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Chapter 4

Malfoys Tutor.

The dark room became even darker once Harry opened his eyes, holding his leg which was acheing with pain he tried to stand up but was unable to hold his balence. Looking around, he didn't feel any familiairty with this place. It looked quite like a dungeon. Almost as cold and scary as the halls leading to Slytherin common room or Professor Snapes classroom. Harry wondered if that is where he was. But as he looked around, it was clear that he was somewhere else. Somewhere outside of Hogwarts. Finally getting the strength to stand up, he held onto the wall for support and began walking to what looked like a door. There was a tiny hole that he could see through. Peering through it, all he could see was flames and a distant image.

He was about to yell for help when he's head suddenly started to hurt. He let go of the wall and fell backwards holding his scar. The burn seemed to get worse and worse until it was so bad that Harry felt tears in his eyes. It was like a massive hangover or migraine. It was awful. Harry felt something levitate him up and then move him out of the dungeon. He opened his eyes for a minute and saw a flash of blonde hair. It looked familiar. His eyes widened when he realised that it was Lucius Malfoy. He tried to move but was too weak. He caught Lucius's eye and it calmed Harry down. He looked worried and didn't look at all dangerous.He was transported somewhere warm and welcoming .It wasn't until he was placed on a bed that he got a good look at where he was. It was the Weasley home. But what was he doing there. He took a look around like he had never been there before, he spotted Lucius Malfoy talking to Mr Weasley and Mrs Weasley was dapping cold water on his forehead. She looked him in the eye and smiled.

"You are going to be fine. You're father brought you here in record time, Draco. Don't worry, we will fix these bruises up quick smart. Just lay back and relax" Mrs Weasley said.

Harry just looked at her like she was crazy then something snapped inside of him. He was suddenly on the other side of the room looking in at the whole commotion. It wasn't him in the bed. It was Draco Malfoy. Lucius was still talking to Mr Weasley and Mrs Weasley was still tending to Draco's wounds. He felt himself being pushed back and everything faded too black like he was being transported through a portkey. The air hit him smack in the face and he shut his eyes tightly. He was spinning around and around until he came crashing down on something hard and lumpy. He heard a scream and then a groan. He jumped up and turned around, it was Ron.

"What the bloody hell are you doing on top of me?" He asked, pulling the covers off himself and standing up.

"Something really weird just happened Ron. Something really really weird." Harry whispered.

"What's wrong, Harry. What happened?" Ron asked, suddenly concerned.

"Get dressed. I will tell you when I tell Hermione and Ginny. Hurry, we must talk to them before breakfast." Harry replied, rushing over and throwing on any old school robe. He grabbed his bag and brushed his hair a bit with his hands. Ron was already downstairs and waiting for Harry. Mention anything to do with food and he's suddenly the first one out the door. He's almost as bad as Crabbe and Goyle. If he didn't play Quidditch, he'd be as big as them too.

Harry caught up with Ron as they made there way down to the Great Hall. Walking in, only a few students were already there. Hermione and Ginny were two of them. Rushing over, Ron sat down quickly and started complaining that he was so hungry his stomach was eating itself. This caught Hermione and Ginny's attention, and they stopped talking. Harry clapped his hands as he sat down and they all stared at him.

"I have something too tell you. I had this weird, well, I don't know if it was a dream or anything. Last thing I remember was having a shower than getting into bed. Ron and I talked about Quidditch a bit then I..." Harry stumbled of the subject and was snapped back into reality by Hermione.

"Harry, just tell us what you want to tell us" She said, staring at him in bewilderment.

Harry told them all his dream in full detail. After he had finished, Hermione and Ginny looked at each-other and Ron gulped loudly.

"So, that's why I woke up with you on top of me. Sorry, mate. I thought you had suddenly turned queer in the night and was raping me." Ron said, a little embarrassed at his comment. Hermione and Ginny looked at him funny, but Harry just laughed.

"No, Ron. I am not queer and have absolutely no intention of raping you. Ever." He replied, he then truned to Hermione and gave her a questionable stare. "What do you think it means, Hermione"

Hermione looked at him for a few seconds then looked at Ginny. Ginny nodded, knowing exactly what Hermione was thinking and Hermione nodded back. She was really confused now. Maybe the dream was apart of Malfoy's plan. But why target Harry. Why not target her. Was he trying to get Harry too believe Malfoy had changed for the good. She didn't know. Looking up at Harry who was staring back at her waiting for an response. She just sighed.

