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Chapter One: His Tutor

Along the shoreline of a large, crystal blue lake sat a medium size gray cottage. Dozens of shrubs and rose bushes aligned the walkway and around the house. White shutters blended in with the gray bricks and dark green vines wrapped up and around the house at all corners.

A broken, red brick fence sat on the grass by the dirt road with the numbers 2792 screwed in next to the cobblestone pathway leading up to the front door. Scattered children's toys covered the front lawn along with a few dandelions.

Standing on the pathway looking up at the house, was someone who never thought they'd be there.

He took in a breath, glanced over his shoulder to check if anyone was watching. Of course, the house was in the middle of nowhere. He highly doubted any one was watching him. His father was at work when he left home and his mother wasn't the type to send someone to watch him to make sure he stayed out of trouble.

He walked up to the wooden door and knocked three times, waiting patently for someone to answer.

He had no idea why he was doing this. She was his tutor at Hogwarts. He didn't understand why he wanted to visit her over the summer break.

The year before, Professor McGonagall explained to him that he needed help in Transfiguration and she recommended a tutor. He protested when he thought she'd get Hermione Granger to tutor him but McGonagall knew better than to pair those two up. Instead, she asked a Ravenclaw girl, someone Draco never even noticed before, to tutor him.

She was scared of him, at least he thought she was. She stuttered a lot and stared at her feet when ever she was talked to directly. She made it clear she didn't believe he'd take tutoring seriously and McGonagall had a feeling he wouldn't either. So, she gave the girl the power to decide weather Slytherin would be docked points depending on if he'd show up or take it seriously.

She didn't actually get to dock them, she'd write down everything that happened and give it to McGonagall who would then dock the points. He wasn't going to be rewarded for going to tutoring, but he would hurt the Slytherins if he decided not to go or not to take her lessons seriously. Not to mention McGonagall writing his parents about his failure to bring up his grade in Transfiguration.

Tutoring was always boring for him. The Ravenclaw girl, whose name he hadn't taken the time to learn, stuttered too much and made him read sections of the books and answer questions she'd thought up the whole time.

He did recall, though, one particular conversation with her, the time he did actually learn her name.

She was staring out the window of the library, while he scratched down a few answers to her questions. The light from the setting sun caught her sparkling earrings and flashed in his eyes. He scowled and scrunched his nose up in annoyance, "Can you not shine your earrings in my eyes?" he said annoyed.

She quickly jumped and stared at him, before reaching up and touching her earrings. "S-Sorry," She muttered, pulling at her hair tie and letting her light brown hair fall down her shoulders, covering her ears.

He turned back down towards the parchment, resting his head in his hand as he wrote.

The girl stared down at her lap as she waited for him to be done. Finally, he dropped his quill and shoved the parchment in her direction across the table. He watched her as she studied his answers, shaking her head at some questions and grinning a little at the others.

She took her quill and her bright red ink and began circling a few questions, writing numbers down next to them, giving him the pages on which the right answers were located in their transfiguration book.

He didn't hide his groan when she circled over five. He didn't feel like trying to do his work assigned by professors and the work she was going to make him do by their next tutoring session in two days.

"Filthy mud blood," he muttered bitterly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. The girl glanced up at him, quirking an eyebrow at his comment.

She finished her circling and handed the paper back to him, placing a cap on her small jar of ink.

"Oh," She said suddenly, looking at him. He looked at her, waiting to hear her say she heard his comment or call him something else in return.

"I'm not a muggle-born." she said simply, placing her ink and quill in her bag and grabbing her three books on transfiguration. He stared at her, "Half blood?" He asked.

She shook her head, "Pure blood, as far as I'm told." said simply, clutching her books close to her chest. He raised an eyebrow, "You're a pure blood? My father's never heard of your family."

She half smiled, shrugging her shoulders, "My family isn't really known for anything. There is no reason for your father to know who my family is. We stay on the down low, Draco."

He raised his eyebrow. "I didn't know we were on a first name basis." He muttered, not able to think of a better come back.

She gave him a look, "We're not. We aren't on any name basis, actually, since you don't know my name at all."

He gulped; he figured she'd catch on after being called "girl" and "you" so many times, but not so quick. "Well I can't find the time to remember someone's name with you making me learn all this extra stuff every other day."

"Well if you paid more attention in Transfiguration than perhaps you wouldn't need me to make you learn this extra stuff every other day." She shot back calmly. He was surprised how far she'd gotten in this conversation without stuttering.

He sighed, "Fine, what's your name?" he asked her.

A small smile appeared on her lips, "Delilah Carter. Hopefully you can remember it next time." she said, before turning on her heal and walking out of the library.

For some reason, Draco found himself enjoying his tutoring sessions after that. He liked knowing the person tutoring him was a pure-blood and, from what he could tell, in no way a blood traitor. Of course, he never saw her outside of his Transfiguration class and tutoring in the library. No matter how hard he looked from the Slytherin table at lunch and dinner, he never saw her at the Ravenclaw table. He had no other classes with her and didn't know if she spent her time with mud bloods or half bloods. Although, what he could tell during their one class together, she didn't talk much at all.

