C'est La Vie: Hogwarts
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
36
Views:
6,365
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not or will ever own Harry Potter nor gain profit for this fanfiction. This is only for fun and all credit goes to J.K. Rowling and her amazing crew. I only have ownership of the plot and one character. That's it, enjoy
Chapter Seventeen
Author's Note:
Keep reading my faithful reader!
You have made me one happy person.
Enjoy!
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Chapter Seventeen
(Tutoring with Longbottom)
Professor Evans schedule for them to have private session every day at six saying the long hour will be enough to shut the blond up.
Draco realized why he hated the woman, she reminded him of Professor Snape, only with a hot body and a clean reputation.
Looking at the ceiling to floor mirrors that covered the room, he wondered how Hogwarts could afford such expensive things on a nonexistent budge.
Dancing equipment doesn’t come cheap.
“Sorry I’m late; I had last minute practice with Professor Evans.” The voice of his tutor called when the slender teen walked into the room.
Draco glared at teen’s reflection in the mirror which Neville noticed.
To the Slytherin prince’s surprised Neville matched his glare, something he remember the teen use to flinch from during his younger years.
Draco knew the world was coming to an end when Neville Longbottom didn’t run away, screaming like a girl.
As if he knew what the blond was thinking, Neville eased up on his glare. “It’s called growing up, Malfoy. You get tired of people’s shit, you build a resistance.”
“Wow, Longbottom actually used a bad word. Does your grandmother know about the bad words her precious grandson uses?”
Old habits are hard to kill.
“For your information, my grandmother died during the war. So wherever her soul rots, I could care less.” He didn’t have time to care about the past anymore.
He already had enough to deal with.
Seeing that the boy was serious, he sighed. “Fine, I’m not here to fight with you.”
“Good, I would hate to see you get your ass handed to you.” Neville said.
Ignoring that, he continued with his civility. “Whatever. Just tell me this, Longbottom. What the professor said, is it true?”
“About me being partly famous and what not?”
“Yes.”
Neville nodded. “It’s true, but not what you’re expecting.” He left it open on purpose for the Slytherin could fill in the blanks. He knew with Draco’s one track mind, so he basically painted the perfect picture for him.
Besides, the pay was excellent, the costumes were sexy, and the ladies loved it, especially Ginny.
And from the look on Draco's face, the boy figured out what he meant.
Good, it made this tutoring session a lot easier to manage.
Keep reading my faithful reader!
You have made me one happy person.
Enjoy!
~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~
Chapter Seventeen
(Tutoring with Longbottom)
Professor Evans schedule for them to have private session every day at six saying the long hour will be enough to shut the blond up.
Draco realized why he hated the woman, she reminded him of Professor Snape, only with a hot body and a clean reputation.
Looking at the ceiling to floor mirrors that covered the room, he wondered how Hogwarts could afford such expensive things on a nonexistent budge.
Dancing equipment doesn’t come cheap.
“Sorry I’m late; I had last minute practice with Professor Evans.” The voice of his tutor called when the slender teen walked into the room.
Draco glared at teen’s reflection in the mirror which Neville noticed.
To the Slytherin prince’s surprised Neville matched his glare, something he remember the teen use to flinch from during his younger years.
Draco knew the world was coming to an end when Neville Longbottom didn’t run away, screaming like a girl.
As if he knew what the blond was thinking, Neville eased up on his glare. “It’s called growing up, Malfoy. You get tired of people’s shit, you build a resistance.”
“Wow, Longbottom actually used a bad word. Does your grandmother know about the bad words her precious grandson uses?”
Old habits are hard to kill.
“For your information, my grandmother died during the war. So wherever her soul rots, I could care less.” He didn’t have time to care about the past anymore.
He already had enough to deal with.
Seeing that the boy was serious, he sighed. “Fine, I’m not here to fight with you.”
“Good, I would hate to see you get your ass handed to you.” Neville said.
Ignoring that, he continued with his civility. “Whatever. Just tell me this, Longbottom. What the professor said, is it true?”
“About me being partly famous and what not?”
“Yes.”
Neville nodded. “It’s true, but not what you’re expecting.” He left it open on purpose for the Slytherin could fill in the blanks. He knew with Draco’s one track mind, so he basically painted the perfect picture for him.
Besides, the pay was excellent, the costumes were sexy, and the ladies loved it, especially Ginny.
And from the look on Draco's face, the boy figured out what he meant.
Good, it made this tutoring session a lot easier to manage.