The Purest Kind of Magic

- four -

It's been a few weeks since that day, the interactions between me and Harry and Malfoy has been as minimal as it could get. I have been avoiding them both quite equally. When it looked like they were they're going to approach me, or even come near me, I run off to the bathroom. I've done it so often that everyone knows.

Well, everyone but Malfoy. He just can't seem to catch a hint. It was either that or he just wants to annoy me. But other than that, I've learned mostly everyone's names, which was quite an accomplishment. Memorizing names or anything in general wasn't really my specialty. Speaking of, nearly every single class here has been the death of me.

I've been in multiple detentions due to me barely passing most of my classes and failing two; History of Magic and Potions. Snape wasn't happy about that, seeing how I hang out with the "smarter" bunch, I guess he had his expectations. In fact, I'm in detention right now.

"Merlin, Miss Potter, why can't you be a bit more like Mr. Malfoy? He's acing all his classes!" Snape commented when he entered the room. I rolled my eyes when he mentions Malfoy.

"He probably had his minions help him cheat." I muttered under my breath.

"What's that?" Snape shot me a glare.

"Nothing." The rest of detention went by silently as Snape did whatever he was doing at his desk and I stared blankly into space, thinking about everything and anything but how to pass these classes with a good score. I was on the verge of falling asleep until someone entered the room.

"You asked for me, Professor?" A familiar voice said, my head shot up. It was Malfoy. What's he doing here? I decided it was best to not say anything as Snape was still here, that man's scary as hell.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. As you have probably noticed," Snape gave me a quick glance, "Miss Potter is an idiot. But since she's a Slytherin, we can't afford more house points being lost by her." Malfoy was holding in his laughter, I scoffed at him.

"So I appoint you as Miss Potter's tutor," Snape continued, "Since you are one of the smartest students here."

"Yes, sir," Malfoy said, shooting me a glance. I rolled my eyes.

"Potter," Snape focused on me again, "I suppose you don't object, is that right?"

"I-" I was cut off by Malfoy.

"Of course she doesn't."

--

Shortly after that, we were dismissed from the room. I kept trying to walk faster, trying to leave Malfoy behind but he kept catching up and matching my pace. I got annoyed and sped up again.

"Hey! Potter!" Malfoy shouted, frustrated with my constant change of speed. I ignored him and just kept going faster. I was getting closer and closer to the staircase, but when I was like five steps until I get there, I got pushed onto the wall.

Shit.

"Don't fucking ignore me like that," Malfoy hissed while pinning my wrists on the wall. I avoided eye contact as I tried to get out of his grip. Which was completely useless.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Potter." Malfoy said in a softer-ish voice. Honestly, that's fucking hot but I'm not gonna admit it. I decided to do what he said before he had to physically turn my face. My eyes met with his grey eyes. After a few seconds of nothing but silence, he lifted his hands off of mine.

"We're going back together, you got that?" He said as he made his way to the staircase, expecting me to follow him.

Which, I did do. Not exactly willingly, I just felt like I had to. And I have no damn idea why I thought like that.