Focus, Weasley

"Focus, Wealsey," Draco Malfoy drawled and Ginny's eyes snapped up from the Mandrake leaves she was cutting. "I said cut it, not make it look like porridge."

"Focus, Malfoy," she mocked back and did a rather lousy imitation of his voice. "I said shut it, not please keep bossing me around." Draco had stop stirring the potion and glared at her instead.

"I do not talk like that," he sneered.

"Watch the potion, Malfoy," Ginny continued and kept her imitation intact. "You don't want it to blow up in your face. Or maybe it would improve your looks if it did."

"Pathetic," Draco spat, but began stirring the potion again. He kept quiet and Ginny smiled to herself. She kept cutting the Mandrake up in as tiny bites as possible, as she knew it would annoy Draco immensely.

"I'm done," she said and pushed the plate away from her while she stretched her arms in the air and jawed. "Can I go?" Draco stared back at her.

"Sure, Weasley, just leave," he said in a fake, cheerful voice. He glanced down at the Mandrakes. "You didn't even do it properly!"

"Properly? It says here," Ginny said an jammed a finger at a certain spot at the page, "that the Mandrake can be squeezed into juice - and it still wouldn't matter! And you're only doing this because you want to get back on me for some ridiculous reason!"

"Doing what, precisely?" Draco sneered and his eyes narrowed while he glared at her.

"Dragging me down here for this stupid potion!"

"I didn't drag you anywhere," Draco snarled, "And when you had the nerve to ask Professor Snape for help with Potions, it was not like I fucking volunteered!"

"I was not expecting him to join me up with you, now was I! I was thinking he would give me, I don't know, a book or something! It's Saturday afternoon, Malfoy, do we have to do this today?"

"Look, Weasley, as it happens I do not book my week after whatever pleases you. I am not overly thrilled of being here with you today, on a Saturday I could have actually enjoyed myself. This would never have happened if you had not complained to Professor McGonagall in the first place!"

"What did you expect me to do? Snape refused to help me!"

"Of course he did," Draco said as if it made perfect sense. "If you can't do your Potions right, that's your problem. Not Snape's, not McGonagall's, and most certainly not my problem."

"Oh, you are just being so fucking stupid, Malfoy! Do you even have any friends to spend this Saturday with? I bet you just want me to be miserable with you!"

"Yes, please Weasley, spend all your time off with me, I am so lonely I would even consider you, a Weasley, as company!"

"Your potion is fucked up," Ginny said casually and pointed at cauldron. The heavy, black smoke was so thick it made her cough. Draco lazily pointed his wand at the cauldron and the smoke and the potion disappeared into thin air.

"Stop changing the subject," Draco spat. "Go on, just tell me you don't want my help and I will most certainly leave you alone with this potion."

"Yeah, and I began listening to you when exactly?" Ginny asked and crossed her arms across her chest. "I don't care who it is that helps me, I just don't want to do it on a Saturday when the entire school has time off!"

"Then leave!"

"I will!" Ginny collected her things quickly, threw her bag on her shoulder and stalked out of the room.

Draco rolled his eyes and sat down on a chair next to the table. He pointed his wand at a jar across the room, and mumbled the necessary spell for the jar to fly across the room and into his hand. He opened it and picked up the pieces of Mandrake he needed and laid it on the table. He closed the jar, and with a quick tap with the wand it zoomed back across the room. He then removed the result of Ginny's Mandrake chopping, and placed the new Mandrake pieces there instead.

Only minutes later Ginny Weasley stood in the doorway. She smiled a small smile that was not returned by Draco. He only glared at her and pointed with his wand on the Mandrake.

"This time, Wealsey, chop them like I tell you to. I don't care what the book says."

"I'm sorry," Ginny said and dropped her bag next to him. "I lost it again, didn't I?"

"Sort of. You got to learn how to control your temper, Weasley."

"You just keep annoying me! It's kind of hard to restrain myself from strangling you when you act like a fuckward."

"Of course I annoy you," Draco said and got up from his chair. "You don't expect me to act nice, do you?"

"It would have been fabulous if you did act nice for a change," Ginny mumbled and began chopping the Mandrake. "All though I would probably just think you were up to something."

"What do you add first, Weasley?" Draco asked as if he had not heard her.

"The wolf blood," Ginny replied tiredly. "Three spoons." She saw that he followed her instructions in the corner of her eye.

"And then what?"

"One spoon of crunched snake teeth." Ginny felt Draco's eyes on her, and she sighed. "Did I forget something?"

"No," Draco said and added the ingredients she had told him to. Ginny cut the Mandrakes in silence, and when she was completed she shoved the plate over to Draco and glared at him.

"Are they accepted?"

Draco didn't reply but added the Mandrake cuttings and continued stirring.

"Are we not talking?" Ginny asked him as Draco added the remaining ingredients without asking her. "What did I do wrong now? Cut the Mandrakes from right to left, or did I cut it to large - what?"

