A/N: **dies** Omigosh, it has been FOREVER since I've written on this
story! I'm sooo sorry. Recent events have distracted me - a boy at my
school committed suicide. A friend of mine, well to tell the truth I knew
her brother better, also committed suicide when she found out she had HIV.
I apologize for this extremely late chapter. I'll make this one extra-long,
if that'll make up for anything. ^_^
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A loud thud sounded through the dungeon classroom as Hermione's head came down onto the table - hard. Malfoy? Tutoring HER? It was unthinkable. But apparently Snape had that ability. Why, though?
Hermione stood up and began walking toward her greasy-haired professor. But he held up a thin hand.
"Questions, Ms Granger?"
Hermione started to answer him, but he waved his hand and returned to his desk.
"Then see me after class."
*****
Hermione was still fuming by the end of the lesson. It was the last lesson of the day, which was fortunate. She didn't think she could keep her head together in another.
All through the lesson, Hermione had been spilling things, knocking bottles over, and even burned a hole in poor Neville's shoe.
Now was the time to rant and rave. She pushed back the bench she had been sitting on, which squeaked loudly, and walked shakily over to the professor's desk. Students were still filing out of the room. She glanced back and saw Harry and Ron waiting just outside the door. Hermione waved them off, as if to say 'I'll see you at dinner.' And they disappeared down the hall.
She turned back to Snape and waited for him to notice her standing there.
"Yes?" He questioned, not looking up from what he was doing.
Hermione jumped slightly, but took a breath.
"Professor, *why* must I have a tutor? I've got top marks in every class, I do everything right and - "
"Come here, Mr Malfoy." Snape finally looked up, to see a surprised Hermione standing in front of him and a rather confused Draco Malfoy three steps from the door.
While Malfoy made his way over to the desk, Snape leaned in towards Hermione.
"As I'm sure you don't know, Ms Granger," he hissed. "Your grades are suffering horribly in my class. If I don't get someone to tutor you, and someone good at that, you will fail." Snape put cruel emphasis on the last three words. Hermione stumbled backwards off the raised platform that Snape's desk sat crookedly upon. She would have fallen on the cold dungeon floor, had she not been caught involuntarily by rather muscular arms.
Whirling around to see who had caught her, she saw it was none other than Draco Malfoy. A trademark smirk fought to find its way into place on a pale face, but he was indeed having trouble. Giving up, he pushed her away slightly and brushed off his robes sarcastically.
"I'm going to need a shower after that." Malfoy growled maliciously. He stopped in front of the first desk in the room, and looked up at Professor Snape. Hermione mumbled something and sat down on the edge of the bench, also watching the professor expectantly.
"As I said before, Mr Malfoy will be tutoring Ms Granger. . ." Snape stopped for a moment as if to let the cruel words sink in, then he continued. "Every night after dinner in Dungeon 6."
Hermione groaned. 'Could my life possibly get any worse?' She thought.
She shouldn't have.
"Beginning tonight." Snape delivered the last two words with a disgusting sneer upon his sickly face. He returned to his work and waved them both off with his left hand.
"Dismissed."
******
Hermione ran down the hallway as quickly as possible, which she knew was against school rules. She didn't care. The less she saw of that disgusting git - Malfoy, that is - the better. She turned a corner and found she was lost.
Groaning, she slumped against the jagged stone wall and pulled her knees to her chest. Tears threatened to pour down her cheeks again, but she fought them successfully. Hermione swallowed and stood up, and found she knew exactly where she was.
A sigh of relief escaped lips as she spotted the portrait of the Fat Lady at the end of the corridor. She began to run towards it as if it was beckoning her with open arms.
"Where are you running to, Ms Granger?" A cold, amused voice pierced the air. Hermione recognized it as none other than Draco Malfoy.
She stopped dead. Should she keep running, and escape into the common room?
No. Then, not only would he know where the Gryffindor common room was, he'd know how to get in. Glancing back towards the portrait, she found she had no choice. The Fat Lady was gone, and a 'Be back in an hour' sign was in her place.
Hermione checked her watch. Dinner was over. She had no choice now but to go to Dungeon 6.
With *Malfoy.*
Hermione turned on her heel and walked quickly down the corridor - past Malfoy. He whirled around and ran to catch up with her.
"In a hurry now, are we?"
She didn't answer. She wanted to get this over as quickly as possible.
No such luck.
*******
When they finally reached their designated dungeon, Hermione threw her bag onto a desk and sat down, resting her chin in her hand, elbow propped up on the table.
"Right then. How shall we begin?" Malfoy asked sardonically. "We'll take attendance. Of course." Malfoy pulled out an imaginary scroll and pretended to read names from it.
"Granger, Hermione?" Hermione rolled her eyes and shifted uncomfortably. That was the first time he'd ever said her name, even sarcastically.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Hermione and mocked reading the rest of the scroll.
"Malfoy, Draco? Ah, yes, indeed." Seeing Hermione was clearly not amused, Malfoy rolled his eyes and seated himself on a bench across the aisle from Hermione.
