You are (Y/N) (L/N), a sixth year muggleborn Gryffindor. You like Draco Malfoy but there is no way that he would like you back.
*Your POV*
"Miss (L/N), stay behind." Slughorn said.
I sighed, sitting back down in my seat. There was no way I would pass this class, I hardly scraped by last year.
"You too, Mr. Malfoy." The Professor added.
What?
After the room cleared out, Slughorn spoke.
"Since Miss (L/N) is failing my class and you're one of the top students, you'll be tutoring her. For extra credit, of course." Way to be blunt.
"Of course, Professor." Draco said.
We arranged to meet in the Potions classroom later that afternoon before leaving to go to the rest of our classes
Draco pulled me back, just in time, before my potion exploded in my face.
"How did that even happen? We had everything right." He asked, confused, as he looked at the recipe.
"I have no idea." I shrugged, sitting back down in my seat.
He cast a quick spelling, cleaning up the mess.
"Can we take a break?" I asked, sitting back down in my chair.
"Sure. I think something might be wrong with your cauldron, that's why everything is blowing up." He said, not looking up at me.
"You too." I said.
"Hmm?" Draco asked, finally looking up from my cauldron.
"We've been trying to figure this out for over two hours. Come sit down." I said.
He sighed, sitting in the chair next to me.
"That wasn't too hard now, was it?" I asked teasingly.
"Shut up." Draco grumbled.
"Make me." I sassed.
Within seconds his lips were on mine. I froze for a moment before kissing back. We pulled back for air. Draco got up from his chair.
"Where are you going?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I stood from my chair.
"As much as I loved that, I have to figure out what the hell is wrong with your cauldron." Draco said.
"The cauldron can wait." I said, leaning up to kiss him.
