Here is the upload I promised, also on the shorter side, but since I gave you another chapter earlier I figure it balances out. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 6: An Offer I Can't Refuse

"How flattering, Dumbledore chose me to help you with potions." Zach said looking over my tutor list. "I disagree with a few of those, but I don't think he wanted to show favoritism to the Gryffindors. I mean there is only one Slytherin on here."

"And that's you." I said, taking a bite out of a piece of toast. "So all powerful one who should be my tutors?"

"Well Hermione Granger could do all, but George Weasley would be perfect with Charms, and I would switch Alphie and Hermione." Zach said. "Why did you even choose divination? It's total BS. Why didn't you take Muggle Studies with me?"

I took the list from him and looked at his suggested changes. "A) I didn't know you when I was choosing my classes and B) I've spent 15 years living as a muggle, not really ready to experience that again. Is there anyway I could cut out all Gryffindor involvement all together?"

"If you want to get caught up, no. I know they say the Ravenclaw is the smartest, but they just value knowledge, it doesn't mean they can apply it." Zach said. "Now I would get those changes done before class. We have Charms first, so get moving."

"Can you come with me?" I asked, not wanting to face the Gryffindors, as Zach got me to call them.

"Nope." He said.

I reluctantly got up and walked over to the Gryffindor table where they were all sitting. Hermione, Harry, Ginny, George and Ron said a small hi, while Fred completely ignored me. Hermione seemed fine with switching subjects as long as she remained on the same schedule and George seemed to warm up after I begged him to help me with charms.

"And Fred you can still help me with flying, right?" I asked, making sure he wasn't too mad at me.

"Yes, but only because Dumbledore asked me to." He said briefly looking up at me then back to his plate.

"You don't have to, you know." I said, trying not to show my irritation through my voice.

"It's fine, just go back to your Slytherin friends." He said coldly.

"It's not my fault that I got sorted into Slytherin, if I had a choice I would be here with you guys, but I don't, so stop acting like such a little bitch and get over yourself." I practically exploded and soon after, regretting every word.

"Get over myself? If you stopped thinking you were so special you might've actually been with us, but you got where you deserved with the arrogant pricks. So stop acting like you're the victim and grow up. Stop blaming all of this on me and start taking some responsibility, " He said just as nastily.

"Fine, I'll see you on Saturday for my lesson. " I turned to everyone else. "My offer still stands if you want a picnic to try different muggle foods. Although I guess I have to warn you that I might have a friend from Slytherin as well, incase your afraid you might get infected with our arrogant pricky-ness." I directed straight at Fred and stormed off.

"Pricky-ness isn't even a word." Fred shouted after me.

"You're not even a word!" I responded, heading over to the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables to make sure they were okay with the changes.

"That doesn't even make sense!" Fred shouted back, but I didn't respond he was now in my past and I was moving on.

Other then the slight fight I had with Fred, the rest of the day went quite swimmingly. Potions went well, in fact I'm pretty sure I made the brew perfectly even though it was said to be really hard and as I predicted it it's my favorite class…so far, but as for everything else, it was obvious I was extremely behind and this year was going to be one of the hardest years of my life. Tutoring was okay from Neville and George, although I was bothered the whole time by the use of books that I had seen in some first year's hands.

The rest of the week went well, although I had more homework and had to spread it across a couple of days and tutoring added extra work load, but I could handle it. Especially since my schedule was set up so I could finish all my homework on Friday in about an hour and have the rest of the evening to relax. So Zach and I walked around the grounds and even to the lake where he taught me to skip stones. Then it was dinner and we also got to talk to Hermione and Ginny because Harry was in detention and Ron was doing homework and decided on exactly where we were going to have the picnic. Then it was to the commons room and bed.