Sometimes, if he was lucky and nice enough, she'd answer questions he'd ask her non related to Transfiguration. He was curious to know why her family wasn't know by his father if they were pure bloods and why she agreed to tutor him at all.

She'd give short answers that never fully answered his questions, always leaving him wanting more. He hated that. He wanted to know now and she never fully let him know.

On the last day of their tutoring he asked her what she'd planned for her summer holiday. She shrugged, "I plan on staying home most of the time."

He quirked an eyebrow at her, "From what I've gathered, your home sounds rather boring. How are you going to stay entertained?" he asked.

She chuckled and shook her head, "I think my home is fun, thanks. Perhaps you should stop by for yourself and I'll prove it to you."

He gave her a look before laughing, "Like I'd be caught at your home."

She shrugged, "Well, if you do happen to change your mind, my family loves having people over. Here," she wrote down the address to her home on a ripped piece of parchment, "Just in case you change your mind." She smiled.

She glanced up at the clock and began gathering her things, "Time's up, Draco. Have a good holiday." She called over her shoulder, quickly leaving the library.

Draco watched her go, then stared down at the piece of parchment in his hand. She had curly handwriting and had written it in blue ink.

He had half a mind to crumple the piece of parchment up and toss it on the floor, but without a second thought he quickly pocketed it before anyone could see what it was and left just as quickly as she did.

With half the summer holiday gone, spent alone and bored at Malfoy Manor he finally gave in and decided to search his room for that piece of parchment.

Once he found it, it was almost midday. His father had long been at work and would not return until seven that night, at the least. He found his mother in the study and explained to her that he was going off to a friend's home and wouldn't be back until about six. When she offered to bring him he quickly told her no, saying he'd get an elf to apparate him there.

He explained to the elf, whose name he didn't take the time to learn, to return to their destination at six that night to bring him home and no later than six.

Once arriving there he waited outside the house by the brick fence for almost thirty minutes, wondering if anyone was home. He saw no one in the windows and the house looked almost abandoned. Had she given him a fake address as a laugh?

Finally, he decided to walk up the cobblestone pathway and knock on the large wooden door.

After a few minutes a young woman, with blonde hair and wearing a blue and white polka dot dress answered the door. She stomach was heavily swollen and it was completely obvious she was far along in her pregnancy. She had flour on her face and hands and smiled at Draco warmly. "Hello," She said. "May I help you?"

Draco paused for a moment. Was this Delilah's mother? He didn't know if she had a sister. "I-I'm here to see Delilah." He said, wondering if he had the right home.

She nodded, "She's in the back. Come in, I'll take you to her." She said happily, stepping aside to let him in.

He felt uncharacteristically nervous standing in her house. The walls were painted a bright yellow color with every inch covered in photographs of family members and family events. Their was a large sitting area; all the couches and chaired matched each other, and a large fireplace for traveling by Floo Powder was against the far wall.

He followed the woman through the room and past an old wooden staircase towards a large kitchen and dining room. Two small children, about three and six, were sitting on the counter stirring bowls filled with dough. The woman smiled and waved at the two children, "Mummy will be right back. Don't move." She said happily, opening the back door with a stain glass window and leading Draco outside.

They walked across a brick patio and the woman pointed down the hill towards the lake, right where three large boulders sat along the shoreline of the lake. On top of the smallest rock was the figure of a girl.

"There she is. I'm sure you can handle yourself from here." She said happily, pointing in the direction of her. Draco nodded and began walking down the hill as the woman returned back inside.

He tried his best to keep from stepping on scattered toys and small areas of mud, making his way to her.

As he got closer he heard her mumbling to herself, her nose deep in an old looking book. "Carter? Ey, Carter!" Draco hollered once he reached the edge of the shore. He didn't dare get close to the damp dirt and sand. He had no intention of getting his nice dress pants and shoes dirty.

Delilah jumped up and glanced down to see Draco staring up at her, his hand hovering over his brow line to mask his eyes from the sun. She grinned, tucking her book under her arm and sliding down the rock and splashing her feet in the water.

"I didn't think you'd ever come." She said happily, walking towards him.

He shrugged, "I got bored." he stated simply. She gave him a look before he noticed the tattered book under her arm. "What are you reading?" he asked curiously. She raised an eyebrow confused before remembering the book she had been reading. She grabbed it and held it close to her chest, "Jane Eyre. It's a first edition. They're quite expensive in the muggle world but an ancestor of mine had a love for muggle books and bought it as soon as it was published."

"I didn't ask for a back story on the book." Draco muttered, walking away from her along the shoreline.

Delilah huffed and followed him. "You don't have to be rude, you know."

He chuckled, "You obviously don't know me that well then, huh?" he asked.

She shook her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I know a lot more about you than you think."

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?" He asked. She nodded. "Tell me what you know then." he demanded. It didn't sound like a demand to her, but it was a demand nonetheless.

