Title: The Tutor ch.1
By: LovelyPsychopath
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/etc: I do not own any of these characters. If you didn't already
know that, you need to get your head checked. Plus, I don't feel a slash
warning is necessary. I find nothing perverse about gay boys, and if you
do, then you're a homophobe, and you shouldn't be here to begin with. Also,
beware: I was listening to cheesy 90's "pulse" music while writing this.
Comments: I've wanted to write a somewhat serious yet fluffy Draco/Harry
slash fic for some time. I decided to write more comical stuff to prepare,
and I think I'm ready. Please, don't throw rocks! Marshmallows are MUCH
softer.
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Harry Potter looked down with an almost painful expression clouding his face. His green eyes scrolled down the essay on invincibility potions he had just finished. He slowly shook his head, knowing that he was going to fail. He had been so busy playing chess with Ron that he had completely forgotten about the essay. The essay had been completed it in 10 minutes, and it was obvious to whoever read it. It was messily written, not in the correct order, and written in red ink---a big no-no. Why did Professor Snape have to assign all of these essays anyway?
Harry quickly stuffed the essay into his bag, and ran off to class. (Yes, you guessed it, potions)
*Potions Class*
Professor Snape swept over the classroom collecting essays. His eyes pierced each student, momentarily scaring the life out of them, before moving to the next, all the while collecting essays. When he reached Harry, he smirked in a malicious way.
"Well Mr. Potter, where is your essay?" Harry turned slightly green, before handing over his essay. Snape smiled.
"Well, well, well. I can see just by looking at this that you put no effort into this whatsoever." His eyes quickly scanned the essay, before putting it on the top of the stack of essays.
"Potter, I'm very disappointed. It seems as if that I must assign you..." Harry cringed, waiting for the word that every student hated: detention. "a tutor." Snape finished, causing Harry to feel momentarily shocked and a bit frightened. This had to be a trick.
"Hmm. Who is smart enough to reach through that thick mop of hair? Ah, I know. Mr. Malfoy!" Draco paled, if that was even possible, to an even whiter shade. Harry's eyes widened in horror while he looked pleadingly at Snape.
"Who better to teach my worst student, than my best student? Mr. Potter. You shall meet Mr. Malfoy in this classroom after school everyday until I see an improvement in your grade." Harry could have sworn he heard Snape giggle, but then again, he was feeling a bit light headed. He looked across the room at Malfoy, who seamed to be in the middle of a stroke. They caught each other's eyes for a moment, each attempting to kill the other with a glare alone.
*3:10pm (after school)*
Harry sighed as he got ready for his potions tutoring. Ron looked at him with compassion, and patted him on the back.
"If he tries anything, tell me, and I'll beat his Slytherin ass so badly that.." Ron couldn't finish, for Hermione interrupted.
"Harry, if he does try anything, just ignore him. I mean, he is very good at potions. Maybe this could actually be good for you." Hermione said with a forced smile.
"HA! Malfoy? Actually do something good? You're kidding yourself 'Moine!" Ron said, picturing Malfoy in a boy scouts uniform helping old ladies across the street, and then stealing their wallets.
"Well, I'm off." Harry mumbled as if he were heading towards his execution.
*In Potions*
Draco was already sitting there when Harry arrived. Snape was no where to be found, so Harry figured he must be at a teacher's meeting. The blond Slytherin was sitting at an empty table, studying a book, which Harry guessed was about potions. Harry cleared his throat to get Draco's attention, and took a seat on the other side of the table. They both looked anxious and very unsure of themselves.
"Well Potter, let's make this quick. I have a life outside of you, you know." Draco drawled, shooting daggers from his eyes at Harry.
"Sure doesn't seem that way," Harry spat back. "You're always talking about me. You'd think if you really hated me that much, you would just avoid me." Harry said, opening his potions book with a thud.
"Shut up, Potter!" Draco yelled, his pale cheeks turning slightly pink. Harry smiled and looked innocently down at his book.
"Whatever you say, Malfoy."
* 50 minutes later*
"Okay Potter, give me three negative effects of invincibility potions." Harry looked thoughtful for a moment.
