The Defense Against the Dark Arts Tutor | Drarry

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"Harry, m'boy, could you stay a moment?" Professor Sylvene called before Harry could leave the room.

"What is it, Professor?" Harry asked. 

"I've noticed that you excel in my class. Do  you think you'd be willing to tutor a student or two, should the need arise?" 

"Of course, ma'am. Did you already have someone in mind?" 

"No, not yet. I'll let you know if I do, though," Professor Sylvene replied.

Harry nodded, "Thank you, ma'am."

That evening in the Great Hall, Harry told Ron and Hermione what Professor Sylvene asked him. 

"You don't suppose it'll be someone our age, do you?" Hermione said.

"Nah. I think it'll probably be one of the first or second years. I remember having trouble then," Harry said.

"If it was someone in our year, who do you think it'd be?" Ron asked.

"Dunno. Ugh, but imagine if I had to tutor someone like Malfoy," Harry groaned.

Hermione and Ron groaned in agreement.

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The next morning, Hedwig dropped a letter next to his stack of pancakes.

"Oh, it's from Professor Sylvene," Harry said as he opened it. Hedwig gave his finger a small, affectionate nip before flying off to the Owlery.

"What's it say?" Ron asked. 

Harry read aloud, (with slight difficulty, Sylvene's handwriting was quite messy.):

                 Dear Harry,

                           I have a student who isn't quite passing my class. I've sent an owl to him as well-

"So it's a he," Ron noted. Hermione shushed him before Harry continued

                          I am asking both of you to meet me in my office at eight o'clock to discuss when you'll meet and where. See you this evening! 

                                                                                                           Professor Sylvene

"My word, that's messy. I can barely read it," Hermione said, looking over Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah. I just want to meet this student already," Harry replied.

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Ugh, I can't believe you have to spend entire evenings with him, Malfoy." Crabbe said.

"I know, it's horrible," Draco agreed.

"Shouldn't you be celebrating though, Draco?" Blaise said from a couch in the corner of the dungeon common room.

Draco whipped his head around to look at Blaise Zabini, a boy in his year, and an unlikely friend. He was a huge git, and not many people could stand him.

Draco had a look in his eyes that meant Don't. Say. A. Word. About. It. Thankfully, Blaise got the message.

"What's that supposed to mean, Zabini?" Goyle asked.

"It means that Draco'll be able to use the new insults he's been thinking of for Potter during the evenings." Blaise grinned.

"Oh, ok," Crabbe said.

Draco glanced at the clock on his phone, "Shit, it's late. I should get back to my tower. See you all tomorrow!" Draco said as he walked out of the dungeons.

When he was out of sight of his House-mates, his usually stoic face broke into a wide grin. He did a little jig while briskly walking to his private flat, near Gryffindor Tower. When he got to the portrait of Salazar Slytherin, the painting swung open, allowing him into the lounge. It was sparsely decorated, just a couple of couches around a glass-topped coffee table. Pass through a doorway, and you find Draco's bedroom. It had a twin bed to his left, a small, dark bedside table next to it. Catty-corner to the bed was a desk, made from the same wood as the bedside table. Draco's laptop was resting on top, on snooze mode. A wardrobe stood on the same wall, opposite corner.

Feeling rather tired, Draco strode over to his bed and sat down on the edge. Untying his dress shoes, he tugged them off before pulling back the comforter and curling up underneath, falling asleep with a small smile present on his face.

Hello! I have finally gotten a chapter done of one of the Drarry fanfictions I'm writing!!! @Slender_man_ , I apologise for not working on the other one, (name to be disclosed ;) ) but I want to get a few details ironed out before writing that one! I hope you enjoy!

-Gray