Most Potente Potions of Fate

The following morning saw Draco Malfoy walking down the corridor from Slytherin on his way to breakfast.

He walked by the 7th year tutoring board and sneaked a look at his name. The board read:

Draco Malfoy - Ginny Weasley. Friday night.

"WHAT?"

there was no way he would go with that Weasley girl, he might catch something! She was so poor and ginger and eughh!

He looked back at the board and read something he had missed earlier; Under his name there was a scribbled line in the Weasley girls handwriting;

Meet me in the Potions lab Friday night 8:30. I promise you wont regret it and yes, before you ask there is something in it for you.

Hmm, sounded like the Weasley girl really did have balls. Well he would have to go; besides he was intrigued to know what else she had in mind other than studying.

Well, actually, he was sure he knew exactly what she had in mind. Him being so sexy and all, how could any one resist him?

(a/n: true we all know no one can resist Draco Malfoy, but this is Ginny Weasley we're on about here.)

To be honest she wasn't that bad looking, in fact she was very pretty, but him being a Malfoy and all, he couldn't think that.

O.K, she might be a Weasley, but if he could get her in the bag, his twenty something^th girl, he would be legend, a wonder throughout the male population of Hogwarts, and he would really be able to get to Ron Weasley.

Oh yes, he could get used to that idea! Whistling happily, and very out of character he continued on his way down to the hall.

On his entrance, he passed the Gryffindor table, a flame of hair caught his eye and he recognized the owner as Ginny.

Well, well, well, he thought. It's the crafty little Weasley herself. He caught her eye quickly and winked, before looking away as though nothing had happened.

He seated himself at the Slytherin table, and Crabbe and Goyle immediately dragged him down with accusations that he hadn't taught them the alphabet like he said he would do.

Uh oh, thought Ginny over on the Gryffindor table. This could be, um slightly...different than I was expecting. That wink Draco had given her was extremely worrying, like he was in on something with her.

Suddenly it hit her. Oh my God! He thought he was!

She burst out laughing, unable to help herself. Harry looked at her strangely but she didn't notice. Oh that was good, he, he thought that she wanted to sleep with him, she giggled again.

Did he think he was so sexy that no one could resist him or something? She looked over at the Slytherin table where Draco was preening himself very noticeably in front of Pansy Parkinson.

Oh boy, he really did! Unable to stop again, Ginny burst out into hysterics. The idea was just so funny, Draco Malfoy, sexy!

True, he was actually very good looking, though she would never admit it, but so sexy no one could resist him? He was just an arrogant prat when it came to fanciablity!

Now half the table were looking at her in bemusement, and she hastily covered her giggles. Not before Ron noticed where her gaze lay, he followed her line of vision finding his eyes resting on...Draco Malfoy, dun, dun duhh!

He looked at Ginny suspiciously: his sister wasn't known for doing sensible things, he would keep an eye on her, well, on both of them. If that creep laid one slimy, git-like finger on his sister he would knock him somewhere into next year!

Happy visions now in Ron's head of knocking and slimy gits, he turned back to his pumpkin juice.

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Ginny was in her room on the fateful eve, (that being Friday night) deciding what to put on. Even though she knew she shouldn't do, she couldn't resist leading Draco on. And it was with this thought in mind, that she picked out her leather high-heeled boots (3 inch), the most fitted robe she could find and her slitted black skirt.

She went to inspect herself in the mirror, and nearly died of shock. She had naturally gained around 3 inches in height, and looked completely unrecognisable.

Might as well slip a knife down my boot, for a finishing touch!

Satisfied with her look, she did up the clasp on her robe and strode out the door (well, wobbled).

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Ahh, there we go, the finishing touch.

Draco Malfoy was in his room and he was, wait for it, gelling his hair. With one last slick of his comb he straightened up and inspected himself in the mirror.

Hmm, there's something missing... that's it, eyelashes! He grabbed a nearby mascara and expertly (believe me, he's had more practise than most people) applied it to his lashes.

Satisfied with his look, he quickly checked his smirk was firmly in place, and set off to the Potions lab.

BANG !! The Potions lab door opened with a crash and Draco sauntered in.

" Oh Ginnnnny, anybody in here?" Draco stopped and looked around the room, his eye caught a flash of robe in the corner.

