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Title: The Condition to Tutoring Harry James Potter

Rating: T

Pairing: Roger Davies/Harry Potter

Summary: Roger Davies thought Harry's condition was ridiculous. "You have to promise that you won't fall in love with me," Harry said. Why would he, Roger Davies fall in love with a small scruffy bespectacled boy from Gryffindor? Not possible right?

Warnings: Slash: Male/male pairing, Language, Fluff, slight AU, and a little language but mostly it's teen friendly up until a certain point.

Note: Kamerreon's Birthday Challenge. Happy early Birthday Tobi!

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Part I

It was a tradition amongst the house of Ravenclaw, every year Professor Flitwick handed them a list of students from other houses that were struggling in a subject that was required for their idealistic job.

It was always fifth years because they were preparing for their OWLs which would define what they could and could not have access too when NEWT classes began in their sixth year.

It wasn't the happiest year, Umbridge had taken over the school and the whole world was up in arms over a scandal that included the Headmaster, the boy-who-lived, and the Ministry.

It seemed to be a dangerous battle of wits going on and no one seemed to be coming out as the victor. Tutoring someone might actually be worth it this year, seventeen-year-old Roger Davies thought as he flicked through.

Roger ignored the babble around him as he moved through the library like common room.

"Hey Roger!" Cho Chang called out causing Roger to pause briefly and glance up.

"Er – hello, Cho," he said before going about his business.

She was nothing but a puddle of tears this year, getting into that was not something Roger was about to do. He quietly entered the deserted dormitory and sagged down on his bed which was closest to the bathroom.

His first idea was to find a Hufflepuff, they were always easiest to deal with but he paused when he saw Harry Potter's name on the long list. His aspiration was an Auror, not a surprise but he was failing Potions horrendously.

Actually, from the rumours, Roger would say that Snape was failing at Potions. He was really always a sore loser.

He thought about it, well, tutoring Harry Potter would take some work but it wouldn't be boring, he thought. He circled around the name and closed it shut.

It was two weeks after the beginning of the school year and everyone could feel the air was cold and frigid and it reminded Roger of the time that the Dementors had been stationed at the gates.

It was just like this, everyone was on edge, even the teachers. He stood and plopped the paper down on the dresser in front of him before peering up into the looking glass at his reflection.

Tall and thin, Roger Davies resembled more of a Seeker than he did a Chaser, but it was his speed that helped him excel. Although, he wouldn't pay to compete against Harry Potter when it came to the position of Seeker. The boy naturally owned the skies and the snitch.

He had dark brown almost black hair and Roger never really thought that there was much special about him except for his height and the only other person that was taller than him was the seventh Gryffindor, Cormac McLaggan.

His eyes were the same dark brown and they were deep and sometimes it looked like he had shadows around his eyes from lack of sleep when in reality it was the way they were set.

He wasn't like most of his fellow Ravenclaws, he was a bit of an odd one out and Roger guessed that could be why they flocked around him more often than not. While everyone was in the common room or library cramming every bit of information in their heads that they could, Roger Davies never needed to do such. He read things once and he absorbed the information.

He never needed to pine over the idea of failing or getting anything lower than a one hundred percent on an assignment.

Even though he was the only one to leave the common room to think more clearly about who he wanted to tutor, he was the first one to hand the packet back to Flitwick.

"Thank you Mr. Davies!"

Roger inclined his head before retrieving a scroll from Flitwick that had all of Potter's past grades. It was no secret that his Defense was amazing; he outstripped everyone in the school, even those older. He was also a damn whiz when it came to Quidditch.

He was a natural, but his potions. They were horrendous. He didn't tell anyone who he was tutoring, not even Cho when she asked and when it came to having personal friends, well to be honest he didn't really have many of those. Being popular gave you casual friends and meant you were popular with the girls and teachers, but when it came to someone knowing him on a level deeper than the exterior, Roger Davies was a true loner.

He was about to go find his charge when something brushed up beside him causing Roger to blink and stare down at a mousy blonde haired girl with green eyes.

She was the eccentric little lunatic, Roger thought immediately. Luna Lovegood.

"You'll find him hiding by Hagrid's hut," Luna said without blinking.

