Disclaimer: I own nothing, obviously, cept for my plot, which I'm not
even sure is mine. T_T Oh, well..And if I owned these guys, do you
honestly think I would be writing fanfiction?
Draco finally reached the classroom where he found several
Gryffindors he recognized. There was Patil, Finnigan, Thomas, and a
moment later, Potter and Weasley. He noticed that Granger wasn't with
them. Weasley looked mildly surprised, and Potter glared, shooting
daggers. Draco sneered, then shrugged, and shifted his gaze away.
He continued to shove Gryffindors away until he reached the doorframe,
and pulled himself to the interior of the classroom. The only person
left in there was mudblood Granger. He glanced at her briefly, and
then continued to McGonogall's desk.
"Yes, Professor?" he drawled dully. He noticed Granger, recognizing
the voice, looked up from cramming a large book in her bag. She zipped
up her bag, and slung over her shoulder, coming up behind him.
"Professor?" she asked softly. Draco's eyes widened as the thought hit
him. No way. No way in-
Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy," she paused, and Draco was sure of two
things. One, she was trying to suppress a smile, which infuriated him,
as he saw nothing funny, and two, that each and every one of his
nerves was shredding itself in pieces. She looked at them both, and
said, "Miss Granger, this is the student whom I would like you to
tutor. Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger will be the one tutoring you.
Granger, if you happen to need anything, please come to me, and I will
do my best to supply it. Malfoy, I simply suggest you learn as much as
you can from her."
She stood, and gathered her books in here arms, and said to them,
"Now, I have business to attend to, if you would kindly follow me out,
I will leave you two to sort out a plan." For a moment, the two of
them stood there, both at a loss for words. Hurrying out of the
classroom, the watched McGonogall's retreating back before it rounded
the corner. Still speechless, the two turned to each other, mouths
slightly open.
"Wha-uh-" Draco sputtered, and then ran his hands back through his
hair. "Bloody hell."
Hermione simply glared at him.
"Too right, bloody hell. This is all your fault you know."
"What?! How?!"
"If you hadn't dropped your bloody grades, I wouldn't be stuck
tutoring you!!" she opened her mouth to say more, but in the end just
took a deep breath, trying to regain her self-control, and not go
combustive on Malfoy in the middle of the corridor. I'll do that
later.. "Okay, Malfoy, I need you to get everyone out of your common
room tonight at 8 o' clock..." Draco opened his mouth to protest, then
ask why, but instead what came out was:
"And what makes you think I'm gonna let a filthy mudblood like you
teach me?" Instantly, he wished he'd said nothing. For a second he
thought he saw hurt flicker in the back of her eyes, but that wasn't
his reason for wanting to have shut up. She whipped her wand out of
her robes and had it's tip almost touching his throat.
"Call me mudblood again, Malfoy, and I'll let you fail the year. I can
teach you the wrong information, and I will. And you'll fail the year.
Understand? I'll tutor you, but if you don't want to cooperate, I
can't.and won't.help you. So I suggest you make up your mind." Slowly
she removed her wand, and stuck it back into her pockets.
"Alright, I'll quit.for now. Anyway, why do you need everyone
out?" he asked. All she did was grin mysteriously (and rather
dangerously, Draco thought) in return, then she turned around and
hurried away. Draco sighed, cursing the any heavenly being he could
think of.
"Honestly, what did I do to deserve this?"
As soon as Hermione rounded the corner, she dropped her evil grin and
the thought that crossed her mind over and over again was: What in the
world am I going to do? She took another deep breath to clear her
mind. Okay, Hermione, you need to talk to someone; go find Harry and
Ron, she thought. She nodded at her own advice, and with that, ran up
two staircases, behind a tapestry of a goblin, and scrambled up
another set of stairs where she emerged in front of the Fat Lady's
portrait.
"Password?" the Fat Lady squawked.
"Oddment." she panted, and climbed through the portrait hole.
There were people laughing and talking, doing their homework.
People were laughing at the twins, doing various jokes, and as
Hermione glanced at them, they turned Lee Jordan's hair acid
green. Lee was pretending to choke Fred to find out what was so
funny, while George fell on the floor, laughing.
