Chapter 1
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“And that’s how you get the answer,” Draco said, smiling at the boy in front of him.
William nodded, squinting at the working sheet before him, seemingly understanding what was explained.
“I see," said William, a thoughtful look crossed his face before he gave Draco a large grin. "You know, I understand much better when you're the one who explained it."
"I think you understand better since it was one-on-one teaching. Madam Doris has told me that you have some trouble concentrating in class?" asked Draco, raising an eyebrow, which was only replied by William with a sheepish look.
"Well, she bored me." said the other boy, waving dismissively. "She talked too much, you know. I never saw her asking her students if they understood a word she said. She loves her voice too much, don't you think? And her lipstick was so red! Did you notice?" William bent forward in a scandalous gesture, meeting Draco’s eyes. He leaned back into his chair when Draco blinked blankly at him.
"I… don't think her lips were that red?" tried Draco. What was he going to say, anyway? He agreed that Madam Doris tended to speak a lot, but that was the least of his problems. He had never noticed other people's lips, so what could he say?
"Never mind that," said William, waving his hand again dismissively. He gave Draco a knowing look, "I know you have never been keen to look at ordinary people like her. You need someone extraordinary to sweep your attention straight away!"
Draco stared at William incredulously. Just what nonsense was this boy spurting about?
"I'd have you know that nobody needs to sweep my attention whatsoever," replied Draco, as slowly as he could so William could understand his words. "And if only you could pay attention to your class like you paid attention to my interest in a person, then you might've spent your time elsewhere instead of getting tutored by me."
William, the imbecile, only gave him a laugh. "I'd rather spend my time with you than elsewhere!"
Draco rolled his eyes and gave the boy an unimpressed look. "And why is that, may I ask?"
"Why, because you're such a candy to the eye, Draco!" exclaimed William enthusiastically, winking at the process.
"Oh, pissed off!" scoffed Draco, reaching out to swat the boy's head. He couldn't help but chuckle when William only laughed louder at his actions, ridiculously clapping his hands like a seal. When the boy didn't seem to stop, Draco swatted his head again. "Stop being a disappointment and go home so you can reflect on yourself!"
The moron, however, burst out laughing even louder—if that was even possible with how he struggled for air, leaving Draco to wait for him to finish patiently.
William wiped a few tears from his eyes after a few moments, gasping for air before he released them. "Ah, that was a good laugh."
"I'm glad I amused you."
The other boy chuckled at his words and eventually moved to gather his things into his bag. "Alright then, thank you for today, Draco. I'll see you tomorrow at the same time?"
Draco nodded, "We're going to have a few sessions left, and then you're good to go."
William nodded. He slung his bag over his shoulder and grinned at him. "Sometimes I think you should just quit as a student and become a teacher instead."
"But I need my certification to be a teacher, and I still need school," Draco cheekily answered.
"That, you're right." winked William. "Well, I'm off now. Thank you again, Draco."
“You’re welcome, William.”
“Take care of yourself,” said William, clapping Draco’s shoulder appreciably and walking away. He gave Draco a finger gun when he walked through the door, proceeding to sing his heart out when he disappeared from Draco’s view and into the hallway. All this happened while Draco watched with amusement. The boy has always been weird but in a good way.
Draco smiled a satisfied smile as he began packing his stuff as well. Another tutoring session for Draco has gone much better than he thought, and he was happy with the result. William showed an excellent progression in his studies and was glad about it. He received more tutoring sessions lately, but it wasn't like he didn't get paid for it. The school paid him plenty. However, he didn't need the money; he genuinely enjoyed giving the students extra push with their studies.
He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall; the school had already been dismissed an hour and a half ago. He ensured the classroom was clean and in order before exiting. He was already walking through the hallway when someone called him out. He halted and turned around, “Oh, fellow tutor and our dear Vice President!”
“Oh, stop that.” said the Vice President, rolling her eyes when she reached him. She cocked her hips, a hand resting on her waist while the other held a stack of files. Typical Granger. He smiled at her, "Done with your session?"
Granger nodded, "I see you're done as well."
"I am," answered Draco, glancing at the girl when she nodded. Granger didn't usually seek him out on typical days, so he asked, "What can I help you with, Granger?”