Ha, ha there she is. He walked over to the cupboard where the robe was protruding, and put his mouth down by what he thought was Ginny's ear.

"Hello Weasley." he whispered, "ready for our little classroom session?"

The person straightened up quickly to a height of about 6ft 3. Draco gulped. Umm, maybe not Ginny. Snape turned around from the cupboard and glared at Malfoy.

"Mister Malfoy, would you be so kind as to explain why you were whispering sweet nothings in my ear?"

Draco gulped again. "Ohh I'm sorry professor Snape, I, um thought you were someone else, uh, yeah," he finished uncertainly.

"Well please use your eyes next time, mister Malfoy, I don't appreciate students whispering suggestively in my ear."

With this he swept out of the Potions lab leaving a very red Draco standing by the cupboard.

Draco straightened his collar. Could have happened to anyone. Now where is that Weasley?

His answer came quickly as Ginny peeked at him from behind the door. He quickly resumed his smirk. "Hello Weasley, so nice of you to turn up."

"Oh sorry Malfoy, am I late?" she said, without a trace of remorse in her voice. The rest of her appeared from behind the doorway and Draco nearly dropped dead in surprise.

She was dressed all in black and there was a large slit up one side of her skirt. This slit revealed some very high leather boots. His stare remained riveted on her leg.

Ginny cleared her throat.

"Mister Malfoy," said Ginny, careful to draw attention to her leg. "Something you would like to share with us?"

Draco quickly resumed his sneer again. "Oh ha ha, weasel, very funny." He glared at her, hating to be caught out.

She smiled at him, not in a nice way, and seated herself at one of the desks. Pulling out her Potions book, she turned towards him expectantly.

He stared at her and blinked. "Um, sorry," he said "Potions?" She nodded slowly as if talking to a child

"Yes Malfoy p-o-t-i-o-n-s. Seventh year tutoring ring a bell?"

Oh God, thought Draco. She was serious? She really did want to do Potions. What could he do? He hadn't prepared to tutor her at all.

Ginny waved her hand in front of his face. "Umm, Malfoy? Earth calling Malfoy, you in there?"

Ginny, of course, was not stupid, and had easily worked out why Malfoy was so distracted. Well, she had known all along, and just couldn't resist stringing him along. After all, the arrogant git deserved it.

But she really did want to learn potions and prove Snape wrong; she would be good at Potions. And right now, her opportunity was staring at her, mouth wide open with its tongue hanging out.

Oh, well, she thought. I had to break it to him sometime, however fun it was.

"Malfoy dear, we really ought to get started." His head whipped round to face her. "On our Potions." She continued.

She didn't miss the flash of disappointment in his eye. Boy I love doing this. He seemed flustered. Something that was very unlike him and Ginny began to regret...

"Right Weasley. Page 650, copy out the table, and fill in the contents, then turn to page 62 and do assignment 3. For study to be due in three nights, kindly research and give me a three-scroll essay on chest hair removing potion. Good day."

He nodded at her, and proceeded to walk to the door before she even had a chance to register what he was saying.

"Whoa, Malfoy!" she yelled. He stopped, but didn't turn around.

"I know Snape is you favourite professor and all but you don't have to be a complete clone of him, and besides, you are supposed to be tutoring me, not setting me mountains of homework."

He turned his head and looked at her.

"Yeah, well, y'know what Weasley? I don't care. I just remembered something very urgent I have to do. Far more important than being here. So, if you will excuse me, I'll see you tomorrow night, 8:30." With this he strode out the door.

Ginny turned back to her book. God, why did I ever feel sorry for leading him on like that? I even started to feel guilty, why? He is a complete and utter bastard, he had no reason to act like that.

Then, for the second time this week, it hit her.

Well, according to him he obviously did. Not that a Malfoy needed a reason to be horrible but... he liked her.

No.

She dismissed this thought as quickly as it had appeared.

There was no way Malfoy liked her. Just because he didn't visibly hate her like her brothers, did not mean he liked her.

Very bemused, Ginny decided for the present her only option was to attempt the work that Malfoy had set her. There would be time for working out why he was being such an annoying gitty bastard later.

"Chest hair removing potion? Eughh!"

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