"Absolutely nothing," Draco said. "Only, silence and full focus are two important matters when you are handling potions," he continued with a firm voice as if he was the Professor himself. "And you, Weasley, are not capable of handling any of them." He glanced at her before a smirk appeared on his face.

"You arse," Ginny mumbled and took the two steps that were necessary to stand side by side with him and look into the cauldron. "It's supposed to turn green, not grey."

"Patience is a third matter," Draco drawled and his breath tickled her chin. The greyish colour of the potion was slowly turning into a sickening shade of green and Ginny beamed.

"Wonderful! Excellent! Are we done?" She turned her head quickly around to look at Draco who was still gazing into the cauldron. "We're not done, are we," Ginny sighed.

"What?" Draco's head snapped up from the cauldron. He covered up his lost- looking expression by a forced smirk. "Oh, off you go, Weasley." She smiled happily and was about to walk away when she suddenly hesitated. She had been rather unfair with him. She had left the classroom three times because of rage, and returned again just to see that he had cleared the earlier attempts and given her a second, and third, chance.

He had, after all, spent his afternoon in the Dungeons with her so she could pass her Potions exams.

Ginny glanced at Draco as he waved his wand over the cauldron and the potion disappeared. She quickly leant forward to kiss his cheek as a thank you, but her sudden movement made Draco turn his head to the side to see what she was up to. Her kiss was placed awkwardly on his bottom lip, and he automatically took a step back while he scowled at her. She widened her eyes, and laid a hand over her own mouth.

"Sorry, I was supposed to... Eh, kiss your..." Ginny felt her face redden. "Your... cheek."

"What for?" Draco snapped and he glared at her, something Ginny considered a bit too strict for the innocence of a simple kiss. There would be loads of boys at Hogwarts who would have loved it if Ginny accidentally kissed them. But Draco Malfoy was apparently not one of them.

"Never mind," Ginny mumbled and walked over to her bag and swung it on her shoulder before she hurried out of the classroom.

Draco stood there with an unattractive snarl on his face. The snarl disappeared at once she had left his sight and it was replaced by a confused look. He scratched his jaw as if everything would make a whole lot more sense if he did, before he glanced at the door and then at a book that lay next to the knife Ginny had used for cutting up the Mandrakes.

"Terrific," Draco mumbled and grabbed the book. He had just reached the door when Ginny bumped into him murmuring about a book. "This book?" he suggested, and her eyes darted from his face to the book.

"Yes," she said firmly. "Can I have it?"

"Have I given you the impression that you can't?" Draco smirked and waved the book above her head.

"Just the knowledge of your usual behaviour," she snapped, and her cheeks were flushed. She tried to grab the book, but he held it above her hands. She jumped up, but the result was only that she fell against Draco who instantly pushed her off him.

"Weasley, I had no idea you simply could not keep your hands off me!"

"Oh I can keep my hands off you, thank you very much," Ginny snarled back. "Give me my book!"

"You Gryffindors are so boring," Draco drawled. "Tease you for one minute and you explode. And, may I add," he said as he raised a finger in the air, "You are also the most horrible kisser I have ever met."

"I didn't kiss you! I tried to kiss your cheek, not your..." Ginny made circulate motions with her hand around her own mouth. "Lips."

"Taboo matter, is it, Weasley?"

"Only with you," she spat. "Book!"

"I will give it to you," he smirked, "But I just want you to know that I will make sure that the entire Hogwarts will know how lousy your snogging abilities..."

"They are not lousy!" Ginny rolled her eyes. "And what you got was hardly snogging anyway. You're so dense, Malfoy."

"Alright, you apparently think your snogging abilities are better than they are, and I doubt it. There is only one way to prove me wrong and save your reputation, Weasley."

"What - kiss you? Hah! And you will not use that against me for the rest of my life?"

"I'll restrain myself," Draco said with a sly smile.

"This is ridiculous," Ginny mumbled. Her eyes were darting from the book to the stone floor. "Fine," she suddenly said, "I will not let your lies ruin my reputation as a superb snogger. But I want that book first."

Draco hesitated, but gave her the book and she tucked into her bag before she dropped the bag to the floor. She took a step forward and tiptoed so she would reach up to his face entirely before pressed her lips against his. She noticed he began smirking.

"Arse," she mumbled as she pulled her face away, and she hit his upper arm as he began sniggering.

"Sorry, Weasley, honestly," he grinned as she hit his upper arm several times in a row. "Stop, or you'll give me sodding bruises!"

"Oh, no," Ginny spat sarcastically. "We wouldn't want that to happen!" Draco caught her by the wrist before she could do any more damage to him. She began hitting with her left hand, and he caught it too. Her angry eyes were fixed on his amused face, and when his face moved closer to hers, her eyes narrowed.

"Wealsey," Draco drawled, "Don't flatter yourself and think this means anything."

Ginny blinked. Draco suddenly released her wrists and leaned in on her, his eyes still open and his smirk still apparent. Even if he had not closed his eyes, he never saw her hand coming. She slapped his chin so hard it made an echo in the empty corridor. Draco made a muffed sound and took a step back while glaring at Ginny with absolute hatred in his eyes.