Granger gave him a quirk of an eyebrow, a knowing smile plastered on her face. “The Headmaster would like to see you.”
Draco tilted his head, confused. “The Headmaster? May I ask why?”
“He didn't say why," said Granger, shrugging but smiling reassuringly. "He just mentioned that he needed to discuss something with you.”
“I see," said Draco eloquently. He smiled at the Vice President and nodded, "Thank you, Granger, I'll see you around.”
“You’re welcome!” said Granger, giving Draco a bright smile, and proceeded to go to her office with a determined pace. Draco watched as she disappeared behind the closed doors and shook his head, “Lucky Ronald to have her as a girlfriend. God knows that boy couldn't save his life with that messy life.”
He walked towards the Headmaster's office and knocked on the door before him when he arrived. A muffled ‘come in’ was heard from the other side. He turned the knob and entered the Headmaster's office, bowing respectfully to the person before him.
“Good afternoon, Professor. I was informed that you were looking for me?”
The Headmaster—Professor Lupin, looked up and smiled kindly as he saw Draco. “Ah, young Malfoy. Please do have a seat,” he said, motioning towards the seat in front of his table.
Draco walked forward cautiously, not knowing how to act since he had never been called into the Headmaster's office. He immediately tried to dig into his memories to see if he had ever caused any trouble. He found none.
"How are you, young Malfoy?" asked Professor Lupin once he was seated, smiling kindly at him.
"I am very well, Professor. Thank you for asking," replied Draco, carving a smile of his own. "How about you, Professor?"
"Never better, young boy. Never better." nodded Professor Lupin, eyes regarding him with an unreadable twinkle that made him force himself not to start fidgeting in his seat.
"I'm glad to hear that, Professor." smiled Draco politely. Realising it would be an awkward silence between them after the pleasant exchange, Draco decided to jump into his genuine concern. “What can I do for you, Professor?”
At that, the Headmaster held a few moments before taking off his glasses and putting them on his table, rubbing the bridge of his nose and sighing, “I need to ask for you to do me a favour, young Malfoy. Could you do it for me?”
Draco crossed his brows, hands clasped tightly together on his lap. “May I ask what kind of favour you want me to do?”
Professor Lupin put on his glasses and went rummaging through his drawers before he pulled out a file with a triumphant look. He brought the file in front of Draco, and with a confused mind, Draco took the file from the older man and opened it when he was told to. It was a file of a student. Draco looked at the student’s picture and his name—Harry James Potter. His eyes widened.
Harry James Potter was the football team’s captain of the school. He was handsome, possessing rather shaggy black hair. Still, it looked good on him: tan skin and firm muscles from his school activities, and most importantly, he was insanely popular with the student population. Everyone wanted him. He was irresistible.
Draco brought his eyes towards the Headmaster and looked at him. "Do you have any agenda for showing me Harry Potter's student file?” he asked, confused. Professor Lupin laughed delightfully before motioning towards the file, “I need you to read his academic result.”
He promptly scanned the file and instantly cringed as soon as he saw what was written on the paper, “How can someone have a very low grade for all subjects?” he mumbled, primarily to himself, but the Headmaster heard him.
“I know, right?”
Draco gave the Headmaster a half-hearted smile that was more of a grimace as an answer.
“Do you know him by any chance?” asked Professor Lupin.
Draco immediately shook his head, “Not really. I've seen him around the school but never met him in person. I've only heard about him from my friends.”
“I see,” nodded Professor Lupin, leaning back on his comfortable leather chair.
Draco observed the Headmaster, who was looking back at him with a small smile. He bit his lips, now understanding why the Headmaster had asked to meet him. He cleared his throat, “Are you asking me to tutor him, Professor?” he asked carefully.
The Headmaster's face bloomed brilliantly, and Draco already knew the answer, “Yes, young Malfoy. I want him to graduate with flying colours.”
・・・
Perhaps that was why he was here at the moment, at the football team's meeting room, because he couldn't turn down the Headmaster's expectant face.
Draco could hear the ruckus from inside, and he gulped, raising a shaky hand to hover in front of the door. He was never fond of jocks, after all. He found them rather atrocious. Ron was the only exception. With a firm determination and a large inhale of air, he knocked on the door as politely as possible.
