Lesson one…
She had prepared thoroughly to go over the basics with Malfoy so that she knew he had a solid base to start on. No one could perform a perfect Incolatium charm without the proper wand control she thought with a smile.
Classes ended and Hermione went to wait in the Professors classroom for him to arrive. She began to re-review her notes that she had prepared for the lesson and when she next looked up at the clock it was four o'clock.
Twenty minutes later Draco showed up.
Hermione was livid. She refused to speak for fear that she would strangle him promptly. He shifted uncomfortably under her stare and tried to shrug it off.
"Fine tutor you are. I will blame you completely if I fail. How am I supposed to learn anything if you just sit there and stare at me like that?" He crossed his arms defiantly.
She let in a large breath and replied calmly but with a fire under the surface.
"I am doing this out of pure academic love. How am I supposed to teach a rat like you, ANYTHING, if you are not here, ON TIME, to learn and not forty minutes late? Say the word and you are free to leave, just as I am free to tell everyone that you are too lazy to learn simple wand control and are so far behind in the class that you will still be in it ten years from now?"
His face became red. "I am not about t-to allow, some stinking mudblood like you to lecture and black mail me. You don't have the right t-to….."
"I have the perfect right considering that I am your teacher here and you are my student." She interrupted sharply.
"I don't have to put up with this…" Draco turned viciously to walk out the door again but found that he could not.
"Wha-WHAT?" He stammered, as he felt, like a mime, up and down the invisible barrier that prevented him from leaving.
Hermione smiled wide like the Cherchire cat, and said smoothly, "If you really want to leave, then stay, learn, and then you will have to do my lesson today, and the next and the next, until our final lesson. At which time I will teach you how to perform the counter charm to remove the spell."
"Otherwise, we will be stuck here all night, until the Professor arrives in the morning."
He regarded her angrily.
"And I really don't think that he would be pleased to know that the reason we were locked in here was that you refused to learn. I am confident that he would fail you on the spot."
He paced back and forth while she watched him from the teachers chair.
Finally he stopped and said heatedly, "If you let me out I wont come back. You will be in so much trouble…."
"Possibly," She agreed, "But I still would have the knowledge of your eminent failure to learn the simplest things and trust me, you will come back for more."
Draco stopped pacing and was taken aback by this new more confident and assertive Hermione with a rather frightening glint in her eye.
"Fine" he spat and she smiled wider and then put her hands behind her head and crossed her feet on the desk.
She was quickly unbalanced and she fell backwards with a yelp. Draco snorted.
"But no more funny business" he said after regaining his scowl as she looked up to him from behind the desk.
"Sure, just make sure that while we are in this room, the name is Hermione, and nothing else. Got that, Oh and the more of my time you waste the more of yours that I do so on Saturday, during Hogsmeade visits?"
He nodded sullenly and went to sit beside her at the large desk while she lifted herself up onto the chair again from the floor. "Good, Now we shall start at the beginning" she said very business like.
Two hours later, after Hermione was more then satisfied with the pointed faced ones progress, she cast a sight dulling and hearing removal charm on Draco much to his reluctance and mumbled the counter spell on the barrier.
He left but not before glaring enough to melt ice with his fiery gaze.
Hermione shoke her head. After years of his torment she had learned to shrug it off, it was the threats that Harry and Ron always warned her about. His father was still a Voldemort supported who had yet to be found and even though it had been proven by Dumbledore that none of the students were Deatheaters per say, she still had to be careful. It had taken till her seventh year to almost be used to the brat, but he still had bite.
She realized early into the lesson, between short angry spats and mumbled vague threats and the evil eye that he was a very fast learner. It was keeping his attention that was going to prove difficult, but after the first half hour she had decided to change her tactics and started to tease him.
She kept saying things like, "Well Harry picked up this next movement his first try, but don't get your hopes up.." or "I really think that this next movement is too tricky, We'd best save it for another lesson."
With these silly goading's, his attention to her lesson had become eerie. It was then that he started to pick up on everything instantly when he had the drive to prove himself better.
In other subjects he must have this drive but without anyone to push him and re-teach him these things in Charms he had fallen dreadfully behind.
She smiled slightly thinking about how he had lit up after he had successfully done the first five main wand movements perfectly as she randomly called the numbers out; Something that she did in her spare time much to the annoyance of Harry, Ron, Ginny or whoever happened to be the one she used to call out the numbers. Shaking herself she tried to forget the smile he had given her before becoming cold again and the feeling that that had made itself aware in her chest.
She told herself as she walked to the great hall for supper, that she was merely pleased with her student's quick academic achievement, and that it had nothing to do with the student. That's what she kept telling herself.
She had not thought about the mood that the head boy would be in after her severe chastising of him. Hermione was a little taken aback after supper to find Draco in their common room practicing the wand movements more on the large brown couch.
Seeing her he swiftly hid his wand behind his back and glared. He was upset at having been found trying and doing the homework she had assigned.
"Goodnight, Mudblood." He growled as Hermione held her straight face, walked up the stairs to her room, cast a silencing charm on the room, slid down the door and laughed till she leaked tears down her cheeks.
PS. I have knowticed that my previous chapters have been rather short and I probably should combine them but that would mean I would have to take away the chapters names and I am rather fond of naming then so meah!
PaRTy-GiRL089: A variation on your idea, THANK YOU! My plot may have loop holes but at least it is sparkly! I love writing!