

"Diffindo," I answer.

"Correct. Five points to Hufflepuff."

She moves on to another student and I chastise myself for not paying attention. In fact… I look down at the paper I'd been absent-mindedly writing on. Oh dear. I note the fact I'd drawn a heart, but I also note (with horror) that I'd scrawled Malfoy's name. I sigh and crumble the paper up and bury it in my bag. Professor McGonagall dismisses class and I stand up and exit the room along with everyone else. I accidentally knock into someone's shoulder as I'm walking and I turn to apologize, only to find myself staring at Gregory Goyle, Malfoy's mate. He grunts and moves to grab his wand, but a smooth white hand grasps his wrist and stops him. I dumbly meet Malfoy's eyes and he nods his head at me. "She's not worth it, Goyle."

Goyle grunts again (can he even speak?) and steps behind Malfoy. "Goyle, go to the common room. I'll take care of it."

He nods his head and lumbers away. I watch him go, and my heart rate picks up. What is Malfoy going to do? He said he was going to take care of me. Is he going to hex me?

"You should be more careful next time. If I wasn't there, he would have cursed you."

Huh?

"I'll see you tonight, mudblood," Malfoy says, walking away.

Wait? The way he said mudblood sounded different than usual. It almost sounded… endearing? No way. That's just crazy. He hates me, right? He's only using me to pass his class. Malfoy liking me would be like the Dark Lord hugging bunnies and kissing babies. Impossible.

I sigh and walk to my common room, deciding to take a short nap before the lesson tonight. I slide under my covers and close my eyes, slowing my breathing and drifting away into a dreamland.

Waking up, I quietly move around the room, grabbing some things for tonight's lesson. I leave the common room, and am shortly thereafter stopped by Ms. Norris who I give a treat. She purrs contently and allows me to pet the top of her head before continuing on my way.

I knock on the door before entering, as had become a custom so Malfoy wouldn't hold a wand to my face every night. I close the door behind me and look into his eyes. Something seems different tonight. It doesn't matter. I set down my things and take the seat across from him as usual.

Launching into my lesson, I can almost feel a certain electric current in the air and it's making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I push these crazy feelings to the back of my mind.

The lesson goes as usual; with me teaching and Malfoy asking the occasional question. When it's over, I gather all my materials and wait for Malfoy to stand up. He doesn't. I quirk an eyebrow in question. "Malfoy?"

He sits silently, looking like a rock, with his hands balled and a look of frustration across his visage. I gently put my hand on his shoulder, and suddenly he's crushing me against a wall.

"What have you done?" he yells.

"What do you mean?"

"You must have done something, said a spell or something…" he mutters.

"What did I do?"

"You must've…"

"I must've done what?"
"You slipped me a love potion didn't you? I know you're crafty enough to do it, but why?"

"Huh? Malfoy, I've never even made a love potion! What are you talking about?"

"Making… me… feel this way," he huffs, his face dangerously close to mine.

"What are you talking about? Have you gone mad?" I ask.

"I want you."

"Pardon me?"

"You heard me. I. Want. You," Malfoy whispers right next to me. His breath sending shivers down my spine. I suddenly feel very warm. So very warm. Suddenly, he nips my ear and I gasp in surprise. Next thing I know, his lips are pressed to mine.

I'm stuck in shock before deciding that I actually rather like what he's lips are doing to me, and I begin kissing him back. Although, now that I think about it… I've never snogged anyone before! Malfoy is my first kiss! Oh Lord!

His lips leave mine, and I take this moment to breathe while his lips move down my neck, making me breathe harder and harder. He suddenly nips my neck and I gasp. He returns to my lips and passionately continues his ministrations. His slightly cold hand suddenly touches my feverish back and I gasp. He takes this opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth. I snog back with all the inexperience I have, hoping that I'm not doing too badly of a job.

Taking his lips off mine, Malfoy backs away from me and stares at me. "You didn't give me a love potion," he says; as if it's all suddenly clear to him.

"Um, no," I breathe.

"So then what just happened?"

"I don't know."

"I think we just snogged."

"Um, yeah, I guess so."

"We snogged a lot," he smirks. "You're not too bad."

"That was my first time," I say blankly.

"Really? I couldn't tell."

"What do we do now?" I ask. "I mean, I don't think we can continue your lessons if we're going to be snogging most of the time."

"Oh, about that. I dropped out of Muggle Studies about four weeks ago. I took up Divination. That's easy."

"Wait? You dropped out, but kept studying with me?"

"Yeah."

"You like me," I comment.

"Well, if what just happened isn't a flaming sign, then yeah. I kinda do."

"Okay. Now what? I don't have anything to teach you if you're not taking Muggle Studies."

"Well, I have a lot to teach you. If you were that good of a snogger on your first time, think how good you're going to be when I'm done with you!"

"Wait? Are you offering me snogging lessons?"

"Yeah, and I'm not even going to make you pay for them," he smirks.

"I don't know…"

"Did you like what just happened?"

"Uh, yeah I guess so."

"Then I can make that feeling a hundred times better if you become my student."

"I'm not going to contract any diseases am I?"

"No! Why would you?" he asks, surprised.

"You have snogged Pansy, have you not?"

"Actually, contrary to popular belief- I haven't."

"Oh."

"So, what'll it be?"

I pick up my bag, sling it over my shoulders, and pause as I walk by Malfoy. I give him a hard kiss on the lips and say, "I'll see you next week then, Malfoy."

"Call me Draco," he says, pulling me to him.

"Okay, Professor Draco," I murmur in between kisses.

It appears as though I'm going to have to stay after class…


Whoo! I just wrote my first hot and heavy (for me) make-out scene! Hell yah! Also, ironically, Lita Ford's "Kiss Me Deadly" was playing while I wrote that. Hehe.

What did you guys think? Is it as good as the other chapters, or am I out of touch?

NEXT CHAPTER: Death Note! (I already know what's going to happen, but I'm not going to tell you the couple). Haha.

Review, please? Or else?

P.S. Isn't Draco just smexii!?