Almost instantly, the ruckus inside the room went silent, and he was left standing at the door, unsure of himself, before someone slid open. A boy with spiked hair blinked when he saw Draco and titled his head questionably. “Can I help you, Malfoy?”
This boy knew him, Draco assumed. He quickly put on a smile. “Hello, may I know if Harry Potter is here?”
The boy grinned, pointed at his back, and moved his body to allow Draco to see the team’s captain, who was looking back at him with raised brows.
“Do you need me?” the captain asked, pointing at himself, and Draco nodded.
Harry Potter rose from his seat and walked over to Draco, slapping the other boy's shoulder in a friendly manner when they switched places. He gave Draco a polite smile. “What is it?”
“It’s the school’s cutie, Draco Malfoy."
Draco frowned when he heard that. His eyes went past Potter's shoulder to see almost everyone in the meeting room now had their eyes on him, some craning their heads for a better look. Some gave him a friendly wave, and Draco stared at them blankly. School’s cutie?
Potter’s chuckles snapped him out, and he immediately brought his eyes to the team captain.
“Well, cutie. What can I do for you?” asked Potter, leaning against the door frame endearingly as he smirked.
Draco cleared his throat and looked up at the boy before him—Wow, his hair is horrendous up close. “Do you have time to talk for a moment?”
“Sure,” answered Potter easily, grinning down at him.
Draco blinked. He glanced down at the books he held tightly to his chest and then back at Potter. “The headmaster has sent me to tutor you, since your academic results are...well, not up to an acceptable standard.”
“Oh, he didn’t send you to please me?”
"Pardon?” Draco widened his eyes as the boy in front of him widened his smirk. He found that almost immediately after a few moments of talking to this boy, he was rather impossible to deal with. Draco shook his head, clearing his head from the blooming judgement he had for Potter. He put on a smile.
“Anyway, as I was saying, I came here to inform you that you only need to spend an hour on our tutorial session. Three times a week. Therefore, I would like to ask if you can make some of your time for it?"
Hearing that, Potter wore a serious face, and Draco thought that maybe this boy cared about his academic results. “Hm, you know I’ve been busy with the practice for the upcoming game...”
Draco promptly frowned. “You're meant to say that you did not have the time?” he asked, tilting his head.
Potter hummed and tapped his chin, looking thoughtful with brows crossing in a serious demeanour before it changed in a flash when the team captain pulled out a wicked smirk, “Well, if I have a cutie as my tutor, I will surely find a free time for us. How’s that sound?”
Draco stared at the team captain, whose smirk was still in place as he stared back at him with a challenging look.
“Sure," replied Draco after a moment, lips pursing in thin lines as he narrowed his eyes slightly. "It’s fine with me since you’re the one who needs help. You can call me anytime when you’re free. Here’s my number.” Draco tore a piece of paper from the book he was holding with his number written on it and handed it to Potter, watching his action in amusement.
“I am surely lucky to have you as my tutor.”
“Pardon?” said Draco, not entirely understanding what Potter was saying. He felt, however, that the team captain was messing around with him. He stood up straighter, “I just wanted to help. As I was saying, you’re the one wh—.”
His words were cut when Potter grabbed his wrist, the one holding the paper, and pulled him closer rather firmly so that he almost crashed into Potter's chest.
“I know," said Potter, searching into his eyes. "I’m the one who needs help.” he gave a boyish grin at Draco and snatched the paper off Draco’s hand with his other hand. He raised the paper to the air, a triumphant look somehow carved upon his face as he studied the paper. His hand held onto Draco, tightening a bit, only to have a slight squeeze.
He brought his eyes to Draco then, smiling a genuine smile before he raised Draco’s hand to his face and put on a chaste kiss to his knuckles.
There were cheers, and catcalls erupted behind them.
Draco gaped openly at him.
"Well, I'll call you then." winked Potter, giving one last squeeze to his hand before he released them and entered the meeting room, closing the door behind him and leaving Draco speechless.