"I don't know, Harry. But, I think it has something to do with Malfoyns plan." She whispered, loud enough for Ron and Harry too hear. They both looked at her weirdly, and she moved closer. From the beginning she told them everything that happened. Since the moment Malfoy walked into the compartment on the train, 'til Harry and Ron came to sit down next to them. Harrys expression changed drastically through the whole story. He was no doubt as confused as Hermione was. Ron's knuckles were turning white and he's face was going red. Ginny rolled her eyes and tried to calm her brother down.

"...and so Ginny and I decided that I should play along with it. Just until I can get some answers out of Malfoy. I was going to tell you, but we wanted to make sure that we weren't just jumping to conclusions." Hermione finished, she waited for Harrys reply. But it never came. He just sat there for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes. He's eyes darted from Ginny, who was slapping Ron over the head and telling him too calm down. Ron, who was cursing Malfoy and thinking of ways to tear him a new one. Then his gaze rested on Hermione, she relaxed as his expression softened and he nodded.

"That's a good plan, Hermione. I am glad that you decided to tell me. Do you think we should tell Dumbledore?"

Hermione shook her head. "I don't think we should. At least, not until we have carried out the first stage of our plan. Once we get some answers then we can go to Dumbledore. Unless, you think it wise to go to him now. We can easily just do it in secret, Dumbledore might be suspicious and he could figure it out eventually. But, that's a risk we'll have to take."

Harry nodded, and thought about it for a moment. Ron was settled down now and started up his complaining of hunger pains. Ginny groaned and called a house-elf. Felix, Dobbys good friend, came to her call and she asked him if they could have breakfast a little earlier. He nodded and a bunch off different assortments appeared in front of them. Ron smiled and started grabbing a bunch of different foods.

"Let's wait. We could be wrong about Malfoy. He could just be going soft." Harry scoffed at his comment and dug into the food before it was all gone. Ron was chucking it into his mouth before he had a chance to swallow it. It was no surprise when he started to choke on his chicken wing, Ginny had too stand up and do the Heimlich maneuver that Hermione had taught them. Ron spit out the chicken wing and thanked Ginny for saving his life, yet again.

Students started to pile in and Hermione kept an eye on the door waiting for Malfoy to walk in. He did, with Pansy on his arm. He caught her stare for a second and then looked away. Harry watched this and when Hermione looked at him she smirked and put a thumbs up. He's worried nature was decreasing. He was glad that he had his friends, he wouldn't know what he would do without them.

After Hermione finished she waved goodbye to Ginny who was again doing the Heimlich maneuver on Ron and again he thanked her for saving his life. Harry watched her leave and then saw Malfoy get up and follow her. He pulled Ron up and chased after them. Hermione was walking to her first class when something pulled her into an empty classroom. She squealed, and felt a hand cover over her mouth. The door shut and she was released. Turning around, she saw Fred and George Weasley. Her mouth flew open and she grabbed her chest.

"What the hell is your problem. Don't do that. You scared the bejesus out of me." Holding her chest, she waited for one of them too speak. They didn't, they just directed her over to a desk and sat down. They pulled out a box and handed it too her. She gestered towards it and they nodded. Smiling, she placed it in her bag. "How many is in there?"

"Three." Said George, he took the money that Hermione handed him and put it in his pocket. "If you need anymore, or anything else let us know."

"We can have it here for you in next to no-time" Fred nodded.

Hermione laughed and stood up. "I can see that. Ginny only sent the letter too you an hour ago and you are already here. How'd you get it so fast"

Fred smirked and George shook his head. "That's our secret. You'll know in good time. Better get off too class. We must be getting back to the shop. First week of Hogwarts is always the busiest time in Diagon Alley."

She nodded, and followed them out of the classroom. Waving goodbye too them, she made her way to Anthient Runes and sat down in her normal spot. All through glass she was grinning too herself. Her plan was going perfectly and it hadn't even started yet. She was going over everything in her head. Over and Over again. She didn't even look up when the teacher called for attention. Everybody else stopped what they were doing and looked up.