Hermione smiled, and circled the common room twice, looking for
her friends but they were nowhere to be found. She walked over
to George and since he was still on the floor, she nudged him
with her foot.
"George, where are Ron and Harry?" she asked. Between laughs, he
managed to choke out "I think they're-in- their dorm." She
nodded and thanked him, and then was halfway-up the boys'
dormitory stairs before she turned around. Yes.there was Seamus,
and Neville.and Dean was over there. That meant they were alone,
good. She didn't want to bust in on them with the others in
there. She opened the door at the top of the stairs, and walked
in, shutting it quietly behind her.
Harry was stretched out on his bed, an open book perched on his
knees, and was reading, while Ron talked endlessly about
something the Taraponto Tree Skimmers had done last Quidditch
Season.
"Guys?" Hermione asked quietly. Both of them jerked their heads
up. Ron grinned. "Hi Hermione!" he said cheerfully. Harry smiled
too. "Hi Hermione, whatcha doing here?" Before she answered,
she looked for a place to sit. Two of the empty beds were
unmade, and though Dean's was made up, it had a funny smell
radiating from it.
So she went to Ron's bed, which was the closest. He scooted to
the side to make room for her, and she sat down on the end. She
positioned herself to face them both, then said, "I.figured out
who I'm tutoring.it's." but she couldn't finish the sentence.
"Who?" said Harry, one eyebrow raised curiously over his
glasses. Hermione sighed.
"Malfoy."
A/N::: Well, how did you like that? I have to thank Cygna Apodis
for bugging me so badly otherwise this chapter may have never
been posted, and to all you kind people who reviewed. (sniff)
Thanks so much! How will Harry and Ron react when they find
that Hermione is stuck tutoring the evilest kid in school? How
will Draco cope with the fact that he has to learn from the foul-
blooded genius? And why of all questions is Hermione emptying
out the Slytherin common room? Find out in the next chapter!!
Oh yes, and you guys will only get my next chapter for 7
reviews. Thanks!
even sure is mine. T_T Oh, well..And if I owned these guys, do you
honestly think I would be writing fanfiction?
Draco finally reached the classroom where he found several
Gryffindors he recognized. There was Patil, Finnigan, Thomas, and a
moment later, Potter and Weasley. He noticed that Granger wasn't with
them. Weasley looked mildly surprised, and Potter glared, shooting
daggers. Draco sneered, then shrugged, and shifted his gaze away.
He continued to shove Gryffindors away until he reached the doorframe,
and pulled himself to the interior of the classroom. The only person
left in there was mudblood Granger. He glanced at her briefly, and
then continued to McGonogall's desk.
"Yes, Professor?" he drawled dully. He noticed Granger, recognizing
the voice, looked up from cramming a large book in her bag. She zipped
up her bag, and slung over her shoulder, coming up behind him.
"Professor?" she asked softly. Draco's eyes widened as the thought hit
him. No way. No way in-
Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy," she paused, and Draco was sure of two
things. One, she was trying to suppress a smile, which infuriated him,
as he saw nothing funny, and two, that each and every one of his
nerves was shredding itself in pieces. She looked at them both, and
said, "Miss Granger, this is the student whom I would like you to
tutor. Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger will be the one tutoring you.
Granger, if you happen to need anything, please come to me, and I will
do my best to supply it. Malfoy, I simply suggest you learn as much as
you can from her."
She stood, and gathered her books in here arms, and said to them,
"Now, I have business to attend to, if you would kindly follow me out,
I will leave you two to sort out a plan." For a moment, the two of
them stood there, both at a loss for words. Hurrying out of the
classroom, the watched McGonogall's retreating back before it rounded
the corner. Still speechless, the two turned to each other, mouths
slightly open.
"Wha-uh-" Draco sputtered, and then ran his hands back through his
hair. "Bloody hell."
Hermione simply glared at him.
"Too right, bloody hell. This is all your fault you know."
"What?! How?!"
