Summary:
Ginny wants money to spend as she likes, so she takes a job as a tutor. She is handed a certain Slytherin to tutor and they become friends. This is the story of their friendship and on and off romance. I own nothing at all.
Chapter One:
Ginny's POV
Oh the many advantages of being someone's permanent tutor. The money, the credit, everything. I walked into the library ready to meet my new learner and guess who I saw? Draco Malfoy. I looked at him and groaned inwardly. Out of all the boys in this god damn castle, I get Malfoy. The new prefect of Slytherin. I knew he'd been moved down into my year because of crap grades, but Snape has obviously seen to it he keeps the role of Prefect.
He'd changed over the half term, it appeared, he was taller, more muscular, and he'd changed his hair style. Instead of slicking it back, he'd spiked it up and he looked absolutely gorgeous because of it. He had books loaded and piled up in his arms. I walked over to him.
"So I guess I' your tutor then?" I said. "And where are we studying, Mr Prefect?"
"My room. In the Prefect dorms," he said back.
There was an awkward silence before we walked out of the door leading to the staircase that spiralled up to the seventh floor where the dorms for the prefects and head boy and girl were.
"Listen, Weasley," he said, suddenly striking up conversation. "I know we haven't had the best history. But it was never you I had the problem with. Wart Infected Infatonyuss Toe," he added as we approached the portrait. It swung open, revealing a posh, red and white common room with one of those Muggle TV's, and, like every other house common room, had staircases to the boy and girl dorms. He led me up the stairs on the right, and into a room that had curved walls and more steps. I watched as we trudged past about five exits before slipping out on the six or seventh one. He opened the door in the room, revealing a set of five wooden stairs, and two more on the left and right. One was labelled Miss H Granger, Female Prefect of Gryffindor House and another was labelled Mr D Malfoy, Male Prefect of Slytherin House, he led me through the one with his name on it. I was surprised at how huge the room was.
In the centre against the wall near the window, there was a double bed with four posts attached to curtains that drooped down. The bedspread was silver with shiny green pillows and the bed frame was made out of mahogany that had been painted black. Next to it, stood two small bedside cabinets, one on either side, with the same shade of black coating them. I looked across the room and saw a matching desk with a silver office chair, and bloody hell, was that one of those things Muggle's are obsessed with, the top-of-the-lap, wait no, the laptop. Wait, scratch that, it had a half eaten apple on it, and a huge screen. I wracked my brains for my Muggle Studies lessons and the name sprang to mind. Apple's iMac, or was it just Mac? That wasn't important. The room was lovely, to summarise the interior. There was also a black wooden chest of drawers and matching wardrobe, and another door engraved with the crest of Slytherin, leading to what I assumed was a bathroom.
"Close your mouth Weasley," he said, snapping me out of my daydream.
"Sorry, its just I've never seen anything like this before," I said.
"Anyway, I wondered if we could start over," he said.
"Um, sure," I said. "I'd like that. So we're friends now?"
"I guess," he said. "Now tell me what your tutoring me on?"
"Muggle Studies, Divination, DADA, Herbology, everything really."
"Oh, so can I take a shower before we start, because we have over three hours before dinner?"
"Yeah," I said as he pushed open the Slytherin Crest door.
This had to be the most awkward situation I have ever been in. I'd just walked into a room full of stuff I didn't even know money could buy, I was permanently tutoring Draco Malfoy, in his room, ALONE and he is naked in the room les then a metre away from the one I was in now. Awkward.
There was suddenly noise outside, and I assumed Hermione was making her way into her room.
"MALFOY!" she suddenly yelled, banging on the door. "OPEN THE DOOR!"
I walked over to the glass door and opened it.
"Oh hey Hermione, what are you doing here?" I said, trying to play it cool. "Hi Ron, Harry."
"Um what are you doing in Malfoy's room?" snapped Hermione.
"Yeah, why are you locked in a room with that slimy little git?" demanded Ron.
I'd really had enough of the Golden Trio. All they ever did was doubt me, yell at me, and regularly patronize me. I noticed a note fly under the bathroom door and I jumped to read it.
Pretend we're going out to make them go away.
Right.
"What, you mean Draco. Oh, I'm waiting for him to get out of the shower."
"Why are you even in his room whilst he's taking a shower?" asked Ron.
"Because-" I was cut off by the bathroom door opening.
"Hey baby, who's at the do- go away Granger," he snapped pulling a completely innocent face.
"BABY? Your calling my sister BABY?" yelled Ron.
"Bye, Weasley, Granger, Scarhead, have a nice time playing on Granger's fluffy rug with her Barbie's," he said and closed the door before bursting out laughing alongside me.
Maybe this won't be so bad after all.