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Potter, or any of the stuff that was created by J.K. Rowling. I give full
credit to her. The only thing I think I own is the plot, and the power of
the Authoress.
A/N: This takes place during 5th year, it will never happen, and this IS NOT A ROMANCE FIC!!! Just read, okay?
The Teacher of a Dragon By Shadowblossom
***
Draco Malfoy sat quietly, staring out the window, wishing with all his heart that he could be out on the grounds, sitting under a tree near the lake, with some food taken from the kitchens, maybe reading a good book..but, no. He was stuck in Transfiguration just now. He had pulled out some parchment, and occasionally he scratched something down with his quill to make it look like he was taking notes. He was just wondering what he would eat for lunch when a sharp voice cut across his thoughts.
"Mr. Malfoy? Would you care to answer the question?"
He searched his recent memories for the question. But he had no such luck.
"Er.sorry Professor, what did you ask?"
Most of the class around him snickered. "Stupid people," he thought absentmindedly, before turning his attention back to McGonogall.
"If you remember, Malfoy, we were turning roses into rosemary. What properties apply to rosemary?" she asked curtly, arms crossed in front of her, tapping her foot, clearly annoyed. Draco had no idea whatsoever. Rosemary? So, he looked her straight in the eye and said clearly:
"I don't know, Professor." More snickers.
"It figures. Normally, when answering a question, it helps to pay attention. She said, looking down her sharp nose at him. "Malfoy, see me after class."
"Great, I probably have detention. Wonderful." Draco thought as McGonogall started to tell them the answer to the question. His insides twisted. Somehow, he knew, his father would find out. He always did. His father liked to check up on him, making sure he knew what Draco was up to, and constantly nagged him about his grades. Some rubbish about, "upholding the Malfoy name." Draco admired his father very much, but sometimes, in his opinion, his father went a little overboard. The bell suddenly rang, and Draco put his books and parchment away, and trudged slowly up to McGonogall's desk.
"Professor?" he asked, looking at the stern woman's profile.
"Yes, Malfoy," she said, turning to him," I have been talking to Professor Snape and your other teachers. It seems that your grades are in a need of picking up. You do realize that should you fail to do this, you will have to repeat the year."
Draco's head snapped up.
"What? Professor, I can't fail! I just.can't. My-"
"Which is why" She interrupted, "I believe I have come to an answer. You will have another student tutor you. Please report to me after my Gryffindor class at 2:30. That will be all."
Draco nodded to show he understood, the turned and hurried out of the classroom.
***
"Hermione, pass the potatoes."
Hermione, eyes glued to her book, reached to her left, and passed Ron the bowl of boiled potatoes. He scooped four onto his plate, buttered them, and then began to eat as though he hadn't had food in a week.
"Honestly Ron, slow down." She said, and nudged him with her elbow. The black-haired boy across from Hermione laughed.
"Want a shovel?" Harry asked, jokingly. Ron grunted, and continued eating.
The bell rang faintly in the distance, making her tear her eyes from her book for the first time in the last half hour. She was in a good mood. She had earned 20 points for Gryffindor total today with all the questions she'd answered. She'd managed to avoid a small argument with Ron over his obsession of Quidditch, and whether or not it was healthy. Finishing the morning with a good lunch, she was now on her way to Transfiguration, with Professor McGonogall. She hugged her book to her chest and started walking, wanting to get going.
"Come on guys!" she yelled, turning to see Ron shoving a last potato in his mouth and Harry, slinging his bag over his shoulder. She laughed and turned back around, figuring they'd catch up, when she walked headlong into someone. She was about to apologize when her eyes met with cold silver ones. The apology died in her throat.
"Malfoy." She said, glaring. He glared back at her, then stepped aside and pushed past her. Apparently he was in a hurry. "Well, I hope he keeps it that way." She thought, and ran up the marble staircase, and into the transfiguration classroom, where Professor Mcgonogall looked up from her desk.
"Miss Granger, I'm afraid I have a bit of a favor I need to ask." Setting her book on her desk, Hermione smiled and looked at her teacher.
"Sure, Professor, what can I do?" Professor McGonogall clasped her hands together and looked at Hermione over her spectacles.
