A/N: Hiya everyone! This is actually a semi-update, because although there
are no new chapters, I spent my time to edit this one; since it used to be
so horrible. Hehe.
BIG ANNOUNCEMENT! READ EVERYONE!: Chapter three will be up by Thursday, Thanksgiving! I already have it written; I just need to post now. ^-^ Yay! Cheer for me! Hehehehe.
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Chapter 1
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To my dearest, cleverest, most-beloved son, Draco Malfoy:
Hello darling! Have you missed me, your poor, poor mother who so wishes to see you? In fact, I would come to Hogwarts right now and take you home, but that wouldn't do well with your pride, which you are so adamant to protect would it.which brings me to the point of this letter. If you are so damn protective of that pride of yours, why is it that you have FAILED ARITHMANCY?!?!?! YOU IDIOTIC, PIG-HEADED SON OF MINE, HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A STUPID THING? YOUR TEACHER --WROTE-- TO ME!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW THAT HURTS MY HEART? TO HAVE A TEACHER WRITE TO ME TELLING ME MY SON IS FAILING HER COURSE? DO YOU? DO YOU? YOU BRING YOUR GRADES UP BY NEXT WEEK, YOU HEAR? IF YOU DON'T, I WILL ENSURE THAT YOU ARE BROUGHT HOME FROM THAT SCHOOL AND TRAINED BY ME PERSONALLY, AFTER HUMILIATING YOU BEFORE YOUR FRIENDS BY TELLING THEM OF THIS FAILING! IF YOUR PROFESSOR EVER WRITES AGAIN-! Anyway, remember that I will always love you.
-Mother
Draco Malfoy, adept of Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Divination, and Botany was, in fact, failing in Arithmancy, and therefore, was in no position to defend himself against any of his mother's accusations.
However, it was it was in his most sincere opinion that he had done nothing wrong at all! He is a Malfoy, and Malfoys are expected only to excel in that which concerns magic, and as you can see, Arithmancy has -nothing- to do with magic. Thus, it should be of no consequence to him should he fail said subject.
Obviously, his mother did not possess the same views. Magical or not magical, Arithmancy was a class, and he will at least get an A in it. (He was currently at a T.)
With a deep sigh of annoyance, the handsome, silvery-blonde-haired Slytherin crumpled the not-so-comforting letter and stuffed it in his bag, and it was at this precise moment that he spotted the oh-so-famous Potter trio strolling into the overcrowded breakfast hall.
It briefly occurred to Malfoy that if the three mentioned should come across this letter...suffice it to say, he would have no face whatsoever to come back to Hogwarts. It was a frightening thought, for though Draco did not love Hogwarts, he -did- hate to lose face. Angered deeply by just the thought of such a horrifying future, he worked his expression into an ugly sneer, he grabbed his bag and left the breakfast table, making sure to 'accidentally' bump into Weasley as he did so.
"Watch it, Weasel! You wouldn't want points deducted for your misdemeanor would you?" asked Malfoy tauntingly in a smooth voice.
With a small laugh, he walked on, listening to Ron's growls of anger and Harry's words of soothing. Boy, did it feel better to have that over with. For some reason, the mere act aggravating the two boys made him happy.
Smirking, Malfoy took a few more steps to the door, and it was then that he realized something was missing. Something that isn't missed often...something like...Hermione Granger's voice.
And indeed, he couldn't hear her yells or threats at all for his unkindly act towards
Ron.
"All the better if she shuts her big mouth," he thought, letting the smile slide off his face as he thought jealously of her perfect grades.
The thought only brought his mind back to the problem at hand; his horrible grades in Arithmancy. How in the world is he going to bring them up? For that matter...
In fact, so enraptured in thought and misery was Draco that he didn't notice anyone was following him until reaching halfway to his next classroom, and then, only because he realized he had forgotten something and turned around abruptly before his stalker could hide.
"Well, well," he murmured smoothly. "If it isn't the mudblood! I suggest you stay away from me; I would hardly enjoy getting your filth on me!"
Hermione Granger shrugged and folded her arms.
"Hey, I'm not doing this for myself or anything. Anyway, I'll meet you at the library tonight at five. Bring -only- books concerning the subject, and nothing weird. If I find anything that might harm me, the deal's off!" she said through clenched teeth
She then stalked off without another word, leaving Malfoy confused and speechless.