"Okay, not like I really care, but what is WRONG with you, Granger? I can say anything - do anything, for that matter - and you won't do a thing." He stared at her incredulously.
Hermione shrugged and stood up. She walked over to the wall and leaned against it, facing Malfoy.
"You wouldn't understand."
Malfoy narrowed his eyes skeptically and walked over to her. Standing in front of her, Hermione realized that if he had wanted to trap her there, he could. Malfoy stood almost half a foot taller than she, and Quidditch had done him good. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut for a second, opening them again only when such thoughts were out of her mind.
"Try me." Malfoy prompted, the mocking tone in his voice gone.
Hermione tilted her head. What was this - a new Draco Malfoy? She shook her head. No way.
"Why should I?"
Malfoy smirked.
"Because otherwise, we're never going to get any work done, Granger."
Hermione rolled her eyes again.
"You actually think there are things about Potions that you know - and I don't?"
Malfoy stepped back slightly.
"As a matter of fact, I do." He hissed.
"Oh, like what? Oh, silly me. Dark Arts, of course." Hermione replied, slightly angry now.
Malfoy's hands clenched into fists. Hermione scoffed.
"Going to hit me, Malfoy?"
Malfoy sneered.
"No. I'm going to do something *much* worse."
Malfoy stepped forward, put one hand on each side of Hermione's face, and kissed her.
*****
Not realizing what was happening, Hermione melted into the kiss for a second. Then she took it in.
'Oh my God!' Her head screamed. 'I'm kissing MALFOY!' Hermione jerked back and hit her head hard on the sharp wall.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" Hermione screamed.
Malfoy smirked.
"Something much worse than hitting you, that's what." He stood in front of her again, close enough to kiss her again. Chocolate brown eyes locked with steely grey ones for a moment. Hermione swore she could see Malfoy's eyes softening somewhat.
"Tell me, Her-" Malfoy cursed under his breath. "Granger. What is wrong with you?"
Hermione thought for a moment. Should she tell him?
'No! Don't tell him, it's Malfoy, for pity's sakes!' She thought. Hermione shook her head.
"I can't, Malfoy." Hermione glanced at the clock in the corner of the room.
Thank goodness.
Hermione ducked under one of Malfoy's arms and strode quickly over to her bag. She slung it over her shoulder and began to walk towards the door.
"Excellent lesson, Professor Malfoy." She called sarcastically over her shoulder. "Looking forward to our next meeting." Hermione laughed slightly, and walked out of the door.
Little did she know that she would indeed enjoy their next meeting.
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A/N: MUAHAHA! Suspense. . . **cough** Anyway, I'm sorry again for the wait and PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! **bounces** NOW!
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A loud thud sounded through the dungeon classroom as Hermione's head came down onto the table - hard. Malfoy? Tutoring HER? It was unthinkable. But apparently Snape had that ability. Why, though?
Hermione stood up and began walking toward her greasy-haired professor. But he held up a thin hand.
"Questions, Ms Granger?"
Hermione started to answer him, but he waved his hand and returned to his desk.
"Then see me after class."
*****
Hermione was still fuming by the end of the lesson. It was the last lesson of the day, which was fortunate. She didn't think she could keep her head together in another.
All through the lesson, Hermione had been spilling things, knocking bottles over, and even burned a hole in poor Neville's shoe.
Now was the time to rant and rave. She pushed back the bench she had been sitting on, which squeaked loudly, and walked shakily over to the professor's desk. Students were still filing out of the room. She glanced back and saw Harry and Ron waiting just outside the door. Hermione waved them off, as if to say 'I'll see you at dinner.' And they disappeared down the hall.
She turned back to Snape and waited for him to notice her standing there.
"Yes?" He questioned, not looking up from what he was doing.
Hermione jumped slightly, but took a breath.
"Professor, *why* must I have a tutor? I've got top marks in every class, I do everything right and - "
"Come here, Mr Malfoy." Snape finally looked up, to see a surprised Hermione standing in front of him and a rather confused Draco Malfoy three steps from the door.
While Malfoy made his way over to the desk, Snape leaned in towards Hermione.
"As I'm sure you don't know, Ms Granger," he hissed. "Your grades are suffering horribly in my class. If I don't get someone to tutor you, and someone good at that, you will fail." Snape put cruel emphasis on the last three words. Hermione stumbled backwards off the raised platform that Snape's desk sat crookedly upon. She would have fallen on the cold dungeon floor, had she not been caught involuntarily by rather muscular arms.
Whirling around to see who had caught her, she saw it was none other than Draco Malfoy. A trademark smirk fought to find its way into place on a pale face, but he was indeed having trouble. Giving up, he pushed her away slightly and brushed off his robes sarcastically.
"I'm going to need a shower after that." Malfoy growled maliciously. He stopped in front of the first desk in the room, and looked up at Professor Snape. Hermione mumbled something and sat down on the edge of the bench, also watching the professor expectantly.
