Loathe.

"Deal"

Draco's POV:

I woke up this morning with worst bloody hangover I'd ever had. I tell myself I'll stop drinking eventually—i doubt it will actually happen.

I sit up against the headboard and closed my eyes, trying to recuperate from the night before.

A loud knock came from the door, of course—making my head pound even more.

I drug myself from the bed and opened the door.

"Cmon mate, we're gonna be late if you don't hurry" Blaise said immediately when I opened the door

"What?" I rubbed my eyes—trying to get the bright light to stop stinging them.

"Put your clothes on, you've already slept passed breakfast" he said, looking down the hall as if he was in a hurry.

"fine, I'll meet you there" I went to close the door

"Are you sure you don't need me to wait?" He stopped the door with his shoe

"No I'll be fine, I'll see you in a bit" I said closing the door all the way this time

I threw on my jumper and trousers—and left

I didn't really care about being late, my first class was Defense against the dark arts—Snape doesn't mind much.

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I snuck through the door and went to take a seat left open by Blaise.

Snape was writing on the board while the rest of the class took notes.

"Nice mate, I don't even think he noticed" Blaise whispered.

"Oh but I did, Mr. Malfoy...5 points from slytherin" Snape continued writing.

I heard a scoff coming from the table beside us, i turned my head and caught Myla Jones's eyes.

She winked and turned back around.

What a gormless git, that girl is.

I'm not even sure why she hates me....I mean I can't say I'm very fond of her either, we've never even spoken besides the constant insults we sling around the school.
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After class: Jones's POV

"Jones...A word?" Snape stopped me

"Yes professor?"

"I'm not sure if you realize, but you are failing my class." He muttered

"What? How is that possible? I've made exceptional grades on most of my work"

"Yes, however our last few test—you have done poorly on. With the upcoming final in a few weeks...you will need all the help you can get. you don't want to be removed from the quidditch team, do you?" he snarled

"okay, i'll just tell Ginny to cover me at quidditch practice for the next few days so I can study" I sighed

"I believe you should look into getting a tutor possibly? I have a few students in mind who can help" he proposed

"I'll be fine" I sighed

I left the classroom and went back to the common room

***

"Snape wants me to get a tutor" I rolled my eyes

"He—what?" Hermione laughed

"You have phenomenal grades, I don't understand?" She questioned