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A/n: I know I have been horrible by not updating this story and all I have as an excuse is that…I'm sorry. I'll make sure I'll update regularly from now on, but I need to know if you guys really like this story or if there's anything different you'd like to see in the story. Any inconsistencies? Any obvious plot holes? Do tell me so that I can make my next chapters better. You guys shape me and I can never forget that!

Chapter 2: Tutoring for the soul

It was a day like every other and I, Iris McFinn, am spending my time fruitfully by sitting in the commonroom studying History of Magic. Not that I had any particular interest in the subject but I had to study it sometime and since Mr Playboy was to meet me in a few minutes, and I'm always in a bad mood after meeting him, I decided to make myself get some rest. This book about Troll rebellion in particular, was so comforting, so…

"Iris? Rissy! Wake up!" who was the dolt who was screaming in my ear? Not screaming precisely, more like yelling the castle down. I sat up dizzily, wondering how on earth I had managed to fall asleep. Looking out the window, I could see that the sun was still in the west, so it must be in the evening and there were a few people in the commonroom, so classes must still be going on. I must be missing one now, but I can't muster the energy to care. Bunking once in a while was healthy and I wasn't as studious as Rose to be bothered anyway.

"Iris?" oh, so he was the one who woke me up. Moving my eyes to his emerald green ones, the only part of his face that surprisingly managed to appear innocent, I was aware that he was staring at me in that imploring way of his. Now any other girl at Hogwarts, except his family and me, would unavoidably gush over his adorably perfect eyes and oh so silken hair and the gorgeous face, yada, yada. I on the other hand, glared at him unimpressed, and his grin turned impish as he sat beside me.

"Ditching class again? What is it this time? Potions? Slughorn's spoiled you too much"

"He seems to deal with it well enough." He shrugged before replying, "But so are you" what? I was ditching class? I had merely fallen asleep and since when was being dead beat not a good enough reason?

"I slept. That's different from running off with some random girl in the castle. Where were you, by the way? You should have been here…" I looked at the clock in the commonroom before replying..."two damn hours ago" he appeared flushed, as he very well should. It was all because of him that I had decided to read that book of mine and…where did it go? How did it end up on the table? Must have been some random student who cared too much about books. Getting back to the point,

"Sorry, but I'll make it up to you" he offered his heart melting smile, only it wasn't even melting an inch of mine.

"I was the one who was going to help you Albus, so don't use that patronizing tone with me. Why are you here anyway? Not up to enjoying a sunny day outside?" he turned towards the window, his hand automatically going to the nape of his neck. I didn't need my indomitable knowledge about gestures to know he was embarrassed. When he met my eyes, they were guarded, as if he was testing my reaction or something.

"I, I've kind of been here a while." He admitted and I confess I was shocked. Albus Potter, on time? Was the apocalypse just seconds away?

"Why didn't you just wake me up then?" I mean, that was logical, right? He wanted help with Charms and pestered me until I agreed. No idea why he couldn't ask Rose who was in actuality better at it then me, but he claimed I made better sense. Whatever.

"You were, kind of tired, and…I didn't want to disturb you so I just, sat and finished the work by myself" okay, I need to take a few deep breaths now. I'm convinced; this is an alternate dimension where people's personalities get reversed and uncharacteristic behavior is the norm. Ok, yeah, not really.

"So you don't need me help anymore?" if he could have done it by himself in the first place, why bother me?

"No! No, I…what I said was, this one was rather easy but I have trouble with some other spells and, could you, like, help me out with them?"

"Shut out the puppy dog expression Al. it doesn't work on me, remember? Now, where's that rebellious charm of yours?" he seemed relieved that I was willing to let it go, and I had to admit, so was I. Analysing the thoughts and actions of Albus Potter was like willing yourself to eat slugs; you never will gather the courage to do so. Unless you were dared to, and I never play that game.

An hour and a half of not so difficult tutoring later, I was actually pleased. Normally, teaching someone leaves me feeling drained and tired but with Al, I was feeling rejuvenated. Because no matter what kind of a person he was with the rest of the girls, he simply was too cheerful and boisterously funny to be angry with for long. I knew his constant attempts at flirting were more of his nature than a conscious action, so that helped me keep my head above it, unlike some bimbos I could name…

"Ally! Where'd you go?" see why I call them that? But what annoys me is that he falls for it all the time. Like now…

"See ya, Rissy! Thanks a lot for the help. Dunno what I'll do without you" he kissed my cheek hurriedly, chuckled at my muttering of, "Have a bloated ego, fail in Charms and beg Rose to let you copy her work" and was gone faster than a whirlwind out of the commonroom.

Small wonder I'm disgusted by him.

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