"If you hadn't dropped your bloody grades, I wouldn't be stuck
tutoring you!!" she opened her mouth to say more, but in the end just
took a deep breath, trying to regain her self-control, and not go
combustive on Malfoy in the middle of the corridor. I'll do that
later.. "Okay, Malfoy, I need you to get everyone out of your common
room tonight at 8 o' clock..." Draco opened his mouth to protest, then
ask why, but instead what came out was:
"And what makes you think I'm gonna let a filthy mudblood like you
teach me?" Instantly, he wished he'd said nothing. For a second he
thought he saw hurt flicker in the back of her eyes, but that wasn't
his reason for wanting to have shut up. She whipped her wand out of
her robes and had it's tip almost touching his throat.
"Call me mudblood again, Malfoy, and I'll let you fail the year. I can
teach you the wrong information, and I will. And you'll fail the year.
Understand? I'll tutor you, but if you don't want to cooperate, I
can't.and won't.help you. So I suggest you make up your mind." Slowly
she removed her wand, and stuck it back into her pockets.
"Alright, I'll quit.for now. Anyway, why do you need everyone
out?" he asked. All she did was grin mysteriously (and rather
dangerously, Draco thought) in return, then she turned around and
hurried away. Draco sighed, cursing the any heavenly being he could
think of.
"Honestly, what did I do to deserve this?"
As soon as Hermione rounded the corner, she dropped her evil grin and
the thought that crossed her mind over and over again was: What in the
world am I going to do? She took another deep breath to clear her
mind. Okay, Hermione, you need to talk to someone; go find Harry and
Ron, she thought. She nodded at her own advice, and with that, ran up
two staircases, behind a tapestry of a goblin, and scrambled up
another set of stairs where she emerged in front of the Fat Lady's
portrait.
"Password?" the Fat Lady squawked.
"Oddment." she panted, and climbed through the portrait hole.
There were people laughing and talking, doing their homework.
People were laughing at the twins, doing various jokes, and as
Hermione glanced at them, they turned Lee Jordan's hair acid
green. Lee was pretending to choke Fred to find out what was so
funny, while George fell on the floor, laughing.
Hermione smiled, and circled the common room twice, looking for
her friends but they were nowhere to be found. She walked over
to George and since he was still on the floor, she nudged him
with her foot.
"George, where are Ron and Harry?" she asked. Between laughs, he
managed to choke out "I think they're-in- their dorm." She
nodded and thanked him, and then was halfway-up the boys'
dormitory stairs before she turned around. Yes.there was Seamus,
and Neville.and Dean was over there. That meant they were alone,
good. She didn't want to bust in on them with the others in
there. She opened the door at the top of the stairs, and walked
in, shutting it quietly behind her.
Harry was stretched out on his bed, an open book perched on his
knees, and was reading, while Ron talked endlessly about
something the Taraponto Tree Skimmers had done last Quidditch
Season.
"Guys?" Hermione asked quietly. Both of them jerked their heads
up. Ron grinned. "Hi Hermione!" he said cheerfully. Harry smiled
too. "Hi Hermione, whatcha doing here?" Before she answered,
she looked for a place to sit. Two of the empty beds were
unmade, and though Dean's was made up, it had a funny smell
radiating from it.
So she went to Ron's bed, which was the closest. He scooted to
the side to make room for her, and she sat down on the end. She
positioned herself to face them both, then said, "I.figured out
who I'm tutoring.it's." but she couldn't finish the sentence.
"Who?" said Harry, one eyebrow raised curiously over his
glasses. Hermione sighed.
"Malfoy."
A/N::: Well, how did you like that? I have to thank Cygna Apodis
for bugging me so badly otherwise this chapter may have never
been posted, and to all you kind people who reviewed. (sniff)
Thanks so much! How will Harry and Ron react when they find
that Hermione is stuck tutoring the evilest kid in school? How
will Draco cope with the fact that he has to learn from the foul-
blooded genius? And why of all questions is Hermione emptying
out the Slytherin common room? Find out in the next chapter!!
Oh yes, and you guys will only get my next chapter for 7
reviews. Thanks!