・・・
Later that night, he was reading theories from the textbook when his phone went off. He quickly put down the material and grabbed his phone to see an unsaved number displayed on the screen. He picked up with a careful, "Hello, Draco Malfoy speaking."
"Hey, cutie."
Draco promptly snorted. He already knew who it was. "Hello, Potter. I'm assuming you've already found free time to study?"
He heard a light chuckle from Potter, "Of course. I always have time for a cutie like you."
Draco barely managed to hold his rolled eyes, holding the phone with one hand as he studied his nails. "May I know when that is, then?"
Potter laughed, "Cheeky, I like that. Well, this Saturday. At my house.”
"Saturday, at your house?" parroted Draco with a raised brow. "Must it be at your house?"
Not that he minded, but he'd prefer a library over someone's house. There was much to be read at the library; much can be done.
He, however, could hear Potter pulling out a smirk over the phone. "Scared, Malfoy?"
Draco scoffed out loud. "I am certainly not. I was thinking maybe there are other places we could go. Like, a library, for example."
"Nope," said Potter with a finality. "I can only study at my house."
Draco suppressed the urge to produce an irritating sound. This person was the hardest one to deal with. His other students usually went with what he suggested. "Well, as long as we can do our tutor session."
"I will send you my address then," said Potter and promptly ended the call, leaving Draco staring at his phone incredulously. Not a second later, his phone chimed, indicating a new message had come in. He opened it to see it was Potter's address.
To: Potter
Thank you. See you on Saturday.
From: Potter
I can’t wait for it. Good night, sweetheart.
Draco frowned at that.
To: Potter
You too.
・・・・・・
After half an hour's journey by bus on Saturday morning, Draco found himself in front of a house. He lifted a brow and looked at his phone to check if the address matched. Indeed. This was Potter’s house—a fucking mansion.
He stood before the enormous gate blinking and quickly roamed his eyes over the gate for something. He found an intercom and rang it. He waited for a few moments before it was answered.
“May I help you?”
Draco stared, eyes wide. "Yes, well. I’m here for Harry Potter?”
“Young master? Do you have an appointment with him?”
Draco gaped at the intercom. Appointment?
He took a deep breath and said, “Well, I'd rather think so. My name is Draco Malfoy. Your young master should know that I will be coming here today.”
There were a few beats of silence. “I'm sorry, sir. Please come in .”
The gate automatically opened, and Draco awkwardly stepped into the mansion’s area. He looked around and was impressed by what he saw. He was rather well-loaded, coming from an old family line, but with his parents living in France, he was comfortable sharing an apartment with Pansy.
It took him five minutes to walk to reach the gigantic front door, and he was about to knock when a pair of maids opened the door for him.
"Welcome,” they said in unison.
Draco stared at the two maids, who wore an actual maids' uniform: puffy skirts with blouses and a cute small apron. He found himself smiling at them, “Thank you,”
“You’re welcome. This way, please,” The maids politely led the way, and Draco followed their trails, greatly impressed with what his eyes caught as he let them roam around the ample space. His eyes widened delightfully when he saw a glimpse of a grand piano down the hall on his right, unconsciously pouting when the maids walked straight to the left instead, leading to a small room. Draco pleasantly noted that the room smelt nice, decorated with simple yet expensive furniture.
“You may wait here, sir. The young master will come soon," the maid gestured at the leather couch, and Draco smiled, thanking them. He carefully sat down as the maids disappeared elsewhere. Draco pursed his lips, feeling out of place in someone else's residence. He looked around again to pass the time, drumming his fingers on his thighs.
Moments later, a maid brought him a beverage and food. Draco thanked them again and started digging in. The journey managed to make him hungry, after all. When he finished his food, Harry Potter was still not in his sight.
But, of course, he spoke too soon.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
The sudden hot breath against his right ear made him turn to the source promptly to find Potter smirking down at him—hands in his pocket, looking all cool and handsome.
Draco cleared his throat, “I’m not your sweetheart, mind you.”
The other boy chuckled and held a hand at Draco, who stared at his hand in confusion. “Pardon?”
“Give me your hand,” commanded Potter.
Draco snorted but did as he was told.
“Good boy,” Potter smirked, pulling Draco to his feet and dragging him upstairs.
