✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Malfoy's Tutor*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Chapter Fifteen*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Gryffindor Common Room

"For weeks, you carry this book, practically sleep with it... and you have no desire to find out who the Half-Blood Prince is?" Hermione asked, confused. 

"I didn't say I wasn't curious," Harry began. "And, by the way, I don't sleep with it."

Hermione was referring to the book Harry has been carrying around recently. It's from the Potions class, I reckon. He's been reading it all the time, not even giving his friends a second glance. 

"Yeah, right," Ron chuckled. 

"Well, I was curious. So, I went to the..." Hermione started. 

"The library," Harry, Ron, and I interrupted. Hermione glared at us.

"And?" I asked.

"And... nothing. There's no reference to the Half-Blood Prince anywhere."

"Good, that settles it," Harry said, finishing the conversation. "I'll see you and Hermione at Slughorn's party tomorrow."

"See you then," I said and wished my friends goodnight. I had a couple of trips to make before heading to bed. 

I walked over to Sasha's dorm and gave the door a couple of knocks. She opened some time later. She must've been asleep... She did look tired with the sleep in her eyes and the pyjamas on.  

"Morning," she greeted with a yawn. 

"You mean goodnight," I corrected. "We can just talk in the morning."

As I left her room, she gave me a friendly wave goodbye. My next destination was Draco's room in the Slytherin House, which sometimes felt intimidating. It wasn't the people themselves, but primarily the judgmental looks I received whenever I walked into the dungeons. On my way to Draco's room, Greengrass and Parkinson would make rude remarks towards me. However, I didn't let their comments bother me at all. After all, I was tutoring and sharing a kiss with Draco, not them. I often wished I could tell them that to their arrogant faces.

"Look, Pansy," I heard Astoria whisper. "It's Draco's tutor."

"What was her name again?" Pansy asked, and I stopped in my tracks. I turned my head around and looked her dead in the eye. I wanted to laugh so hard at the face she was pulling; she was trying to look tough.

"Y/N," I answered her question. "It's an easy name to remember. Guess you can't hold that in your small brain capacity."

Draco's Point of View

"Damn,"  Blaise began, peeking from my room. "Y/N's feisty."

"Y/N? Feisty?" I asked. "I don't think so."

"No, mate, listen," Blaise said, pulling my arm. I walked over to Blaise and listened carefully. 

"What was her name again?" Pansy asked in her annoying voice. 

"Y/N," I heard someone answer. Is she talking back to them? My Y/N? "It's an easy name to remember. Guess you can't hold that in your small brain capacity."

"Bloody hell," Blaise whispered. 

"What the hell?" I asked myself. Who knew that Y/N was like this? Mate, she could even defend me at this point! I think I'm even more in love with her... She's coming this way! "Blaise, get out!" 

I pushed Blaise out of the room, and he groaned, walking over to his dorm. I cleared my throat and waited for Y/N to come into my room. 

"Ready to do homework?" Y/N asked with a smirk.

"Right," I answered loud enough for Pansy and Astoria to hear. "Homework..."

Y/N's Point of View

"Right, homework," Draco replied a little loudly. 

As I approached his bed, I couldn't help but notice that his room was in disarray. Parchment letters were scattered everywhere, and papers were strewn across his desk. A bottle of ink had spilt onto a book, and a cup filled with feathered pens was lying on the ground. Despite my perplexed expression, Draco seemed unaware of his surroundings, lost in his world.

"Oh, Draco," I softly said. He perked his head up, and his eyes met with mine. "I might not be able to come over tomorrow tonight."

He didn't seem too surprised, "Gryffindor party if you win?" 

I agreed with a nod. It seems like I'm always taking care of Draco. I'm constantly trying to figure out what's bothering him. It's unclear whether we're dating, but he's friendly towards me, with a hint of romance. Perhaps I should ask him about his current state of mind.

"Draco," I called out. 

"Yes, love?" he answered quietly. 

"Are you alright?"

As he gazed at me, I couldn't help but feel my stomach flutter with butterflies. His light blue eyes locked onto mine, and we remained in silence. Despite his striking good looks, I reminded myself to focus on what may be troubling him.

"Draco?"

He cleared his throat and looked to the ground. Draco shoved his hands in his pockets and whispered, "We can talk tomorrow."

Of course, he's being difficult. 

"Want me to stay the night?" I asked, hoping his mood might differ. 

"It'll be alright," he replied. "Good night, Y/N."

Oh my God, I hate men. 

"Night, love," I said, leaving his room. As I closed the door, I pressed my face against it. Why? Why must Draco be like this?

I should go to bed. There's a Quidditch tournament tomorrow, and all the Gryffindors' are anxious.