DISCONTINUED: To Love A Malfoy

Tutoring Draco Malfoy

A/N: sorry for the late update, I forgot about this account for a while. Also, I edited the previous chapters and this is now a Y/N story instead of an OC x Draco one.

Y/N walked into McGonagall's office. Draco came in shortly after.
"Sit," McGonnagal said in a stern voice.
The two teenagers sat in their seats.
"I assume you both know why you're here." The wise teacher said.
"I understand why he is here" Y/N gave Draco a dirty look. "but I don't know why I'm here."
The Professor looked at the kids from above her glasses.
"Well Mx Granger, care to tell me why you think Mr Malfoy is here."
Draco gave Y/N a warning look which made them question whether they should tell.
"Mx Granger?" Minerva asked, watching the eye contact between the two teens.
"Well- he probably hexed a first year or something." Y/N may have been like their sister in some ways but they were not a snitch.
"Incorrect," McGonagall said, looking down at Y/N.
Draco stifled a laugh.
"Mr Malfoy is failing at Muggle Studies." It was Y/N's turn to stifle a laugh. "So I asked a bunch of muggle-born students to tutor him, and all of them said no."
A haunting thought dawned on Y/N.
"No-"
"Yes, Mx Granger. You will be tutoring Mr Malfoy in muggle studies."
Draco looked as pissed as Y/N felt.
"Now go." The Professor dismissed the students.
Draco slammed the door as he left, and Y/N followed after.
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They walked to the library to plan out the sessions. Draco just scowled and provided very little conversation.
"What is your problem?" Y/N finally asked.
"This isn't fair. Muggle Studies isn't even important and I especially don't need a stupid mudblood teaching me about it."
"Fine." Y/N stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"I have better places to be," Y/N said, giving him a look that could kill.                                                                                                                              "You can't just leave."                                                                                           Y/N turned and walked away, holding back tears.