“Where are you taking me?” asked Draco, and he was very well aware that some of the maids were looking at them, whispering to each other. Maybe Potter noticed it, too, because he suddenly flashed his handsome grin at them, making them swoon over him. After all, most of the maids were female. Draco rolled his eyes at that.
Potter turned to him over his shoulder and winked, “My room.”
"What?" Draco tried to stop his steps, but Potter already did. Before he even knew it, Draco found himself standing in front of a mahogany door, and Potter smiled at him before he pushed the door open and led them inside.
Draco looked around the place with interest, “This is your room?”
“Yeah. Do you like it?” asked Potter, looking at him with a tilted head.
“Why would you ask me that?”
Potter just shrugged, “Just because.”
Draco bit his lip, “Well,"
Potter's room reminded him of his room back in France, though it was slightly bigger than his. Draco looked at the room; one king bed was dominating the area. It was decorated with red and gold sheets, and although the colour choice was a bit painful for Draco's eyes, it looked comfortable. The room was painted dark, and Draco mentally gave Potter a point—his own room was painted dark. The curtains compliment the vast window, and Draco thought it must be nice for Potter to enjoy the view anytime he wanted. There was a slight mess with some of his football equipment around the room, but Draco thought it was common in young adults' rooms. Not bad.
He shrugged and turned to Potter with a small, polite smile. “It’s pleasant.”
“I’m glad then. So, should we start?”
“Oh, right!” Draco exclaimed. He had forgotten what he intended to do coming to Potter's house. He shouldered off his rucksack, brought some books from his bag, and looked around, “Where should we study?”
Though Potter's room was big enough for everything, Draco couldn't locate the study table. He looked at Potter questioningly, who just blinked, looking around too.
“There.” pointed Potter.
Draco’s brows knitted together, “Your bed?”
“Yeah. It’s the best spot there is.” shrugged Potter.
“How can you study there?” asked Draco incredulously.
“It’s comfortable.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Watch me,” said Potter, walking to his bed and sitting on it. He took a remote from his nightstand and pressed a button. Suddenly, a board came out from under his bed, automatically moving itself to form a table over it.
Draco gaped.
"There," said Potter, tapping the table board proudly. "We can study here."
Draco shook his head. “I’m not going to sit there,” he said, scanning the room again and noticing a small decoration table in the corner. He dropped his bag on the floor and worked to carry it, much to Potter’s amusement.
"What are you doing?”
He placed the table next to Potter’s bed and proceeded to his books on it, taking a seat on the floor. He faked a smile at the boy on the bed, “I’ll sit here.”
“You can’t. You have to sit here, next to me,” protested Potter, patting the place he'd left for Draco in the bed with a disapproving frown.
“No. I prefer it here.”
“How do you expect to teach me if I’m on the bed and you're on the floor?” Potter asked, making an unimpressed face.
“It’s going to work out,” said Draco, clasping his hands together. “Well," he continued, summoning his professionalism as he smiled up at Potter with too many teeth. "Which subject do you have problems with?”
“Hm," huffed Potter, face showing displeasure that got Draco to hold his chuckle. "Everything, I guess.” the boy shrugged.
“Well, we'd better start now.” chirped Draco.
・・・
“Do you get it so far?” Draco asked forty minutes later into their tutoring session. They decided to focus on a subject for today and another subject for the next session.
Potter nodded a bit, “I guess.”
“Good. Now I’m going to give you some exercise, and you will complete it. You can ask questions if you don’t understand, is that okay?”
“Yeah, it' should be fine,” answered Potter with much less enthusiasm.
"Excellent! We have twenty minutes left. If you can't complete it today, you can bring them to our next session."
Draco handed him a few sheets of paper, and Potter took them. He then turned to his scattered books and sheets, and he decided to tidy up.
He looked up at Potter when he heard the boy sigh. Draco noticed his uninterested face as he looked down at the paper, and he reached out to tap the boy's knee. “Hey, don’t give up yet. You can do it.”
Potter looked at him, blinking before he gave an attractive smile. “Alright, here we go,” he said, twirling the pencil around his finger, and started answering the questions.
Draco found himself smiling along as he took out his phone, deciding to take a break and start skimming his phone through his social media.