"The first would be severe stomach aches. The second would be memory loss, and the third would be dizziness." Harry replied with a smile on his face.
"Not bad Potter. You would actually do well you know, if you would just study." Malfoy replied, in a rather un-Malfoy-like manor.
Harry sighed. "I know. I suppose I'm just not motivated." Harry smiled, before drawing a small doodle in the margin of his parchment.
"Potter, this isn't an art class." Draco said, grabbing away the drawing.
"You're starting to sound just like Snape!" Harry accused with mock surprise on his face. Draco frowned.
"That is a bad sign. I suppose that it is getting a bit late."
"I agree!" With a gleeful expression, Harry quickly gathered his things. He was about to turn on his heel and run, when he felt a light tugging on his sleeve.
"You forgot this." Draco said, handing back the doodle. Harry took back his parchment, but before he could mutter thanks, Draco swept by him. Harry could've sworn that Draco lightly touched his hand as he swept by, but then again all of the memorization he had just done had begun to fry his brain.
*Back in the Gryffindor Common room*
It was about 4:15 when Harry finally got back to the common room. He wasn't really in the mood to talk, so he stuck to the shadows, figuring he could sneak up to his room.
"Harry!"
'Damn.' Harry thought to himself, while smiling sweetly at Ron.
"Well?" Ron asked. His eyes seamed to be checking for injuries.
"Well, what?" Harry asked, clearly very tired.
Ron sighed. "How did it go? He didn't do anything to you...did he?"
"No. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He's actually a very good tutor when he's not making snide remarks."
Ron looked shocked, and then suspicious. "Harry..did he give you drugs?"
Harry almost fell over. "Of course he didn't give me drugs!" And with that, Harry weakly stormed up to his room.
Meanwhile, Ron returned to sit back next to Hermione, who was busily reading a book on magical plants.
"I think he's lost it, Herm." Ron said, in a somewhat defeated manor.
"What are you blabbering about now?" Hermione asked, not bothering to look up from the large book on her lap.
"He said that..that it wasn't that bad. He had to sit in a room with Malfoy alone for an hour, and he said he didn't mind." At this, Hermione looked up.
"Maybe aliens abducted the real Malfoy and replaced him with a nicer clone. Either that or he's a much nicer person that he puts on to be." Hermione smiled, and looked back down to her book.
Ron sighed and shook his head. Didn't anyone see the strangeness in this situation?
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Harry Potter looked down with an almost painful expression clouding his face. His green eyes scrolled down the essay on invincibility potions he had just finished. He slowly shook his head, knowing that he was going to fail. He had been so busy playing chess with Ron that he had completely forgotten about the essay. The essay had been completed it in 10 minutes, and it was obvious to whoever read it. It was messily written, not in the correct order, and written in red ink---a big no-no. Why did Professor Snape have to assign all of these essays anyway?
Harry quickly stuffed the essay into his bag, and ran off to class. (Yes, you guessed it, potions)
*Potions Class*
Professor Snape swept over the classroom collecting essays. His eyes pierced each student, momentarily scaring the life out of them, before moving to the next, all the while collecting essays. When he reached Harry, he smirked in a malicious way.
"Well Mr. Potter, where is your essay?" Harry turned slightly green, before handing over his essay. Snape smiled.
"Well, well, well. I can see just by looking at this that you put no effort into this whatsoever." His eyes quickly scanned the essay, before putting it on the top of the stack of essays.
"Potter, I'm very disappointed. It seems as if that I must assign you..." Harry cringed, waiting for the word that every student hated: detention. "a tutor." Snape finished, causing Harry to feel momentarily shocked and a bit frightened. This had to be a trick.
"Hmm. Who is smart enough to reach through that thick mop of hair? Ah, I know. Mr. Malfoy!" Draco paled, if that was even possible, to an even whiter shade. Harry's eyes widened in horror while he looked pleadingly at Snape.
"Who better to teach my worst student, than my best student? Mr. Potter. You shall meet Mr. Malfoy in this classroom after school everyday until I see an improvement in your grade." Harry could have sworn he heard Snape giggle, but then again, he was feeling a bit light headed. He looked across the room at Malfoy, who seamed to be in the middle of a stroke. They caught each other's eyes for a moment, each attempting to kill the other with a glare alone.