"If you ever get close to me again," Ginny snarled and picked up her bag furiously, "I shall get you castrated."

"You could always try," Draco spat back at her, and removed his hand so she could see his red chin. "But I'll kill you before you even get your wand out."

"Who said I needed a wand?" Ginny asked innocently, and Draco narrowed his eyes and gave her a mocking smile. "We're mortal enemies, Malfoy, you teach me Potions and I will not disturb your abilities on having babies."

"Are you seriously threatening me?" Draco laughed. "Yes, you can pull of a Bat Bogey Hex neatly, but that's it, Weasley."

"Was that a compliment?"

"Make sure you remember it, it's rare."

Ginny didn't reply, but simply turned around and walked off. Halfway down the corridor, she turned around and called out his name. He looked at her lazily, as if it was a real effort.

"Just so you know, Malfoy," she said loudly. "A lot of blokes would have wanted to switch places with you tonight, consider yourself lucky!"

"Why should I?" Draco asked back, "Because I have to be patient with you of all people and watch your rage whenever you can't cut your Mandrakes right, or because I didn't even get a decent snog out of it? If that is what the blokes at Hogwarts wants these days, they got to heighten their expectations."

"What - Oh - You're impossible!"

"Hardly," Draco shrugged, and grinned by the fact that he got her aggravated so quickly. "Just telling you the truth, that's all. The same truth I will be telling the famous boys who will cut a hand off to snog you, apparently, that Ginny Weasley isn't really that much of a..."

"Shut it! You have used that one already! Running out of insults, Malfoy? And how dare you use my given name!"

"Liberty of speech, I suppose," Draco shrugged again.

Ginny stomped down the corridor in his direction, dropped her bag in the process, before she captured his smirking but astonished face in her hands and pressed her lips against his. It was awkward, forced and cold. It was not until Draco slowly sucked her bottom lip Ginny actually got the feeling she was kissing someone.

And it was Draco Malfoy, no less.

The air from his nose tickled her face, and when he turned his head slightly while deepening the kiss, a very strange tickle went down her spine. Ginny found it hard to keep her senses intact, plus keeping her teeth reasonably shut so he wouldn't be able to get his tongue into her mouth. This was so very, very wrong. She was sharing spit with the ultimate evil, and for some ridiculous reason she was unable to draw herself away from him.

To top it all, he, Draco the Arse Malfoy, ended the kiss and did a grimace.

"You!" she cried and hit his chest. He didn't bother to try and stop her, realising that his grimace had done the trick.

"What?" Draco asked. "Come on, Weasley. Right, it wasn't awful, but..." He scratched the back of his head as if he was searching for the right words. "I don't understand why boys are lining up for you, as you said, to get snogged when all you do is standing there like a pole."

"I do not stand there like a pole!"

"I'm afraid you do," Draco replied, "With your teeth all gritted and your hands all... Dead."

"It could be because I despite you?" Ginny suggested acidly.

"Well, yes, obviously, but I despite you too," Draco said with a growing smirk on his face. "I didn't stand there as if I was dead."

"You're so nasty," Ginny snarled and walked away from him again, and picked up her bag on the way. She stomped off and as once she was out of the corridor and out of his sight, she stopped and leant against a wall. Her eyebrows were knitted and she was biting her lower lip that Draco had so successfully sucked only minutes ago.

It didn't make any sense. She had not behaved a whole lot differently now than when she was kissing the other boys. Perhaps she had not gritted her teeth so violently, perhaps she had moved her hands slightly, but on the whole she did pretty much the same. Perhaps she was a lousy kisser after all? Ginny blinked. This was dreadful, absolutely horrible news!

At the same time Draco Malfoy came walking out of the corridor, and he looked at her with surprise in his usually ice cold eyes. Ginny grabbed his arm, and he looked nearly alarmed, but the look was, as usual, replaced with a sneer.

"I need your help," Ginny said quickly, swallowing all of her pride. "I need you to learn me how to kiss!" She nearly cried the last sentence, and dodged his eyes.

"Well, that's obvious," Draco replied mockingly. "First Potions, and now snogging? Don't they teach you anything in Gryffindor?"

"They don't teach us how to be tarts, no, if that's what you mean," Ginny hissed.

"You just turned into one by accident?"

"Shut it, Malfoy."

Draco smirked and pushed off her hand.

"I wonder what else they haven't taught you," he muttered, and she narrowed her eyes. "Same place same time, then?" he said in a louder voice. "And don't be shy not to wear your Gryffindor- outfit," he added with a smirk.

"Feel free to wear your Slytherin clothes," Ginny heard herself saying, and when Draco said a loud 'hah!' she nearly jumped in surprise.

"So you have a naughty side after all," Draco said smoothly, and left her. As he walked away from her, she caught herself staring at his back.

He was perhaps evil, the son of Satan, in despicable and dreadful, but at least he had one fabulous bum.

Fin.