~Tutoring~

"Carry my trunk?" Bella asked blinking her dark lashes up at her boyfriend who obliged and heaved it up into one arm, carrying his own in the other.

The sun had dipped in the sky leaving it dark and speckled with stars. The only light was the light brimming from the lamps that lined the pathway up to the school.

Carriages rolled up the path, and before one had the chance to pass them Adrien loaded up their trunks and helped Bella up so that they were sitting opposite each other, their knees touching and an unusually soft smile on her face.

Did she love him? No, that was absurd but she was indeed deeply infatuated with him, harbouring a feeling bordering on obsession with him, craving for him to want her, craving for him to want her like she so desperately wanted him.

Leaning over she cupped his face his her soft hands and pressed her lips against his, grinning into the kiss, deepening it as his hands wrapped around her waist.

The grounds sped by, ancient elm trees with magnificent emerald leaves and deep dark trunks that towered over them, providing a canopy and littering the path with spiky leaves.

"Come to my room tonight," Adrien grinned, lacing his fingers into hers, "I-" "Please, after the feast head back with me," he said, peppering her neck with kisses, making her laugh, a grin splitting open on her face.

"Ok, I will."

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"Miss Malfoy!"

A tall, regal looking woman approached Bella, lips pursed as she spoke again, her voice laden with a thick Scottish accent.

They had just finished the feast and she was on her way to the dungeons with Adrien who she told to go ahead.

Professor Mcgonagall's heels clacked on the tiles as she reached Bella, her usual serious look on her face, her lips pursed as tightly

"Yes Professor?" Bella answered, turning around and tucking her silvery hair behind her ear and cocking her head, confused as why the Gryffindor head of house would approach her when she herself was in Ravenclaw.

"You are obviously aware of your outstanding results in your O.W.L.S in my class, are you not?" Professor Mcgonagall asked, holding a piece of parchment in her left hand, wrapped with a thin red ribbon.

"Yes Professor," Bella said yet again, confusion growing on her more and more.

"Well other students haven't had so much...ease with my course and want to continue on with Transfiguration even though they didn't get the right grades. I was wondering if you could take time out of your schedule to her them improve their grades so they could resume the course in the second semester, it will only be one student and he's a lovely boy, quite loud and has the attention span of a fly but I assure you that extra credit and house points will be rewarded," she said, handing over the scroll.

"Of course Professor, I would be happy to do that," Bella lied, smiling and opening the scroll, furrowing her brow once she saw what it read.

"This is just your tutoring schedule and the course curriculum, I've talked to him already and he was more than happy-" "George Weasley?" Bella choked out, clenching her fists, a fake smile plastered across her pale face.

"Yes, that is your new tutee."

He knew, he couldn't wait to bring down hellfire upon her and she couldn't back out, not if he had anything to with it but two could play at that game.

She knew exactly when he snuck out to Hogsmeade with Fred, his twin, every week and when he went to parties in the room of requirement, coincidentally she was free then too.

"I would be happy to that Professor, if you see George, tell him that we'll do tutoring on Tuesday afternoons from four o'clock until dinner and then on Friday's same time," she said sweetly.

"Wonderful, thank you for doing this lovely, twenty points to Ravenclaw for your constant diligence," Mcgonagall nodded, turning on her heel and walking towards her office.

Smiling serenley Bella let out a high pitched shriek. It must have been quite the scene, her hair tucked behind her ear, her smile bordering on insane and her fists clenched tightly by her side.

Several second-year boys sniggered and whispered to each other, "Shut up or I'll hex all of you or even better put you in detention with Snape for a month!" she yelled drawing her wand and grinning as they scattered.

"Oh I sure hope you're fucking happy Weasley," she muttered, stuffing her wand back into her cloak and making her way to the dungeons.

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