*3:10pm (after school)*
Harry sighed as he got ready for his potions tutoring. Ron looked at him with compassion, and patted him on the back.
"If he tries anything, tell me, and I'll beat his Slytherin ass so badly that.." Ron couldn't finish, for Hermione interrupted.
"Harry, if he does try anything, just ignore him. I mean, he is very good at potions. Maybe this could actually be good for you." Hermione said with a forced smile.
"HA! Malfoy? Actually do something good? You're kidding yourself 'Moine!" Ron said, picturing Malfoy in a boy scouts uniform helping old ladies across the street, and then stealing their wallets.
"Well, I'm off." Harry mumbled as if he were heading towards his execution.
*In Potions*
Draco was already sitting there when Harry arrived. Snape was no where to be found, so Harry figured he must be at a teacher's meeting. The blond Slytherin was sitting at an empty table, studying a book, which Harry guessed was about potions. Harry cleared his throat to get Draco's attention, and took a seat on the other side of the table. They both looked anxious and very unsure of themselves.
"Well Potter, let's make this quick. I have a life outside of you, you know." Draco drawled, shooting daggers from his eyes at Harry.
"Sure doesn't seem that way," Harry spat back. "You're always talking about me. You'd think if you really hated me that much, you would just avoid me." Harry said, opening his potions book with a thud.
"Shut up, Potter!" Draco yelled, his pale cheeks turning slightly pink. Harry smiled and looked innocently down at his book.
"Whatever you say, Malfoy."
* 50 minutes later*
"Okay Potter, give me three negative effects of invincibility potions." Harry looked thoughtful for a moment.
"The first would be severe stomach aches. The second would be memory loss, and the third would be dizziness." Harry replied with a smile on his face.
"Not bad Potter. You would actually do well you know, if you would just study." Malfoy replied, in a rather un-Malfoy-like manor.
Harry sighed. "I know. I suppose I'm just not motivated." Harry smiled, before drawing a small doodle in the margin of his parchment.
"Potter, this isn't an art class." Draco said, grabbing away the drawing.
"You're starting to sound just like Snape!" Harry accused with mock surprise on his face. Draco frowned.
"That is a bad sign. I suppose that it is getting a bit late."
"I agree!" With a gleeful expression, Harry quickly gathered his things. He was about to turn on his heel and run, when he felt a light tugging on his sleeve.
"You forgot this." Draco said, handing back the doodle. Harry took back his parchment, but before he could mutter thanks, Draco swept by him. Harry could've sworn that Draco lightly touched his hand as he swept by, but then again all of the memorization he had just done had begun to fry his brain.
*Back in the Gryffindor Common room*
It was about 4:15 when Harry finally got back to the common room. He wasn't really in the mood to talk, so he stuck to the shadows, figuring he could sneak up to his room.
"Harry!"
'Damn.' Harry thought to himself, while smiling sweetly at Ron.
"Well?" Ron asked. His eyes seamed to be checking for injuries.
"Well, what?" Harry asked, clearly very tired.
Ron sighed. "How did it go? He didn't do anything to you...did he?"
"No. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He's actually a very good tutor when he's not making snide remarks."
Ron looked shocked, and then suspicious. "Harry..did he give you drugs?"
Harry almost fell over. "Of course he didn't give me drugs!" And with that, Harry weakly stormed up to his room.
Meanwhile, Ron returned to sit back next to Hermione, who was busily reading a book on magical plants.
"I think he's lost it, Herm." Ron said, in a somewhat defeated manor.
"What are you blabbering about now?" Hermione asked, not bothering to look up from the large book on her lap.
"He said that..that it wasn't that bad. He had to sit in a room with Malfoy alone for an hour, and he said he didn't mind." At this, Hermione looked up.
"Maybe aliens abducted the real Malfoy and replaced him with a nicer clone. Either that or he's a much nicer person that he puts on to be." Hermione smiled, and looked back down to her book.
Ron sighed and shook his head. Didn't anyone see the strangeness in this situation?