Harry Potter Imagines

help after class - Draco Malfoy

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Summary; draco sees you struggling to identify the plants after Sprout's class. He stays behind to help you.

prompts: 21,26,and 32 for draco "Why are you so nice to me" , "Just shut up and kiss me." and "You're blushing"

Warnings; swearing

Word Count; 1.2k

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"Come on, (Y/n). Finish sorting the leaves and then we can leave." Hermione says, you give her a look.

You absolutely hate Sprouts class for this exact reason. You can't rememorize which leaves belong to which plants. Not as well as Hermione can, and because of this, you know you're going to fail the quiz that's coming up at the end of this week.

"You can go, I know you're dying to get to the library." you say, looking back at the mess in front of you.

"But I promised--"

"And I'm telling you that you don't have to keep it." you give her a reassuring smile, "I'll see you at the library when I'm done."

"Good luck." Hermione says, hoisting her book bag onto her shoulder and waving goodbye. As soon as she walks out the door, you're turning back to the leaves, drumming your fingers on the table.

First, you try to find the differences between all the leaves, ignoring all the looks you're getting for being the only one that's still working on this small assignment. And then furthermore as people begin to leave the greenhouse. Going from twenty, to fifteen, to ten, and then to a final five.

You pick up one of the yellow leaves, holding it next to another one to try and spot the difference. One of them is a little spikier, but the other has more prominent veins. And yet, they look exactly the same.

You place your elbow on the table, putting your chin on your hand.

"You know, it's really not that hard." a voice says.

You lift your head, eyes landing on the one person you're not really in the mood to have a conversation with. Especially not right now, when you're having trouble trying to identify the leaves that he no doubt knows every name to, and the differences.

"It is for me." you say, pushing one of the green ones into a pile, "Can't seem to get any of them right."

Draco hums, and you pick another up, turning it over in your hand. This one is round, very green and healthy. It's kinda a dark color, but not too much. You can't even think of the letter the name starts with.

"Are you coming, Draco?" Blaise asks, hesitating in the doorway with the two other people that were in the room with you guys, Crabbe and Goyle.

"No, go ahead without me." Draco waves them off, and as soon as the door shuts, he turns to you with a smile.

You squint at him, unsure if this is a helpful smile he's giving you, or a taunting one. Your eyebrows push together, and you even find yourself retreating from the table to get away, until he plucks the leaf right out of your fingers, turning it over, "I could help you study."

Oh. He's here to help you study, and you suppose it makes sense because he always manages to do well in his classes, even when he's being an ass to others. It just fuels his ego, being able to do these things with ease. Being top of class, and a slytherin, and a favorite of some of the unfavorable teachers--namely Snape.

So naturally he would be able to recognize all these things. And he might even be a better tutor than Hermione. Bless her, but she's a little impatient when it comes to things, and with how Draco is staring at you, he looks like he can take his time with things.

You continue to squint at him anyway, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Draco shrugs, "Just thought I'd help you out, promise it's not of malicious intent."

"Oh." you say, returning back to your natural posture, "Okay, yeah sure."

Draco offers you a much easier smile, one that isn't as intimidating as the last one, and then says, "Dittany."

"What?" you ask.

"Dittany." he repeats, like it's more obvious this time, then he holds it out, "What is dittany used for?"

"It's used in potions." you say for sure, as if most herbs aren't used in potions. You curse yourself a little bit, resisting the urge to slap the side of your own head for answering so stupidly, "And I don't know what else."

Draco nods, "It's a healing herb." he places it down in a fresh pile, "Healing magic. Do you know the other name for it?"

"Burning bush." you're confident now.

"Very good." he says, at the praise your heart stutters, he moves on, "What about this?"

Draco picks up some light purple flower on a green stem. You have to lean in closer to see, "Oh, that's really easy. Wolfsbane." you take it from him, falling back onto your feet, "Aconite or even monkshood."

He holds up a white flower on a black stem. This one is right on the tip of your tongue. Sprout vaguely mentioned it, but said she wouldn't go into detail about the flower for a while.

"The name is easy, isn't it?" you ask him.

"It can be an actual person's name." he says, placing it down onto the table, "it's supposed to be easily recognizable because of the colors."

It takes you another second, "Moly?"

"Precisely. See? You're not too bad at this after all."

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to breathe easy because your hearts beating a little in your chest. And you can feel the heat creeping across your cheeks. You take more deep breaths, trying to get the color to go away before he looks up again.

"What's moly used for?"

"Counteracting enchantments." you answer quickly, and that makes him look up.

He notices the difference immediately, "You're blushing."

You offer him a smile, "Am I?"

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, knowing the answers." He says.

You watch his hands as he grabs the next plant, it's a purple one. It's almost like an eggplant but it's much smaller. He turns it over in his hand with ease, a polite smile on his face.

There's something so clearly off about this entire thing and you feel like a moron too.

"What about this one?" Draco asks.

"Um." you manage to get out, leaning forward to get a better look at it. You squint, making a sour face. Your entire mind is blank, you can't even think...

"Shrivelfig." Draco says.

He almost sneers at the purple plant, taking his eyes off of you for a moment. Again, it's back to his hands as he sinks his thumb into it, and then breaks it open to reveal the leaves on the inside, "What's this one used for?"

You shake your head lightly, not saying anything.

"Medicinal properties." he starts, "It's an aggressive plant, really. Able to survive in any sort of environment. It's used for potions, which I'm sure you know." one small glance, "And--"

"Just shut up and kiss me." you blurt, and almost immediately regret it after with the look he gives you.

Then, the corners of his lips turn upward, "What was that?"

You grind your teeth, "Forget it."

"No." he says, "Say it again."

"Shut up and kiss me." your voice is much quieter than it was the first time.

Draco smiles fully now, "If you insist."