"-What- in the world was that?" he wondered to himself, briefly contemplating chasing after her. But no, that wouldn't do well with his image. "Ch! That made no sense whatsoever! Who stalks up, speaks gibberish, then runs away without explaining? WHO? Oh, wait a minute...-I- get it! She must be asking me on a date!"
He snickered. So even the Mudblood has fallen to his charms! But what an idiot! Who would ask someone on a date at the -library-?
*In Arithmancy Class*
"So basically, to find the total angle measurement of the interior of a polygon, take the number of sides, subtract two, multiply it by."
Malfoy yawned as the teachers droned on and on about angle measurements. Yes, he did try to pay attention, but it was just too boring. It had -nothing- to do with magic! It's not like he wanted to work at the bank or anything...
Instead, his brain wandered back to Hermione. It was true that she had grown quite pretty over the years; her hair was less curly, her teeth were fixed, and her body and filled out nicely. He had noticed an increased amount of admirers for this once nameless girl.
Not that he took particularly care to notice this, because no matter how pretty Granger gets, she's still a Mudblood and she's going to stay a Mudblood, and therefore of no rank to get close to him. She must be dreaming if she thought he would show up at their date!
"Maybe I will," he thought silently, amused. "It might be fun to play with her for a while, then leave her crying. Hmm...she'd probably run to Weasel for comfort. Heh."
"And your homework tonight will be page 186 on the calculations of interior and exterior angles of polygons. Have a nice day everyone! Oh yes, Malfoy, stay behind a bit; I need to talk to you," concluded the professor as she took a sip of water.
Malfoy sighed as he ran a hand through his golden hair. As if a whole class of this wasn't enough, she just had to have him stay behind didn't she?
On the whole though, Professor Ridley wasn't as bad as their last teacher for this subject. She was quite funny sometimes actually; the times when she mixed things up totally and completely, thus throwing off the class and unable to give them homework.
"What is it Professor?" he asked as he casually strolled up to her desk.
She smiled kindly at him...or was it? That smile seemed a little...twisted somehow...
"You realize that your recent grades in my class haven't been the most...pleasing?" she asked?
"Oh no, not at all," he thought sarcastically. "Just that my mum's about to send me a howler because of it...nope, grades have been very pleasing." Out loud, he said, "Yeah. Um...is there going to be any extra credit?"
"Now, you know very well I don't give out extra credit. My tests have been more than fair, yet you fail every single one! I have decided that you need to bring more attention to this subject."
Malfoy shuffled about his feet uncomfortably. Not more homework, right?
As if reading his thoughts, Professor Ridley said, "No, I will not punish you with homework, because I saw in the first two minutes of class, you tried to concentrate. That's effort. Yesterday, you only managed one and a half."
"Does she time me or something?" he wondered vaguely to himself. But then he asked, "Er...what is it that you have in mind, Professor?"
Now her smile was truly wicked; he could tell.
"I have decided that you need a tutor. A good tutor. A Hermione Granger tutor," she finished decisively.
Malfoy stared at her. This couldn't be happening? Yeah, he was failing, and that didn't please his mum, but being taught by a Mudblood?!?! A Mudblood that's asking him on a date to the library-oh wait, that must have been a study session.
"Please, no," he said softly. "I'll try extra hard! Give a chance!"
"Are you begging, Malfoy?" asked the Professor with a cruel look.
With disgust, he realized he was. Malfoys -do not- beg. Making his expression aloof and indifferent, he said, "Very well. I'll have the Mud- girl for a tutor...for how long?"
"As long as it takes you to improve in my class! When you get an E like her, I'll let you off the hook."
"An E?! But...I only need an A to pass!" he protested.
The professor shrugged.
"I expect an E out of you. Snape's been going on about how I must suck as a teacher, because you're doing fine in his class. We can't have that, now can we? You'll get an E, and that's that."
"Selfish," he muttered under his breath.
"Yup, I'm selfish," replied the Professor with a wink. "Still, I believe the first study session is today at five. Run along to lunch now!"
Malfoy grabbed his book bag and stomped out of the room. Oh, he'll go to the lesson all right...just because she has all those other nice admirers doesn't mean he's going to drool at her feet...wait a minute? Of course he wasn't going to drool at her feet! What a silly thought!
"She'll be my teacher, but I'll make her teaching hell," he thought viciously.
Well...so they all say. Then when they fall in love, they don't know what's hit them. But that's later...
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End of Chapter 1
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A/N: Yeah, I didn't change much plot-wise. I'll go back to edit chapter two when I finish chapter 4. ^-^ ^-^ ^-^
B.S.G.