"Excuse me?" Roger asked.

"Harry Potter," she whispered dreamily. "He's by Hagrid's Hut."

Roger wondered how the hell she knew that he had chosen Harry Potter but instead of inquiring in fear of hearing a strange answer, he simply nodded and left the common room.

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Yawning, Harry sat with his back to the door of Hagrid's hut. The half-giant was still gone but Harry still used it as a refuge to hide away from people who wanted to either torment him or take up all his time.

He already landed numerous detentions by Umbridge and his hand was swollen and red from the lines carved sinisterly in his hand. He knew he was allowing the vicious woman to abuse him wrongfully, but he didn't want her to win. His pride was at stake and if he lost that, what did he have left?

There was a crack of a leaf and Harry thought that it may have been Luna; the young eccentric little blonde had been visiting him often. He never expected that he would find such a good person and friend in the girl. It was simply the aura around her that made Harry comfortable, she never judged, and she most certainly didn't preach.

Sometimes they would skip stones together and other times they would talk but most of the time neither said a word.

"There you are," said a voice Harry did not recognize.

He blinked and glanced over surprised as he was to see the Ravenclaw Captain standing a few feet away. He had a scroll in his hand and he was gazing around shrewdly. How odd, why would the Ravenclaw even seek him out? They didn't know each other; they'd never even had a proper conversation.

"I was looking for you, Lovegood told me you'd be here," he said stepping forward and presenting him with a scroll.

Harry frowned and took it from imposing Quidditch Captain. "What is it? Send the Head Boy to do Umbridge's dirty work?" he asked snidely causing Roger to start at the tone.

"What the hell are you talking about Potter?" Roger asked. "I'm here from Flitwick. I don't do anyone's bidding."

"Good of you," Harry muttered opening the scroll and reading it over. "Tutoring?"

"Every year we take a fifth year to tutor. It's extracurricular and it goes on our resumes for future careers after Hogwarts. I saw you are in need of severe Potions for your placement as an Auror."

Harry stared at it. "Who told you I wanted to be an Auror?"

"Don't you?" Roger asked.

"I do but I didn't tell many people that," Harry said rolling it back up.

Roger took the scroll and turned it over a few times and examined Harry now that he could up close. The boy was small and scruffy and his glasses did him no good at all, they looked lopsided as if they'd been broken so many times that even magic was having problems keeping it together.

His hair was a wild black mess and it knew no gravity whatsoever, his skin was ultra pale, but the one thing that really stood out was his eyes. They were luminous green, so bright in fact that they reminded Roger of an alley cat that he'd spot late at night.

Of all his flaws, his eyes made up for it.

"What do you say, Potter?"

Harry hummed at the query. "That's fine, tell me when and where. Saturday, I have a detention."

"Already?" Roger choked in shock.

Harry smiled lazily. "Ain't no rest for the wicked," he commented causing Roger to pause and repeat the phrase.

"Ain't is not a word Potter," Roger corrected.

Harry chuckled and stood, he stretched his arms up over his head. "No kidding, it's a Muggle phrase, Davies. How about Friday at five?"

"Library?" Roger asked observing the horrendous clothing Harry possessed.

Harry met Roger's tall frame and smiled gently. "Sure, but I have one condition," he said holding his finger up innocently.

Roger arched a crafted eyebrow. "What's that?" he asked curious.

"You have to promise that you won't fall in love with me."

Roger jerked at the request, it was said so soft and factual that he almost thought Harry was serious. He began to laugh, how absurd!

Harry simply stood there waiting for the handsome captain to get a hold of himself.

"Y- you're insane!" Roger snorted.

"That's what they all say," Harry reminded seriously.

Roger shook his head and straightened. "Ah, don't worry little Harry Potter, I won't fall in love with you. I promise," he said with a crooked grin.

Harry knew Roger was being a joker but that didn't stop him from being serious. "Good, then that's settled. See you Friday."

Roger rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Fall in love with Harry Potter? As if he ever would! He thought incredulously. It was laughable!

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"Roger Davies is going to tutor you?" Hermione Granger sat back in the seat and looked awed and Harry could see a sparkle in her eyes.

Harry shrugged. "Something the Ravenclaws do every year."

