Letters |Draco Malfoy|

Edifience

He had one assignment, show up and teach me. We didn't have to be friendly, we didn't have to make conversation. But he wasn't here. I'd been waiting 10 minutes, and I got here late. I was gonna fail my OWLs, and I basically got stood up by my bully. Sighing, I picked up a random book from the fiction section. I took out an old cassette player that I had brought from home, putting my headphones on my ears, then I sat reading the first chapter of the book.

After another chapter or two and replaying a couple songs, I looked up, finally seeing the same pair of ashen eyes I had been seeing so often as of lately. "Your late." I told him bluntly.

"Your the one who decided to sit in the back of the bloody library!" Draco rolled his eyes, sitting down across from me.

Tapping my seat awkwardly, I waited for him to start, but soon the amount of awkwardness I felt became unbearable. "So, uh- where do we start?"

"I don't know, where do you think your at?" He sounded done with this tutoring already.

Taking a deep breath I thought back. "I think I started having a hard time paying attention around 3rd year?" He groaned.

"Third year!? Might as well quit now." He scoffed.

I sighed. "I'm only gonna say this once, so pay attention. If any one can teach me potions, it's you, Malfoy." I said, buttering him up.

Rolling his eyes yet again he sighed. "Third year we learned about undetectable potions..." He started.

****

Malfoy was somehow making potions sound fun?.. Well at least it was better than Snape teaching.

"Wait, there really some potions that not even Dumbledore could detect!?" I asked, leaning in, actually interested.

"So the rumors are true!" Whipping around, I met the gaze of my ex.

I rolled my eyes at his sudden appearance. "Your the one who made up those sick rumors!" I shot back. "Besides, Malfoys just my tutor." I shot a gaze at the boy beside me, scrunching my nose.

"I didn't make up those rumors?..." He said confused, but still glaring at me.

I was certainly surprised. "Then who did?" I asked.

"I don't know, probably some third year who saw you snogging!" Marvel laughed.

"Marvel, I get your feelings are hurt, but you should calm down." I told him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to study." I told him, pleading with my eyes.

Anger drawn on his face, he turned around stormed off.

I sighed when Malfoy talked. "I heard the rumors from Blaise" He said. "I was quite startled, me snogging a mud-" He looked over towards me. I raised my eyebrow and he sighed "Muggleborn. It was absurd, he said he heard it from Clearwood"

"Of course he did, she's such a donkey kisser! No offense towards Blaise." I saw the corner of his mouth lift.

"No, no what Blaise did was a jerk move, even if Robbingsworth is a half blood." Was this his way of being nice? Odd.

"Then-.. Very much offense to Blaise! You know what, Amy and Blaise are meant for each other!! Their both backstabbing, snobbish, gillyweeds!" I complained loudly.

Malfoy lifted his eyebrows, smirking. And there was that feeling again, the same one I had while writing to Ferret, the same one I got while at the ball with Marvel.

"Well I'm gonna go." I stood up abruptly.

Malfoy gave me a confused look. "The lesson isn't ended yet?.."

"I'm gonna cut it early, I'm hungry!" I said, rubbing my belly. "Meet you next time, Malfoy!"

****

Hugging Sophie, I sat down for dinner. I loaded my plate with turkey, potatoes, and a red apple.

"Your eating an apple?" Sophie asked. Her tone made me quite confused.

"Yes?.." She lifted her eyebrows for a slight moment.

"Huh, that's odd. Usually you would eat tangerines." She commented.

I rolled my eyes, laughing. "It's just fruit Sophie!"

She laughed. "How'd your tutoring go?" She asked.

"Odd, to say the least. It started as you would think it would, Malfoy being snobby and late, but he actually made potions sound fun, then Marvel showed up, all mad, and turns out, it was Amy who spread those rumors about me!" I said, purposefully leaving out how I felt at the end of our tutoring.

"What?!! That b-"

"Language!" I interrupted her. "There's children."

"I was gonna say booger." she shrugged, and then sighed. "I need a turkey leg."

I rolled my eyes at her eating habit. "You and your turkey legs"

"It's not a phase, mom!" She joked, making me laugh.

"Sure it isn't" I giggled.