“Hey, Draco?” called Potter a few minutes later.
Draco looked up as Potter pointed to a question on the paper, “I don’t understand this part.”
“Which one?” Draco rose from his spot and went to Potter.
“Here,” the boy said, and Draco took the pencil when Potter offered it to him. He tapped it on the question before he looked at Potter again, “This is a tricky question. Give me a moment and I will explain it to you."
Draco turned his full attention to the paper when Potter decided to speak again, “Hey, Draco?”
“Hm?”
“Do you realise where you are right now?”
The tutor looked at the other boy in pure confusion, “In your room, why?”
Potter gave him a wicked smirk that got him nervous. Even more when Potter leaned closer to him and whispered, “Indeed, and you’re on my bed.”
Draco blinked before he looked around. Here he was, saying he wouldn't step into the bed, but that was exactly what he was doing. He was sitting casually next to Potter, maybe close to Potter. He realised that his shoulder was touching Potter’s broad chest as he tried to get a better look at the paper. Much worse, Potter smelt really good. He felt his blood rush to his cheek, and he bit his lip.
“Uh—I,” He tried to back away, but the sudden hand around his waist was unexpected. He looked at Potter alarmingly, but the boy just shrugged and smiled, “It's okay. I like this position better.”
“B-But...”
“Now, how do I solve this problem, Draco?”
Draco gulped and gripped the pencil tighter. He could feel the heat of Potter's body, a hard rock chest snuggled firmly against his shoulder. He desperately demanded his heart to slow down the sudden thundering beat against his ribcage. “Uhm, here, you need to...”
But Potter had a different intention when he didn’t listen to his explanation. Instead, he buried his nose in Draco’s temple and hair, caressing his nose softly against his person. He felt Potter drop some kisses on his cheek, temple, and ear, and Draco hitched a breath when Potter nibbled his earlobe a bit.
“A–Ahh,”
Potter stopped.
“D–Don’t do that.”
Come the shaky voice of Draco.
He felt Potter's smirk as his sinful lips pressed against his skin, and he pulled away to look at Draco, who was now flushed red. “Why? Couldn’t stand it?”
“I don’t know why you did that, but as you can see, I’m here to help you get better grades. You—You’re rich and—and if you’re smart, you'll be a full package for a handsome guy.” Draco didn’t know what made him say that, but he needed to say something to calm his heart down.
“You think so?” asked Potter, hands tightening around Draco.
“Ye–Yes.”
"Do you know that you’re cute?”
“Ex–excuse me?” blinked Draco, eyes wide as he stared at Potter.
“I feel like I want to eat you,” he whispered huskily.
Draco snapped and moved to shove Potter away. “S–Solve that question by yourself. I–I have to go. We’re done for today. See you on Monday,” he scrambled down the bed, gave Potter a slight stiff nod as a parting way, and picked up his things before he dashed out of the room, missing the amused chuckle by Potter and a fond of,
“Adorable.”
・・・・・・
“Pansy!”
The girl, who was resting on the couch and watching a television programme, frowned when she heard the other boy’s voice outside their apartment.
“Pansy!” Draco shouted again, this time clearer as he practically kicked the door open and jumped on the younger girl, making her yelp, "Draco!”
“Pansy!” Draco grabbed the girl’s hand, looking all serious.
“What’s wrong, dear?” asked Pansy in worry, looking at Draco’s grim expression.
Draco swallowed a dry throat, inhaled a large breath, and started to talk, grasping Pansy's hand tightly as his anchor before he lost his mind. “You see, I had a tutor session with Harry Potter today, and I taught him like I usually did with the other students. Then, I told him to solve some questions, but he asked me to help with this one question he didn’t understand. So, I taught him how to solve it. Then, he started sniffing me and kissed my cheek, and he bit my ear. I thought I would die because my heart was beating so fast—I thought it would jump out of my chest! Oh, if only you were me, Pans, you would know.”
He ended his tales with an exaggerated sigh and let go of Pansy’s hand as he plopped himself next to the younger one, burying his head into her stomach. Having just experienced a life-threatening situation, he ought to be as dramatic as he wanted.