BIG ANNOUNCEMENT! READ EVERYONE!: Chapter three will be up by Thursday, Thanksgiving! I already have it written; I just need to post now. ^-^ Yay! Cheer for me! Hehehehe.
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Chapter 1
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To my dearest, cleverest, most-beloved son, Draco Malfoy:
Hello darling! Have you missed me, your poor, poor mother who so wishes to see you? In fact, I would come to Hogwarts right now and take you home, but that wouldn't do well with your pride, which you are so adamant to protect would it.which brings me to the point of this letter. If you are so damn protective of that pride of yours, why is it that you have FAILED ARITHMANCY?!?!?! YOU IDIOTIC, PIG-HEADED SON OF MINE, HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A STUPID THING? YOUR TEACHER --WROTE-- TO ME!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW THAT HURTS MY HEART? TO HAVE A TEACHER WRITE TO ME TELLING ME MY SON IS FAILING HER COURSE? DO YOU? DO YOU? YOU BRING YOUR GRADES UP BY NEXT WEEK, YOU HEAR? IF YOU DON'T, I WILL ENSURE THAT YOU ARE BROUGHT HOME FROM THAT SCHOOL AND TRAINED BY ME PERSONALLY, AFTER HUMILIATING YOU BEFORE YOUR FRIENDS BY TELLING THEM OF THIS FAILING! IF YOUR PROFESSOR EVER WRITES AGAIN-! Anyway, remember that I will always love you.
-Mother
Draco Malfoy, adept of Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Divination, and Botany was, in fact, failing in Arithmancy, and therefore, was in no position to defend himself against any of his mother's accusations.
However, it was it was in his most sincere opinion that he had done nothing wrong at all! He is a Malfoy, and Malfoys are expected only to excel in that which concerns magic, and as you can see, Arithmancy has -nothing- to do with magic. Thus, it should be of no consequence to him should he fail said subject.
Obviously, his mother did not possess the same views. Magical or not magical, Arithmancy was a class, and he will at least get an A in it. (He was currently at a T.)
With a deep sigh of annoyance, the handsome, silvery-blonde-haired Slytherin crumpled the not-so-comforting letter and stuffed it in his bag, and it was at this precise moment that he spotted the oh-so-famous Potter trio strolling into the overcrowded breakfast hall.
It briefly occurred to Malfoy that if the three mentioned should come across this letter...suffice it to say, he would have no face whatsoever to come back to Hogwarts. It was a frightening thought, for though Draco did not love Hogwarts, he -did- hate to lose face. Angered deeply by just the thought of such a horrifying future, he worked his expression into an ugly sneer, he grabbed his bag and left the breakfast table, making sure to 'accidentally' bump into Weasley as he did so.
"Watch it, Weasel! You wouldn't want points deducted for your misdemeanor would you?" asked Malfoy tauntingly in a smooth voice.
With a small laugh, he walked on, listening to Ron's growls of anger and Harry's words of soothing. Boy, did it feel better to have that over with. For some reason, the mere act aggravating the two boys made him happy.
Smirking, Malfoy took a few more steps to the door, and it was then that he realized something was missing. Something that isn't missed often...something like...Hermione Granger's voice.
And indeed, he couldn't hear her yells or threats at all for his unkindly act towards
Ron.
"All the better if she shuts her big mouth," he thought, letting the smile slide off his face as he thought jealously of her perfect grades.
The thought only brought his mind back to the problem at hand; his horrible grades in Arithmancy. How in the world is he going to bring them up? For that matter...
In fact, so enraptured in thought and misery was Draco that he didn't notice anyone was following him until reaching halfway to his next classroom, and then, only because he realized he had forgotten something and turned around abruptly before his stalker could hide.
"Well, well," he murmured smoothly. "If it isn't the mudblood! I suggest you stay away from me; I would hardly enjoy getting your filth on me!"
Hermione Granger shrugged and folded her arms.
"Hey, I'm not doing this for myself or anything. Anyway, I'll meet you at the library tonight at five. Bring -only- books concerning the subject, and nothing weird. If I find anything that might harm me, the deal's off!" she said through clenched teeth
She then stalked off without another word, leaving Malfoy confused and speechless.
"-What- in the world was that?" he wondered to himself, briefly contemplating chasing after her. But no, that wouldn't do well with his image. "Ch! That made no sense whatsoever! Who stalks up, speaks gibberish, then runs away without explaining? WHO? Oh, wait a minute...-I- get it! She must be asking me on a date!"
