Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Tutor- AU

Draco rolled his eyes as the potion lesson dragged on, with Snape's voice boring the life out of every living creature in the room. Perhaps even the whole castle.
Glancing over at Harry, he realised that the boy was trying so hard to concentrate- his tongue trapped through his lips as he attempted to get as many notes as he could, along with his glasses that kept slipping off his nose and his emerald eyes that managed to flutter shut a lot. It was clear he was trying not to fall asleep and fail the class, but no matter how hard he tried, he was hopeless at potions.

Malfoy, meanwhile, was talented at Potions; He always got the best grades. Smirking slightly, he met Potters eyes who'd just looked over at him and gave him a confused look for staring. Grinning menacingly, he shook his head, turning his attention back to the professor and away from his enemy.
"Woah!" He exclaimed when Severus was closer than he'd expected. He gulped, staring up at the man.
"Have you and Potter had a nice chat?" The man's voice drawled.
"What? Potters an utter twa-" He stopped himself, deciding not to use that language infront of a teacher. The class, however, still found his words incredibly funny and burst into laughter.
"I think you'll be glad to know you'll be tutoring Potter, then." He raised an eyebrow at the blond, who spluttered in shock before objecting.
"Why not get Granger to do it?"
"Go on, Mal. Show them how the snakes do it!" Pansy encouraged.
"To Potter? That's down right torture." Blaise stuck up for his friend, and Draco for once thanked him.
"Class dismissed. Potter, Malfoy, do join me over at my desk."

The class filed out of the room, but of course Hermione and Ron waited for their best friend outside. Blaise and Pansy stuck around for Draco, too, at first before he insisted for them to return to the common room without him.
Harry collected his books and shoved past the Slytherin, clearly in a bad mood.
"Calm down, Potter." The blond mocked, following the black haired boy to the desk.
"Mr Potter, it's clear you're useless at potions-"
"I was trying so hard, sir, until Draco distracted me-"
"Talking back and blaming others? 10 points from Gryffindor."
"But-"
"Another five gone."
"Shut up, Potter." The blond snapped, not really caring about his house but instead wanting the 'meeting' to hurry up and finish.
"Room of Requirements. Mr Potter knows where that is, I assume. He'll lead you there every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. It will contain everything you need for your weekly potions lessons. No fighting, either, or you'll both get a months worth of detention." He shone his teeth in a smile; Draco wasn't sure he'd ever saw Severus smile, but then realised that it wasn't a genuine one. It was an evil smile. Malfoy had no choice but to tutor the hopeless Chosen one.
"When? What times?"
"5pm to 7pm on Thursday, 2pm to 4pm on Sunday and straight after potions lessons on Tuesday, so around lunch time. In three weeks, if I don't see improvement, your tutoring sessions will go from just a month to three months. Deal?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly and Draco huffed, clearly exasperated.

"Sir, I can research-"
"Silence, Potter. Mr Malfoy will teach you."
The blond rolled his eyes.
"Lead the way then, scarhead."
The Gryffindor glanced up at him, seemingly frightened and hurt before storming out the classroom door and towards the ROR.

*****

"Right, then, Pot-"
"Shut up. Wait." He pushed away Draco's hand from the rooms door and started pacing back and forth, before he himself barged in.
It had a cauldron in the middle, with a sofa opposite and spell books.
The Slytherin saw something sparkle in the corner of his eye, observing as Harry strode toward it.
"What on earth is that?" The blond raised his wand, aiming it at the strange object.
"Muggle radio. Let's us listen to muggle music. You know what music is, right?" He mocked, glaring at the boy whos silver eyes had expanded.
"Yes. 'Course I do. Why do we need that? Why had Snape put that in here?"
"Clearly you have no clue what the ROR is for. He didn't put it in; The room provides your needs. Say you needed the toilet-"
"A toilet would appear?"
"You'd necessarily walk into a bathroom, yes. You get it? I can't study without music helping me relax. Understood?"
Malfoy stared at the black haired boy. His arms were crossed and his eyebrows furrowed above his glasses.
"I guess."
"Good. Sit, then. Let me put my song on."
"You've made a song?" He gasped, placing himself on the sofa and pulling off his robes.
"What? No." The opposite man returned the favour of slipping his own robes off due to the heat, leaving them in muggle tops. Draco's was a lot more formal than Harry's though, not suprisingly, yet it didn't stop them both from looking good.
"You said it was your song-"
"Because I like it!" He rubbed his temples and huffed, "You're hopeless!"