She shrugged, "Your name is Draco Malfoy, you prefer calling people by their last name instead of their first. You are the only child of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. You are from a Pure-Blood family that believes in blood purity. You only have Pure-Blood, Slytherin friends and have a large hatred of muggle borns, Harry Potter and the Weasley family." she said casually.

He shrugged, "Everyone knows that, though."

She shrugged, "I guess. Seeing as I know so much about you, what do you know about me?" She asked curiously. He paused, scrunching up his face as he thought. "Uh, you're in Ravenclaw, you're a pure-blood, your name is Delilah Carter, uh, you live on a lake, uh," He paused again. "You live with a pregnant woman and two small children."

She laughed, "I don't actually."

He raised an eyebrow, "Than who are those people in your house?"

"My sister-in-law and my niece and nephew. They come over about every day while my brother is at work. They keep me company while my parents are at work and my sister is at school." she explained.

Draco nodded, "You have a brother and sister?" he asked. She nodded, grinning, "My brother is twenty-seven and works at St. Mungo's as a Healer. My sister wants to further her education, she's twenty."

Draco nodded, "Quite an age difference." Delilah shrugged, "Just fourteen years between my brother and I. Just seven years with my sister. I don't think it's that large."

Draco shrugged, "Uh, you have brown hair,"

"Anyone who can see color knows that." She laughed. Draco glared at her, "Fine, I don't know much about you then what you've already said."

She shrugged, "You know, if you're interested, you could spend more time with me and find out?" she asked, grinning.

He gave her a look, "Like I'd come back here just to spend time with some Ravenclaw."

She shrugged, "Fine, I guess I'll have to show you what I do for fun today."

She dropped her book and fell back onto the grass, stretching her arms over her head and staring at the sky. Draco raised an eyebrow at her, "What are you doing?" he muttered.

"For fun I like to watch the clouds. You're welcome to join me." she waved to the open area next to her. Draco just stared at her. She sighed, "What's wrong? Scared of dirt?"

He laughed, "Why in the world would I want to lay down in the dirt? These clothes are expensive, if you couldn't tell? They aren't like your tatty rags you call clothes."

She half smiled, staring down at her green plaid shirt, white tank top and blue jean shorts. She looked back up at him, "You're, what, thirteen? You should start acting like a teenager, Draco."

He tried to hide his surprise. He had just openly insulted her and she wasn't even trying to argue about it?

She shrugged, pushing herself back up off the ground, "Fine. You don't wanna lay down. How about we just talk, and I'll show you around our property?"

Draco paused for a moment, before finally shrugging in response and walking ahead of her.

Throughout the day, Delilah happily showed Draco her family's land, including an old tree house the boys in her family constructed with magic for her and her older sister. Draco wasn't too impressed with the shabby wooden house in the trees so Delilah moved on. She brought him back up to her house and showed him her bedroom. The walls were covered in paintings and abstract looking art. Draco tried hard to hide how impressed he was at her paintings.

The only area of her room that wasn't covered in canvases was the five book shelves on the wall covered in thick looking books and knick knacks.

"So, you either paint, read, spend time in a dirty old tree house, or watch the clouds? Sounds boring." Draco commented, shrugging. Delilah shook her head, "I sometimes go swimming too. My dad and brother used magic to clean up the lake; its probably the only crystal blue lake in all of England."

Draco didn't look impressed. Delilah gave him a smile, leaning against the wall by the window.

"You know, if you weren't enjoying yourself, you could have left." she told him.

"The house elf I told to come get me won't be here until six." Draco said matter-of-factly.

"My sister-in-law could easily apparate you home. Knowing you, you would have asked if she could if you really weren't enjoying yourself." She shot back.

He gave her a look, before picking up one of the knick knacks off her shelf. "What is this?" he asked her. "A snow globe." She said simply. She took it from him and held it upside down. After a moment she flipped it right side up, causing the white pieces of "snow" fall on top of the of The Eifel Tower.

Draco still didn't look impressed and kept asking her what different things in her room were until he saw a little house elf apparate in the front of the house through her bedroom window.

"Time to go." He said simply. Delilah followed him out of the room, "I'll walk you out." She called to him.

"It was a pleasure having you here, Draco." Her sister-in-law called from the kitchen. Draco didn't bother to reply; he just swung the door open and walked out, leaving Delilah watching from the doorway.

"I expect you won't be returning?" She called, smiling.

Draco didn't reply. He simply took hold of the elf and the two of them apparated back to Malfoy Manor.

That night at dinner, Draco sat at a dinner table meant for fifty plus, while only three people sat. His father was at the head of the table while his mother sat across from him.

"How was your day, Draco?" His mother asked quietly. Draco stared up at her from his plate and shrugged, "Boring." he replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." She replied. Mr. Malfoy nodded, "You know, I talked to Crabbe today. Perhaps his son can come over tomorrow."

Draco shook his head, "Actually, I have other plans, father."

His father gave him a look, "Oh?" he said. "With whom?"

"My friend I went to see today." he said simply.

His mother raised an eyebrow, "But I thought you said it was boring."

Draco nodded, "Yes, well, I never said I didn't like it."

A/N:

it took me great courage to post my Draco/oc story on here.

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