He snickered. So even the Mudblood has fallen to his charms! But what an idiot! Who would ask someone on a date at the -library-?
*In Arithmancy Class*
"So basically, to find the total angle measurement of the interior of a polygon, take the number of sides, subtract two, multiply it by."
Malfoy yawned as the teachers droned on and on about angle measurements. Yes, he did try to pay attention, but it was just too boring. It had -nothing- to do with magic! It's not like he wanted to work at the bank or anything...
Instead, his brain wandered back to Hermione. It was true that she had grown quite pretty over the years; her hair was less curly, her teeth were fixed, and her body and filled out nicely. He had noticed an increased amount of admirers for this once nameless girl.
Not that he took particularly care to notice this, because no matter how pretty Granger gets, she's still a Mudblood and she's going to stay a Mudblood, and therefore of no rank to get close to him. She must be dreaming if she thought he would show up at their date!
"Maybe I will," he thought silently, amused. "It might be fun to play with her for a while, then leave her crying. Hmm...she'd probably run to Weasel for comfort. Heh."
"And your homework tonight will be page 186 on the calculations of interior and exterior angles of polygons. Have a nice day everyone! Oh yes, Malfoy, stay behind a bit; I need to talk to you," concluded the professor as she took a sip of water.
Malfoy sighed as he ran a hand through his golden hair. As if a whole class of this wasn't enough, she just had to have him stay behind didn't she?
On the whole though, Professor Ridley wasn't as bad as their last teacher for this subject. She was quite funny sometimes actually; the times when she mixed things up totally and completely, thus throwing off the class and unable to give them homework.
"What is it Professor?" he asked as he casually strolled up to her desk.
She smiled kindly at him...or was it? That smile seemed a little...twisted somehow...
"You realize that your recent grades in my class haven't been the most...pleasing?" she asked?
"Oh no, not at all," he thought sarcastically. "Just that my mum's about to send me a howler because of it...nope, grades have been very pleasing." Out loud, he said, "Yeah. Um...is there going to be any extra credit?"
"Now, you know very well I don't give out extra credit. My tests have been more than fair, yet you fail every single one! I have decided that you need to bring more attention to this subject."
Malfoy shuffled about his feet uncomfortably. Not more homework, right?
As if reading his thoughts, Professor Ridley said, "No, I will not punish you with homework, because I saw in the first two minutes of class, you tried to concentrate. That's effort. Yesterday, you only managed one and a half."
"Does she time me or something?" he wondered vaguely to himself. But then he asked, "Er...what is it that you have in mind, Professor?"
Now her smile was truly wicked; he could tell.
"I have decided that you need a tutor. A good tutor. A Hermione Granger tutor," she finished decisively.
Malfoy stared at her. This couldn't be happening? Yeah, he was failing, and that didn't please his mum, but being taught by a Mudblood?!?! A Mudblood that's asking him on a date to the library-oh wait, that must have been a study session.
"Please, no," he said softly. "I'll try extra hard! Give a chance!"
"Are you begging, Malfoy?" asked the Professor with a cruel look.
With disgust, he realized he was. Malfoys -do not- beg. Making his expression aloof and indifferent, he said, "Very well. I'll have the Mud- girl for a tutor...for how long?"
"As long as it takes you to improve in my class! When you get an E like her, I'll let you off the hook."
"An E?! But...I only need an A to pass!" he protested.
The professor shrugged.
"I expect an E out of you. Snape's been going on about how I must suck as a teacher, because you're doing fine in his class. We can't have that, now can we? You'll get an E, and that's that."
"Selfish," he muttered under his breath.
"Yup, I'm selfish," replied the Professor with a wink. "Still, I believe the first study session is today at five. Run along to lunch now!"
Malfoy grabbed his book bag and stomped out of the room. Oh, he'll go to the lesson all right...just because she has all those other nice admirers doesn't mean he's going to drool at her feet...wait a minute? Of course he wasn't going to drool at her feet! What a silly thought!
"She'll be my teacher, but I'll make her teaching hell," he thought viciously.
Well...so they all say. Then when they fall in love, they don't know what's hit them. But that's later...
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End of Chapter 1
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A/N: Yeah, I didn't change much plot-wise. I'll go back to edit chapter two when I finish chapter 4. ^-^ ^-^ ^-^
B.S.G.