On Saturday we slept in and had our picnic. I brought out my box and Hermione brought the blanket. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were there the whole time, but George and Lee just popped in to grab some food then went to go "work on something", which I guessed was code for "we are going to invent new pranks now." Neville and Luna also made an appearance. Luckily my mom had packed enough food for everyone, she had packed cookies, candies, chips, and soda, which thankfully wasn't shook up too much. Everyone tried a bit of everything except for Harry, who only tried the things that were distinctly American, because he had already had the rest. We sat out there for a good 3 to 4 hours until all the food was gone. I went from the picnic straight to the Quidditch field, where Fred was already waiting.

"You late." He said standing there with his broom in his hand.

"No I'm not." I said. "You were just early."

"No, you're late." He insisted.

"Okay maybe I'm a few minutes late, but that's because I was having fun with my friends." I replied. "So lets get this thing over with.

"Place your broom on the ground," He instructed.

"But if I already have it in my hands the why should I-"

"Just do it." He interrupted me and I placed it right next to me. "Now say up and focus on getting the broom to go in your hands."

"Up." I said and the broom did exactly that into my hand. "Now what?"

"Mount your broom and kick off slightly from the ground, not too far." He said, slightly irritated, but I did what he told me to do as he got on his own broom. "Now which ever way you want your broom to go you have to direct it with your hands, then your speed is dictated by how close you get to the broom. So the straighter you sit the slower you'll go."

He had me rise higher in the air and I did slow laps around the Quidditch field, but after a few it got boring so I slowly got higher and faster seeing how long it would take him to realize that we were reaching the top of the Quidditch seating and going just fast enough that we wouldn't get too dizzy, Answer: about forty minutes. Then he started yelling at me and then dismissed me till next week. I happily left, knowing I would get to rant about this to Zach.

"He's just such an ass, you know." I exclaimed over dinner. "I mean he just thinks that because we're in different houses means we can't talk or be friends or anything. He thinks that just because I got sorted into this house means I changed into some evil thing. He liked me as a person before I got sorted and it's not like I've changed from then to now, the only thing that's different is I'm wearing green not red. He's just so irritating."

"It's not his fault he feels this way." Zach said taking a bit of bread.

"Well it's not my fault." I said, but Zach didn't respond. "Zach?"

"Imagine if you were in his position? You thought that this really cool girl was…really cool then she gets into the most evil house in the school, kind of makes you wonder what's wrong with her, like if she secretly wants to kill you or something." Zach explains and I try to interrupt but he ignores me. "Then she doesn't even try to explain it to you or talk to you nicely at all and everything has been confirmed."

"HE has been ignoring ME, not the other way around. I'm not at fault here, it's not my fault I'm in Slytherin." I argue back.

"But you didn't exactly tell him what happened, you could've. Both of you are over reacting."

"He is the bad guy in this situation, not me." I lied. I completely got what Zach was saying, I just didn't want to back down and admit he was right. "I just never want to talk to him again."

"Then stop talking to him." Zach said, also giving up on the fight and clearly fed up with all my talk about Fred that was the same each time.

"I have, I just need to learn how to fly then I don't have to see him." .

"Why don't you just get a new tutor?" Zach suggested. "From the sound of it you would only need a few more hours of learning anyway. You could get any of the Quidditch players to teach you."

"Yeah, I could always talk to Ron." I agreed.

"No not Ron, from what I hear, he's not very good." Zach warned. "Harry's really good."

"No I can't asked anymore from him, school is already hard enough on him anyway. Plus all the Voldemort stuff." I said and Zach cringed. "Sorry."

"It's alright but try to use the code names I taught you." Zach said. "There is always Draco."

"Did someone say Draco Malfoy?" I heard the familiar voice say from behind me.

"No." I said simply as he took as seat next to me.

"I'm sure I heard my name, I'm also sure that if I help you learn to fly, it would make Fred very mad." Draco said, there was no question he had listened in on our conversation.

"I'm fine." I insisted at first, but his offer sounded good.

"Alright, be that way, but once you get fed up with Weasley, then let me know." Draco said and got up from his brief seat at the almost empty table, and his robes flowed behind him as he walked out of the hall.