A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

Sixteen year old Lily Luna Potter peeked into the classroom and smiled. Professor Malfoy was alone, a stack of papers on his desk. He seemed to be concentrating on them. She knocked on the door, pretending to fumble with her sheets of parchment, which she managed to drop on the floor as the door opened. Professor Draco Malfoy stared at the young witch in front of him.

She was bent down, trying to gather her items, giving him an eyeful of her cleavage. She'd deliberately left the top of her robe open and her shirt slightly unbuttoned. He quickly adverted his eyes and sighed trying not to let her see the flushing of his cheeks. He couldn't help but notice her assets were...nicely shaped. Lily stood trying not to frown. He didn't seem remotely interested in her breasts.

"Yes, Miss Potter?"

"Professor Malfoy, um, I had a question about one of the potions mentioned in my book?" He nodded looking at her.

"Which one?"

"Amortentia," she answered giving him a brilliant smile. He fought the urge to sigh and wondered just how Professor Snape had managed to put with the insane questions of students.

"That potion is not going to be studied until N.E.W.T level, which is next year, Miss Potter."

"Oh, it just seems very interesting, sir. I mean, does it really smell like the person you love?"

"I would not know, Miss Potter. I do not brew it and it will not be brewed in my classroom. You will learn the theory of the potion and that is all. It is a very dangerous potion if misbrewed or misused. Do you have any questions relevant your current curriculum?" She shook her head quickly scampering from the room.

Once she was gone, Draco sighed in relief. This was the third time he'd found Miss Potter outside his classroom. Each time she seemed to have a question unrelated to her actual studies. This was the first time she'd attempted to show him her cleavage though. His thoughts started to wonder about what the rest of her might look like. He shook those thoughts from his head.

This was insane. She was his student! Severus should be able to give him some advice about how to deal with her. He'd had to deal with Granger...Draco sighed thinking about how that played out. Hopefully, he'd have some advice other to marry the annoyance. The last thing he wanted was to have Miss Potter permanently hanging around him. He pulled a quill and parchment from his desk and started composing a letter to the one man he knew would understand, he just hoped his godfather wouldn't laugh too much at the situation.