✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Malfoy's Tutor*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Chapter Four*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

 Draco's Room

Draco opened the door to his room. It was tidy. Draco seemed like he always kept it pleasant to the eye. Nothing was outstanding in his room. I have a bunch of posters and cards from candy boxes hung up on my side. Hermione kept her's plain. She says it's too much work re-doing it every year. 

"So, it is Draco? Malfoy? I mean, what you like me to," I began, but he interrupted. 

"Draco," he answered softly and walked over to his bed. "Come over here."

I slowly walked to his bed and sat on it, inching toward the corner. I placed a book on his lap and instructed him to turn to a number.

I went on about the types of potions in the chapter. During the session, I didn't think I was engaging enough. I was droning on about the chapter when I didn't know if he was listening. I could hope he was. Maybe there's another way to do this... I thought. I stood up from the bed, which startled him slightly. 

"We're going to do this differently," I explained, shutting my book. 

He raised an eyebrow at me when I dug through my bag. I pulled out a box of chocolates and shook them in his face.

"See these?" I asked him. The look of boredom in his eyes slowly began to vanish. "Every time you answer a question correctly, I'll give you one."

"And if I don't get them right," he asked with a smirk. 

His smirk sent a chill down my spine. I grinned and said, "Guess you'll be punished..."

"What type?" he asked, leaning closer to me. 

I knew what he was talking about. The thought of it grossed me out. I can't say he isn't good at flirting. At least, I think this is flirting. 

"How about when you get one wrong, I get to ask you a question," I said, coming up with ideas. 

He raised an eyebrow at me, "A question? About what?"

"Questions to get to know my student," I answered. 

"Fine," Draco agreed. "Let's begin."

I smiled and opened my book to the page we left off on. I scanned through the text and began to ponder about questions I could ask him. Well, about the topic, not about him. I shifted my weight to the side and held my hand to him.

"Need me to hold your hand?" he asked, placing his hand in mine.

I was wrong. The touch of his skin wasn't cold. It was warm. The warmth of his skin traveled throughout my body and left goosebumps forming on my arms. 

"I was going to ask if you could pass me my quill," I said, a little uneasy. 

He retracted his hand quickly, and the paleness in his face began to turn into a peach. He reached over to my bag, took out a quill, and handed it to me. His fingers grazed against my palm, making the uneasiness return. 

"Thank you," I mumbled and cleared my throat. "Okay, what is the color of a shrinking solution?"

Draco looked at me with annoyance, "Acid green, 'course."

"Huh, you know things," I teased. 

"Mind you! We were competing for top marks only a week ago," Draco exclaimed.

"Don't see you there anymore," I continued. "Potter's up there now."

"Stupid Potter," Draco muttered and popped the P. "Next question, love."

I'm surprised at how easy it is to talk to Draco, even though he can be annoying. After all, most Slytherins have a reputation for being difficult. However, I'm pleasantly surprised that he hasn't made rude comments about me, a Gryffindor, being in his room. Perhaps he finds me charming, as he hasn't snapped back at me. Who am I kidding? I'm not lovely!

"How long does Felix Felicis last?" I asked, and I knew he had been stumped. 

"Dammit," he whispered and looked at me, followed by a shrug. "I don't know. Twenty-four hours?"

"It's twelve," I corrected and marked his incorrect answer in my book. "Now, what's your middle name?"

"Lucius," he replied with a small smile. 

"Isn't that your father's name?"

"Yes."

You cannot imagine how many questions he had gotten wrong.