"Miss Granger, I would like you to tutor another student for me. This particular student is in serious danger of failing the year. I was hoping you'd help him pick his grades up. I would be willing to provide you with materials you might need, and I will give you extra credit if you would. "
"Of course, I will, Professor. Who is it? Do I know them?"
"Yes, I believe you do. You will meet the student today, later. Come see me after class." Hermione went to her seat and sat down, watching the rest of the students piling into the classroom. Harry and Ron emerged from the crowd and walked over to her.
"Hey, Hermoine, why did you leave us like that?" Ron huffed. Hermione shrugged.
"Guess what? Professor McGonogall wants me to tutor someone. Harry looked up from searching for an available quill in his bag.
"Really? Who is it?" Harry asked.
"Tutor? Why in the world would you want to tutor a stupid git?" asked Ron, polite as usual. Choosing to ignore him, Hermione looked at Harry and said,
"I don't know who it is. I'm meeting them today. When I find out, I'll tell you." Satisfied, she turned back to face the front and began to take notes.
***
"Now class, point your wand at the petals and say, 'Surucio!'" ordered Professor Mcgonogall.
"Surucio!" echoed the class.
"Surucio," said Hermione quietly, concentrating, her wand tip hovering a few inches away from the rose petals. A moment later, a small pile of rosemary lay neatly on her desk.
"Excellent, Miss Granger. 10 points to Gryffindor." Hermione smiled. Harry and Ron beamed at her.
"You may want to keep your rosemary, it can be used for several potions." Said Professor McGonogall. A second later, the bell rang. Hermione packed up her things and caught sight of Harry and Ron waiting for her at the door. She waved at them, gesturing for them to go,
"Go on, I'll catch up." She yelled.
"Okay, see you Hermione!" said Ron.
"Bye Hermione, and hurry up!" Harry shouted, and they both joined the swarm of people sweeping up the marble staircase.
***
Draco struggled to move forward, pushing through the mass of people moving in the opposite direction. He shoved a couple of first years out of the way, ignoring their insults and protests. Ever since McGonogall had talked to him this morning, he'd been thinking about this tutoring thing. He'd managed to make himself to think that it wouldn't be so bad. He would pick his grades up, and, if it was so bad, he'd.do something. "So I didn't get that far. But.let's just see. Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe."
A/N: This takes place during 5th year, it will never happen, and this IS NOT A ROMANCE FIC!!! Just read, okay?
The Teacher of a Dragon By Shadowblossom
***
Draco Malfoy sat quietly, staring out the window, wishing with all his heart that he could be out on the grounds, sitting under a tree near the lake, with some food taken from the kitchens, maybe reading a good book..but, no. He was stuck in Transfiguration just now. He had pulled out some parchment, and occasionally he scratched something down with his quill to make it look like he was taking notes. He was just wondering what he would eat for lunch when a sharp voice cut across his thoughts.
"Mr. Malfoy? Would you care to answer the question?"
He searched his recent memories for the question. But he had no such luck.
"Er.sorry Professor, what did you ask?"
Most of the class around him snickered. "Stupid people," he thought absentmindedly, before turning his attention back to McGonogall.
"If you remember, Malfoy, we were turning roses into rosemary. What properties apply to rosemary?" she asked curtly, arms crossed in front of her, tapping her foot, clearly annoyed. Draco had no idea whatsoever. Rosemary? So, he looked her straight in the eye and said clearly:
"I don't know, Professor." More snickers.
"It figures. Normally, when answering a question, it helps to pay attention. She said, looking down her sharp nose at him. "Malfoy, see me after class."
"Great, I probably have detention. Wonderful." Draco thought as McGonogall started to tell them the answer to the question. His insides twisted. Somehow, he knew, his father would find out. He always did. His father liked to check up on him, making sure he knew what Draco was up to, and constantly nagged him about his grades. Some rubbish about, "upholding the Malfoy name." Draco admired his father very much, but sometimes, in his opinion, his father went a little overboard. The bell suddenly rang, and Draco put his books and parchment away, and trudged slowly up to McGonogall's desk.
"Professor?" he asked, looking at the stern woman's profile.
"Yes, Malfoy," she said, turning to him," I have been talking to Professor Snape and your other teachers. It seems that your grades are in a need of picking up. You do realize that should you fail to do this, you will have to repeat the year."