"We have a new member in our class, he just transferred from Hogwarts Ministry Studies. Please sit down. Mr Malfoy." Hermione's head snapped up at the sound of his name. "You can sit by yourself or with someone else, if you wish."

There he was. In plain view walking towards her. She looked around and saw that there was plenty of places he could sit but he was still passing all the empty tables and making his way too her at the very back of the classroom. She chose this spot precisely so she can work more on her plan and now it's ruined. He smirked at her and sat at the table in front of hers. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as he turned too her and gestured towards her seat.

"As if I would sit next to you, Mudblood. I have very tight morals." He starting laughing at his pathitic insult, which made Hermione not really make an effort with her comeback.

"Not tight enough if your still screwing Pansy." She replied, laughing at her own pathietic joke that seemed to be better than his by far because he's smirk turned into a growl and he whipped around. Hermione stopped laughing and examined him for a minute. "Pansy is really lucky to have Malfoy as a boyfriend, she thought.

Instantly she started blushing and didn't see that Malfoy had noticed. He had an idea of what she was thinking, checking him out. He was pretty good too look at, espiacially for an ugly Mudblood like Granger who probable will die a virgin like Snape. He knew it would mess her up if he went to sit next to her, so without another thought he grabbed his stuff and quietly took the place right side of Hermione. It took her a few minutes to realise what had happened and she quickly grabbed her notebook and shoved it in her bag. Malfoy watched her with interest.

"Is that your girly little diary Granger. Didn't think you were the type." He teased, trying to grab the book but she locked her bag and sat on it. Hermione didn't reply to what he said. She just continued to copy down the note from the board. Malfoy started doing it as well. Hermione finished well before anybody else and was left to stare into mid-air for a couple of minutes or so. She started thinking more about her plan to flush Malfoy out into the open. Everytime he glanced at her she could tell that he was thinking up ways too woo her. But, it wasn't going to work. They will be playing by her rules. That's when she suddenly figured out what her next step in the plan could be. She stood up and begun walking towards the front of the classroom when she remembered the notebooks. She rushed back and found Malfoy trying to open the lock and get too it. She hit his hand and grabbed her bag. Sticking her tongue out, she continued up too Professor Levatwer.

He smiled at her gratitiously and dropped his pen."Can I help you with anything Miss Granger."

Hermione nodded. "Yes Professor. As you can see I am sitting next to Draco Malfoy and..."

"...and you'd like it if I made him move." Professor Levatwer interrupted, thinking what most people in the class would be thinking. It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that Hermione would rather spew out slugs for the rest of her life then be stuck sitting next to Malfoy. Hermione wasn't going to just move. She was there first. Snapping back, she smiled and shook her head.

"Quite the contrary. I thought maybe he could use some help catching up." She explained, "We are half-way through the runes of Egypt and it would be really hard for Malfoy to understand it all when we are so far ahead. Maybe someone should tutor him. If that's alright with you."

Professor Levatwer looked at Hermione weirdly and tilted his head. She caught onto this and quickly made up a reason for her suggestion. "I am just sick of him interrupting me and asking questions. It's tiresome and I really cannot get any work done."

Professor Levatwer nodded at her response and seemed to believe it. Sure it was a lie, but she didn't want a teacher to figure out her plan. He called Malfoy over to where they were. Hermione was hoping that Malfoy would say he wanted her too tutor him. If he didn't she would just reluctantly volunteer. Malfoys eyes widened once Professor Levatwer told him about Hermiones suggestion. Malfoy nodded.

"I think that be wise. So, who should tutor me. Granger?" Malfoy smirked at her, as she pretended to be really angry at the thought. Professor Levatwer reluctantly agreed and sent the students back to their desks. Hermione stomped back pretending to be really angry. Malfoy got a kick out of this. He had absoloutely no idea that Hermione was laughing inside and thinking of him as such an idiot.

He on the other hand was thinking of himself as a genius, telling himself that she walked into it. Saint Granger. Always trying to do the right thing. Anything too do with school work and she was first hand in the air.

Not this time. Hermione was two steps ahead of him and it made her smile that he was oblivious too see it.

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