"As I said before, Mr Malfoy will be tutoring Ms Granger. . ." Snape stopped for a moment as if to let the cruel words sink in, then he continued. "Every night after dinner in Dungeon 6."
Hermione groaned. 'Could my life possibly get any worse?' She thought.
She shouldn't have.
"Beginning tonight." Snape delivered the last two words with a disgusting sneer upon his sickly face. He returned to his work and waved them both off with his left hand.
"Dismissed."
******
Hermione ran down the hallway as quickly as possible, which she knew was against school rules. She didn't care. The less she saw of that disgusting git - Malfoy, that is - the better. She turned a corner and found she was lost.
Groaning, she slumped against the jagged stone wall and pulled her knees to her chest. Tears threatened to pour down her cheeks again, but she fought them successfully. Hermione swallowed and stood up, and found she knew exactly where she was.
A sigh of relief escaped lips as she spotted the portrait of the Fat Lady at the end of the corridor. She began to run towards it as if it was beckoning her with open arms.
"Where are you running to, Ms Granger?" A cold, amused voice pierced the air. Hermione recognized it as none other than Draco Malfoy.
She stopped dead. Should she keep running, and escape into the common room?
No. Then, not only would he know where the Gryffindor common room was, he'd know how to get in. Glancing back towards the portrait, she found she had no choice. The Fat Lady was gone, and a 'Be back in an hour' sign was in her place.
Hermione checked her watch. Dinner was over. She had no choice now but to go to Dungeon 6.
With *Malfoy.*
Hermione turned on her heel and walked quickly down the corridor - past Malfoy. He whirled around and ran to catch up with her.
"In a hurry now, are we?"
She didn't answer. She wanted to get this over as quickly as possible.
No such luck.
*******
When they finally reached their designated dungeon, Hermione threw her bag onto a desk and sat down, resting her chin in her hand, elbow propped up on the table.
"Right then. How shall we begin?" Malfoy asked sardonically. "We'll take attendance. Of course." Malfoy pulled out an imaginary scroll and pretended to read names from it.
"Granger, Hermione?" Hermione rolled her eyes and shifted uncomfortably. That was the first time he'd ever said her name, even sarcastically.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Hermione and mocked reading the rest of the scroll.
"Malfoy, Draco? Ah, yes, indeed." Seeing Hermione was clearly not amused, Malfoy rolled his eyes and seated himself on a bench across the aisle from Hermione.
"Okay, not like I really care, but what is WRONG with you, Granger? I can say anything - do anything, for that matter - and you won't do a thing." He stared at her incredulously.
Hermione shrugged and stood up. She walked over to the wall and leaned against it, facing Malfoy.
"You wouldn't understand."
Malfoy narrowed his eyes skeptically and walked over to her. Standing in front of her, Hermione realized that if he had wanted to trap her there, he could. Malfoy stood almost half a foot taller than she, and Quidditch had done him good. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut for a second, opening them again only when such thoughts were out of her mind.
"Try me." Malfoy prompted, the mocking tone in his voice gone.
Hermione tilted her head. What was this - a new Draco Malfoy? She shook her head. No way.
"Why should I?"
Malfoy smirked.
"Because otherwise, we're never going to get any work done, Granger."
Hermione rolled her eyes again.
"You actually think there are things about Potions that you know - and I don't?"
Malfoy stepped back slightly.
"As a matter of fact, I do." He hissed.
"Oh, like what? Oh, silly me. Dark Arts, of course." Hermione replied, slightly angry now.
Malfoy's hands clenched into fists. Hermione scoffed.
"Going to hit me, Malfoy?"
Malfoy sneered.
"No. I'm going to do something *much* worse."
Malfoy stepped forward, put one hand on each side of Hermione's face, and kissed her.
*****
Not realizing what was happening, Hermione melted into the kiss for a second. Then she took it in.
'Oh my God!' Her head screamed. 'I'm kissing MALFOY!' Hermione jerked back and hit her head hard on the sharp wall.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" Hermione screamed.
Malfoy smirked.
"Something much worse than hitting you, that's what." He stood in front of her again, close enough to kiss her again. Chocolate brown eyes locked with steely grey ones for a moment. Hermione swore she could see Malfoy's eyes softening somewhat.
"Tell me, Her-" Malfoy cursed under his breath. "Granger. What is wrong with you?"
Hermione thought for a moment. Should she tell him?
'No! Don't tell him, it's Malfoy, for pity's sakes!' She thought. Hermione shook her head.
"I can't, Malfoy." Hermione glanced at the clock in the corner of the room.
Thank goodness.
Hermione ducked under one of Malfoy's arms and strode quickly over to her bag. She slung it over her shoulder and began to walk towards the door.
"Excellent lesson, Professor Malfoy." She called sarcastically over her shoulder. "Looking forward to our next meeting." Hermione laughed slightly, and walked out of the door.
Little did she know that she would indeed enjoy their next meeting.
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A/N: MUAHAHA! Suspense. . . **cough** Anyway, I'm sorry again for the wait and PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! **bounces** NOW!