Draco's head snapped up.
"What? Professor, I can't fail! I just.can't. My-"
"Which is why" She interrupted, "I believe I have come to an answer. You will have another student tutor you. Please report to me after my Gryffindor class at 2:30. That will be all."
Draco nodded to show he understood, the turned and hurried out of the classroom.
***
"Hermione, pass the potatoes."
Hermione, eyes glued to her book, reached to her left, and passed Ron the bowl of boiled potatoes. He scooped four onto his plate, buttered them, and then began to eat as though he hadn't had food in a week.
"Honestly Ron, slow down." She said, and nudged him with her elbow. The black-haired boy across from Hermione laughed.
"Want a shovel?" Harry asked, jokingly. Ron grunted, and continued eating.
The bell rang faintly in the distance, making her tear her eyes from her book for the first time in the last half hour. She was in a good mood. She had earned 20 points for Gryffindor total today with all the questions she'd answered. She'd managed to avoid a small argument with Ron over his obsession of Quidditch, and whether or not it was healthy. Finishing the morning with a good lunch, she was now on her way to Transfiguration, with Professor McGonogall. She hugged her book to her chest and started walking, wanting to get going.
"Come on guys!" she yelled, turning to see Ron shoving a last potato in his mouth and Harry, slinging his bag over his shoulder. She laughed and turned back around, figuring they'd catch up, when she walked headlong into someone. She was about to apologize when her eyes met with cold silver ones. The apology died in her throat.
"Malfoy." She said, glaring. He glared back at her, then stepped aside and pushed past her. Apparently he was in a hurry. "Well, I hope he keeps it that way." She thought, and ran up the marble staircase, and into the transfiguration classroom, where Professor Mcgonogall looked up from her desk.
"Miss Granger, I'm afraid I have a bit of a favor I need to ask." Setting her book on her desk, Hermione smiled and looked at her teacher.
"Sure, Professor, what can I do?" Professor McGonogall clasped her hands together and looked at Hermione over her spectacles.
"Miss Granger, I would like you to tutor another student for me. This particular student is in serious danger of failing the year. I was hoping you'd help him pick his grades up. I would be willing to provide you with materials you might need, and I will give you extra credit if you would. "
"Of course, I will, Professor. Who is it? Do I know them?"
"Yes, I believe you do. You will meet the student today, later. Come see me after class." Hermione went to her seat and sat down, watching the rest of the students piling into the classroom. Harry and Ron emerged from the crowd and walked over to her.
"Hey, Hermoine, why did you leave us like that?" Ron huffed. Hermione shrugged.
"Guess what? Professor McGonogall wants me to tutor someone. Harry looked up from searching for an available quill in his bag.
"Really? Who is it?" Harry asked.
"Tutor? Why in the world would you want to tutor a stupid git?" asked Ron, polite as usual. Choosing to ignore him, Hermione looked at Harry and said,
"I don't know who it is. I'm meeting them today. When I find out, I'll tell you." Satisfied, she turned back to face the front and began to take notes.
***
"Now class, point your wand at the petals and say, 'Surucio!'" ordered Professor Mcgonogall.
"Surucio!" echoed the class.
"Surucio," said Hermione quietly, concentrating, her wand tip hovering a few inches away from the rose petals. A moment later, a small pile of rosemary lay neatly on her desk.
"Excellent, Miss Granger. 10 points to Gryffindor." Hermione smiled. Harry and Ron beamed at her.
"You may want to keep your rosemary, it can be used for several potions." Said Professor McGonogall. A second later, the bell rang. Hermione packed up her things and caught sight of Harry and Ron waiting for her at the door. She waved at them, gesturing for them to go,
"Go on, I'll catch up." She yelled.
"Okay, see you Hermione!" said Ron.
"Bye Hermione, and hurry up!" Harry shouted, and they both joined the swarm of people sweeping up the marble staircase.
***
Draco struggled to move forward, pushing through the mass of people moving in the opposite direction. He shoved a couple of first years out of the way, ignoring their insults and protests. Ever since McGonogall had talked to him this morning, he'd been thinking about this tutoring thing. He'd managed to make himself to think that it wouldn't be so bad. He would pick his grades up, and, if it was so bad, he'd.do something. "So I didn't get that far. But.let's just see. Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe."