| Death Eater's love | Blairon |

Chapter IV

Blaise sat in front of the plate and thought for a long time how to solve this situation.
He turned to his left. Malfoy stared at him, and it was obvious he had heard everything.

"Parkinson has a good idea. If you immediately try to get rid of him, he may realize that something is wrong and notify Dumbledore. It's best to do it slowly, to gain his trust. That doesn't sound like the hardest job for you. Just pick any subject and I guarantee you Weasley will need help with it." Draco said quietly.

"And your task?"

"In progress." Blaise exhaled softly.

"The only thing he knows about me is that we know each other. He won't trust me because of his hatred towards you, Malfoy. Would he choose me as a tutor?"

"He will. Neither his girlfriend nor Potter will get in your way. Mudblood has too many responsibilities. Potter has training from morning to evening."

"How do you know all this? Are you dating Granger?" Blaise asked teasingly.

"Over my dead body. I'd rather never set foot in this filthy school again." Malfoy shuddered in disgust.

"What about the redhead?"

"Just don't let him have any other choice." Malfoy replied as they walked away from their meal.

Blaise already had a plan and most of the students were supposed to help him with it. He was a Slytherin, after all, he had too many connections for anyone not to agree to work with him.

As he left the room, Blaise cast one more glance towards the Gryffindor table. The two teenagers were just getting up to go look for one of their wands. Neither of them had the slightest desire to do so.

"See you later, mate." Ron quickly said goodbye to his friend. Hermione and he got up from the table and headed towards the dormitory.

There they spent too much time looking for his property. They had a free period because the lesson with Professor Flitwick was canceled for some unknown reason.
Later, however, it turned out that the reason for the cancellation of classes was a second grader who spilled a homemade potion and everyone in the class got a severe rash. Including the professor.

They sat on the couch in the center of the room and sighed.

"I'm exhausted. At this point, I might not even pass this year - it is what it is." said Ron to the ceiling.

"Still haven't found your wand?" Ginny asked as she walked past them. She was putting a book in her bag, probably getting ready for her own class.

"I found neither wand, nor tutor, nor dignity."

"Ronald. You know, ever since the points for tuition help were tripled, everyone's been trying to tip the scales in favor of their house. I could have expected that it wouldn't be long before all the students' calendars started to fill up." Hermione spoke up.

"I fully understand that, but how come they're all busy all of a sudden? Looks like a conspiracy to me."

"Maybe because you're paranoid?" Gin said, which made the girls giggle.

"Haha very funny. I'm not Harry, you know?" They stopped laughing.  "Sorry"

"Where is he anyway?"

"He stayed a little longer for dinner. He is hungry and tired from training for the match against the Slytherins. He'll probably show up soon."

"It's strange, he's never prepared so long before a game before."

"Maybe he's worried?"

"About what?" Hermione and Ron exchanged glances.

"I don't really know."