Most Potente Potions of Fate

Draco entered his dorm, careful to slam the door as hard as he could. A smashing sound came from behind the door. He looked behind the door and saw that the mirror that usually resided on the back of the door had shattered to pieces on the impact.

"Ahhh that makes me feel so much better," said he. He looked at the shards of glass again only just registering what they were. His lip quivered as he looked on in horror...could it be?

"Noooooooooooooooo," he screamed. "The mirror! It can't be! What will I do in the morning, well at every possible moment? Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!" He slid to the floor and looked like he wanted to cradle the little pieces of glass, but thought better of it.

A grunt sounded from the other side of the room. "Draco you're a wizard you prick. Use your wand to fix the mirror and give the rest of us a bit of peace." Draco glared over to the other side of the room, one of his fellow Slytherins complaining as usual. He didn't really care which one.

I was going to do that all along, stupid.

Reparo!

The mirror was reformed back to its original state and Draco very carefully hung it back behind the door. He patted it gently. Hang on, he thought. This is my room. Who just said that?

He went over to his bed then stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and saw Ridfain (pronounced rid - faaah) Avery sitting in his armchair, reading his book, in his room.

Draco rounded on Ridfain. "What the fuck do you think you're doing Ridfain this is my room, how the hell did you get in here?"

Ridfain smirked. "What, not even a thankyou for telling you how to fix the mirror?" Draco just glared. Ridfain just smirked, again.

(A:N/ as you might of guessed Ridfain and Draco are not the best of buddies. And in case you are wondering about Ridfain's background with a name like that. He comes from Egypt and is at Hogwarts for a two-year transfer from some unknown school in Egypt, the guy is full of mystery, what can I say! ...Um right, on with the show)!

"Don't push me Ridfain I really don't advise it. Just tell me what you were doing in my room." Ridfain seemed rather put out, but after watching Draco ball his fist into his hand decided he'd better spill.

"That Weasley girl." Draco's eyes lit up in surprise, what did she want now? "Yes, go on," said Draco. "That Weasley girl" repeated Avery "asked me to give you this note." He threw a neatly folded piece of parchment onto the floor in front of Draco and stood up.

Without a further word Ridfain strode out the door, leaving Draco to his note. He picked it up and unfolded it carefully as if he expected it to explode.

Thankfully it didn't but it might as well of exploded as Draco's reaction was the same as if it had.

Dear Draco.

I should think you are very surprised to receive this letter but as I'm sure you have realised, I'm not known for being predictable. I am apologizing for my unfair behaviour concerning our first tutoring session. It was wrong of me to 'lead you on' I'm sure you will deny anything to do with this but that is to be expected. If you are to tutor me, which you have oh so kindly agreed to do. We will have to try a little harder to be civil. See you tomorrow night.

Yours truly

Ginny Weasley.

P.S. DON'T call me weasel.

Draco couldn't believe this. This was the last thing he suspected. There was obviously more to red hair on a female than first impressions let on. He allowed himself a small smile.

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Ginny was in her room having just asked Ridfain to deliver her letter. She couldn't believe what she had written; it was really going to shock the slimy git. But, if she was to work with Malfoy then they had to be talking to each other at least.

She sniggered. What would he make of the; 'yours' truly? Her conscience started berating her for this. She waved it off. He had been a git so she would do what she wanted.

She wouldn't of been so satisfied is she had known what Draco was thinking about her letter at that very moment, but the story has ages to go yet so she isn't going to find out!

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Okay what standard is she? Ah level eight I think.

Draco Malfoy was in his room preparing his tutoring with Ginny.

He picked out the level eight Potions book and grabbed a roll of parchment and a quill. (There are twenty levels, get an idea of how bad she is)?! He walked out of his room then paused halfway through shutting his door. Nope he couldn't help it, he just had to go back and check his reflection.

Yup, all good (as always). Successfully out of his room this time he made his way to the Potions lab.

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Ron quietly watched Malfoy walk past him, on the way to the Potions lab it seemed. If Ron was anyone else he wouldn't of been suspicious of Malfoy at all, because he would of thought to look at the tutoring board first. But Ron being Ron had not and so had no idea that Draco was tutoring Ginny, no idea at all.

He waited a few more minutes, until he was sure Draco had gone, and then he pushed himself away form his leaning position on the wall and crept down the corridor.

He couldn't resist putting his two index fingers together like a muggle gun he had seen on some muggle movie, James Bond I think it was, and creeping down the edge of the corridor.

This really didn't do much for his street cred when he edged past a door, fell in the doorway as the door gave way and ended up on his ass, looking really, really stupid.

His mood severely worsened, when he looked behind him to see his sister sitting at a desk and Malfoy leaning over that same desk, engrossed in something.

An observer might have said he was engrossed in the textbook in front of him... Ron said he was engrossed in Ginny's chest in front of him.

He leapt up and charged towards Draco as fast as he could. He reached the pair and seized Draco's collar before he could react and dragged him to the floor.

Ron started pummelling Draco into the ground swearing all sorts of obscenities at him. Draco, not surprisingly didn't take to this too well.

Draco drew his arm back and took a well-aimed hook at Ron's jaw. For a second, though it seemed like minutes Ron froze, a dazed look in his eyes. Then the full impact of the punch hit him and he went flying backwards and hit the wall: hard! His eyes snapped shut with the force he was clearly knocked out.

Ginny stared at Ron in shock for what seemed like an age, before leaping squarely onto Malfoy.

The sheer surprise stopped Draco putting up any defence and before he knew it, Ginny was lying on top of him, furiously beating him to the ground. Eventually he managed to grab her by her robes and push her off.

Ginny just looked at him, still lying on the ground. He swore he had never been looked at so viciously in his life, and this thought made him want to die as the most vicious look anyone should ever see was him, practising his patented glare 'O death.

He could almost feel the paralysing rage coming off her in waves.

He stared back at her, determined not to break eye contact. "You," she said. "Are a bastard and I didn't know I could ever hate someone as much as I hate you, right now."

For some reason this hurt Draco far more than her blows ever could of done. But instead of attempting to repair the damage, he sneered at her.

"Fine words for a Weasley. But then, that isn't saying much." Then he said the most curious and unsuitable thing possible. He cocked his head to one side and looked at her.

"Y'know," he said. "The angry flushed look quite suits you. If you wanted I might just be able to forget you're a Weasley."

Ginny opened and shut her mouth a few times, not even able to register his audacity. A couple of seconds passed and she still hadn't said anything.

She snorted in disgust and turned away without another word, he wasn't worth a single syllable of what she had to say.

Draco raised himself up onto his elbows, about to call her back. He had the most ridiculous notion in his head of apologizing. But she was already beside Ron and was conjuring up a magic stretcher. She was also failing miserably at this.

He got up, not forgetting to brush himself off and smooth his hair before he walked over to her.

"Here," he said. "I know that spell, I'll do it." He got out his wand and pointed it at the empty air.

"Oh no you won't," snarled Ginny. "You just stay away from me."

Before he could protest, and demand that she stop being so stupid. She had fixed him with another glare, shifted Ron onto the badly conjured stretcher and walked out the door, levitating Ron with her. And all before he could say a word, she had got him again.

And nobody ever succeeded in getting Draco Malfoy.

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