He hated Arithmancy. He hated it with a passion. It was like muggle mathematics, but worse.

And yet, Ginny Weasley flourished in it.

One evening, he finally snapped as he gathered his homework and walked over to where the red head and said “I need your help in Arithmancy, Weaslette.”

Ginny regarded him for a moment, ready to refuse, but the desperate look in his gray eyes made her do the opposite as she silently offered the seat across her.

Even if the lessons were advanced for the redhead, she continued on tutoring the Slytherin; A silent truce between them.