Pansy blinked and looked at Draco, caressing his soft white-blond hair. She processed the older boy's words and let out an amused smile. “So, you meant to tell me that your heart beats faster because of this Harry Potter?”
Draco nodded against her stomach, peeking out an eye to stare helplessly at the younger girl. "Is there something wrong with me?"
“Oh, Draco," sighed Pansy. She couldn't help but smile fondly at the older boy. "It's normal.”
“Really?” asked Draco, eyes widened innocently and got Pansy to chuckle.
“Why do I feel it now?” continued Draco.
The question made Pansy huff out loud, and a flare of irritation emerged within her. "Because you're so obsessed with teaching other people when it was not even your job." She gave Draco a flat look. "Sweetheart, what's the point of having a teacher if you insist on teaching other students?! You haven't graduated, and I get it if your dream is to be a teacher, but right now, you're supposed to study and have fun, Draco. In fact, at this age, you should find yourself a love interest, kiss someone, and explore! If you continue being like this, God knows how much of a boring life you might have for the rest of your life.” Pansy pointed out, placing a hand on her chest, feeling much better now that she had the chance to say her piece of mind. She’d been waiting to tell Draco about that, and thank God this was the right time.
"But–but I genuinely enjoyed spending my time helping troubled students," mumbled Draco, a shadow of pout painted on his face.
"And God bless you for that," sighed Pansy again. She understood where Draco was coming from, "But I want you to lay back a little bit. You've been spending too much time tutoring other students, Draco."
"What about the students, then?" asked Draco, unsure. "I can't just stop out of nowhere." Besides, wasn't that his duty as a student- helping others while keeping a good grade?
"Oh, sweetheart," said Pansy, fingers crossed through the soft strands. "Your school has those tutor organisations for a reason. There are tutors other than you who could take over your students."
Draco frowned. "How did you even know that?"
"Why, Hermione told me, of course."
"Hermione?" blinked Draco incredulously at Pansy. "How did you even know her? You went to an all-girls school, Pans."
Pansy gave him an unimpressed look. "Oh, for fuck sake, Draco. You once brought her to come here when Ron was busy with practice and couldn't take her out for a date. Do you remember?"
Draco stared at her, mentally searching in his memory banks for that particular moment. "I don't think I've ever brought her here."
"Why am I even surprised," said Pansy with pursed lips. "It was back when you were still doing your sessions in our apartment before we caught one of them stealing our things. Ah, now that I remember, you held a session and asked me to entertain Hermione. So we went to the mall, and she returned home by herself. Not that you were aware, of course, because, by the time I got back, you were already hibernating in your room."
Draco was appalled as he listened to Pansy's tale. He could have sworn that he did not recall those moments in his memories.
"I…"
"Never mind that." snipped Pansy dismissively, rolling her eyes. "You were a hopeless case. I don't even know why I bothered to try."
"Hey!"
"Anyway," grinned Pansy, wiggling her brows, and Draco knew there was nothing good when she had those looks on her face. "Harry Potter, was he good-looking?"
Without a beat, Draco scoffed and mumbled, "Insanely handsome, more like."
Pansy's eyes were gleaming. "He caught your attention."
"What's that supposed to mean?" sniffed Draco, pulling away from Pansy and moving to sit beside her.
Pansy, being the annoying bint she was, started to laugh delightfully, clapping her hands excitedly. Her eyes were still gleaming, shining brightly the further she laughed like she knew something Draco didn't. "Oh, Draco, whoever this Harry Potter was, I want to thank him for finally knocking some sense into your head.”
“What are you talking about, Pans?" frowned Draco, looking so lost that Pansy almost pinched his pale, smooth cheeks. Instead, she smiled widely, put her hands between his cheeks, and squeezed them together. “Sweetie, he might be your potential love interest!”
“What?” Draco widened his eyes, straightened up, and swatted the offensive hands away from his person. “What do you mean by that? Potter is not my potential love interest or something along the way. No.”
“Yes, way. Oh my god! I can’t believe this is finally happening. I'm going to tell Theo about this.” Pansy squealed in excitement and kissed his cheek before she skipped to her room, probably looking for her phone, while Draco was left alone, dumbfounded.