"Too bad for you mate," Ron said with a snort. "That has to be lame, tutoring with a Ravenclaw."

"Oh Ron, shush! This is a good opportunity for Harry," Hermione chided. "I think it's good, Roger Davies is at the top of his class, and he's Head Boy for goodness sakes!"

"I'm aware," Harry said idly. "Well, it'll give me something to do while I'm sitting and waiting for Umbridge to peck at me some more."

"You shouldn't give that toad a reason, Harry," Hermione stated. "She's using you as an example."

"I don't care, I won't back down," Harry said sharply. "She can try and hush me up all she wants, the more I fight the more someone will listen finally and hopefully it won't be too late."

Hermione's shoulders sagged in defeat and Ron huffed. "This is heavy man, we have an abusive Ministry idiot and everyone believes you're barmy."

"Not unusual," Harry said. "Typical year at Hogwarts. If I'm not the Heir of Slytherin or the pariah who is so powerful that he can put his name in an enchanted cup then I'm an attention seeking brat like Dumbledore is a farfetched, passed his prime loony."

"What do you think will become of that?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

Harry laughed and stood, he tapped his Muggle pen on the notebook. "The whole world will suddenly crash and burn into the sea of hell. What else Hermione? You've read all the Muggle fantasy books of magic. It gets worse before it gets better."

"Mate?" Ron asked frowning. "What are you talking about?"

Hermione didn't answer but Harry smiled. "I gotta go to the library now, see you guys. Don't wait up."

"Bye, Harry," Hermione said waving sadly.

It was going to be a cold night, Harry thought as he walked by one of the windows and paused for a moment to peer out. He could see the wind picking up and pushing the tree branches and leaves around the courtyard around like a bully. The skies were dusky, it was beginning to get darker earlier and Harry wondered if it was really the change of weather or something more sinister.

Harry's mind drifted over to Sirius and he couldn't help but wonder what his godfather was getting up too. Actually, perhaps he didn't want to know considering he was trapped in that murky dark house all alone unless Remus Lupin was with him. He may not have known his godfather for long but he did know that the man was rash and a bit wild. And to go from Azkaban to a cold home where every object inside hated you could not be easy.

Harry could smell the Firewhisky from where he was, Sirius was probably getting pissed all to hell and poor Remus Lupin was probably there to catch the man when he fell.

Voldemort was out there somewhere giving him pains in his scar and the dreams of corridors were becoming more of a nuisance. It reminded him of the maze from the Tri Wizard Tournament except there were no hedges and it was just paths of corridors and doors that didn't open.

He pushed the double doors to the still and silent library, Madam Pince was nowhere to be found and Harry knew he was early. He weaved between the dusty shelves of books and took the seat furthest in the back near the chained off Restricted Section.

Harry pushed his glasses up the thin bridge of his nose as he opened a book that he had gotten out of the Black Library that summer. It was one that he had never shown Ron or Hermione and didn't dare tell Sirius about.

It was dark, Harry knew that much but the tome had called out to him and the gold leather bound text wound up in the bottom of his trunk.

Harry quickly found out exactly why the book was so dark. There were thirty-five chapters and each one covered a dark spell/curse ranging from five pages to twelve. The Unforgivables were explained more than the imposter Moody ever could. The theory and psychological effect that it had on enemies as well as the casters was monumental.

"There you are." Roger Davies appeared before Harry's table and placed three books beside him. "I thought you bailed on me."

"No," Harry said closing his text and sliding it into his bag. He zeroed in on the books beside him. "What are these?"

"Your study materials, let's get started," Roger said sitting across from the teen.

Harry placed his elbow on the table and propped his chin up in the palm of his hand. "Teach me then."

"Without falling in love, right?" Roger mocked.

Harry offered him a ghostly smile. "That's right, Roger Davies. Laugh all you want but I wasn't joking."

Roger Davies found that his laughter had been extinguished, his brows furrowed at the way Harry spoke and he considered the words once more and tried to put them in a serious sort of order.

The teen shook his head, Harry Potter was insane, Roger Davies could never fall for the boy. He definitely wasn't his type. But for some reason, even as he thought this, something strange began to settle in the pit of his stomach and he wasn't sure if he liked it much.