AN: Hi, this is my first story and the plot pretty much is that Hermione makes a love potion just for giggles but things go a little crazy when Ginny gives the potion to Draco Malfoy and things get even more out of hand when Ron and Harry get a taste of the love potion. Right now, the pairing is Dramione though it may change because I'm not so sure exactly where this story is going. The rating is T but may change, it all depends. Please Enjoy.

Just One Drop

Chapter One: That Clever Little Witch

A young, redheaded girl paced across the length of her dormitory, occasionally whipping her head to the side to stare at the locked door, thinking that she had heard someone trying to enter only to breathe a sigh of relief when she realized no one was there. To say that Ginny Weasley is nervous would be an understatement. The young Weasley had managed to convince one of her fellow classmates to break a school rule at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not just any friend but Hermione Granger, prefect and the most brilliant witch at Hogwarts in her year, probably even the whole school. Ginny had somehow managed to persuade Hermione into making a love potion, a potion that is restricted at Hogwarts, by saying that she did not believe Hermione possessed the 'potion making skills' to devise such a potion. Hermione, unable to restrain herself on proving someone wrong, had said she would make the potion and then to get rid of it immediately because love potions are very dangerous.

Ginny glanced at Hermione who was sitting Indian style on the floor, hair tied back in a pony tail as she worked on the potion.

"Ginny, can you please pass me the peppermint?"

"Here you go, Mione," Ginny said as she placed three little green leaves in her friends open palm.

Hermione ripped the leaves into little pieces before adding them to her concoction. She placed her metal ladle back into the cauldron and began to mix the leaves into the potion. The light tan color of the potion began to change to a light lavender as Hermione stirred.

"Is it done?" Ginny breathed in Hermione's ear.

"Almost, I just need one more thing," Hermione said as she removed the ladle from the cauldron.

"What?"

"A little piece of myself," Hermione said as she grabbed a lock of her very own light brown, curly hair. "Can you pass me the scissors, Gin?"

"I thought you only needed bits of people for Polyjuice Potion," Ginny said as she handed Hermione a pair of silver scissors.

"Well, how do you expect the potion to work properly if not one thing hints who made it?" Hermione asked as she cut a lock of her curly hair off.

"So, your hair is what makes them fall in love with you?" Ginny asked as Hermione dropped the curly strands of hair into the cauldron.

"Exactly," Hermione beamed as she began to stir the potion.

The creamy lavender potion immediately changed to a light pink in color, the solid becoming a liquid. Wisp of pink fumes began to rise from the surface, sending alluring smells to the two young girls' nostrils.

"I would say it is complete to perfection," Hermione said smugly, smiling.

"Well, you said that you could do," Ginny said though she already knew Hermione could do it. Of course she could, Hermione is the brightest witch of her age. What Ginny really wanted was to test Hermione's little potion, to see just how good it would work.

"The question is, what are we going to do with it?" Ginny asked as she leaned in to inhale the alluring fumes radiating from the potion.

Hermione quickly slammed the lid on the mouth of the cauldron, giving Ginny a disapproving look.

"Ginerva Weasley, drugging people with love potion is against the school rules as you know and so is making them in the girls' dormitory! You are very lucky that I let you talk me into this in the first place! Now that I made this wretched potion I will get rid of it!" Hermione said in her prefect voice that she reserved for scolding students and discussions about S.P.E.W.

Ginny looked disappointed as she began to plead, "But, Mione think of all the fun we coul"—

"No, Ginny," Hermione said as she began looking for her wand. "Oh, damn. I left my wand in my room. I'll be right back to get rid of the potion," She said before hurrying out of Ginny's dormitory.

Ginny quickly ran to her trunk at the foot of her four-poster bed, rummaging through it before pulling out an empty flask. She ran over to the cauldron and removed the lid. She touched the surface with the tip of her wand, slowly raising it so that a strand of the pink potion attached itself to the tip of her wand. She quickly dispensed the pink potion into the flask, filling it to the brim before quickly placing the lid back over the cauldron and hiding the flask in her trunk.

She heard Hermione enter the room just as she closed the lid to her trunk. She turned around quickly to grimace at her friend, keeping the sullen look so that Hermione wouldn't be suspicious.

Hermione sighed as she removed the lid from the cauldron. "Ginny, it's for the best. This potion could be very dangerous," Hermione said seriously as she made the potion disappear with a wave of her wand.

"I'll see you around Gin, I have an exam in Arithmacy on Wednesday," Hermione said before turning to leave.

"Hermione!" Ginny called before her friend left.

"Yes?" Hermione replied, turning to face Ginny.

"How strong would you say that potion was?"

Hermione smiled slightly. "Very strong, Ginny. Just one drop could even get Draco Malfoy to fall in love with me," Hermione said before leaving.

Ginny smiled wickedly to herself as she took the little flask from her trunk, examining it closely. "I wonder, how much of a love potion would Draco Malfoy need to fall in love with Hermione Granger?"

"Dean," Ginny said quietly, sitting behind her boyfriend as he worked on his essay for Snape.

"Yes?"

Ginny wrapped her legs around Dean's waste, wrapping her arms around his middle as she buried her face in his back.

"What do you want, Gin?" Dean asked, sounding amused.

Ginny rested her chin on Dean's shoulder, her hands traveling up so she could run her fingers along his chest affectionately. "Do you think you can get me some firewhiskey?" She whispered softly.

"No, Ginny," Dean said dismissively.

Ginny planted a soft kiss on Dean's neck, pushing her hands under his shirt so that she could feel his smooth chest. "Please," she whispered before kissing his neck again.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman," Dean chuckled, removing her arms and legs so he can turn to face her.

"How is that?" She murmured, slipping into his lap so that she straddled his waste, wrapping her arms and legs around him once more. Ginny began kissing along Dean's neck, unbuttoning his shirt in the process.

"Well, one, you are wearing a skirt. Two, you are being very alluring. And three, Ron will surely kill me if I'm the one to deflower his baby sister," Dean listed as Ginny attempted to remove his shirt.

"Get me the firewhiskey and you won't have to worry about having all six of my brothers beat you to death," Ginny replied as she pushed his shirt down his shoulders, revealing his bare chest.

"Ginny," Dean said in a warning tone, pulling his shirt back on.

"Fine then, you can keep your clothing on all you want," Ginny said as she began to unbutton her own shirt, her fingers moving slowly as she revealed more and more of the purple bra she was wearing.

Dean swallowed visibly, unable to take his eyes off of her. "Your brothers will kill me."

"You don't care."

"You're fifteen."

"We both don't care."

"You can get pregnant."

"I've already taken care of that."

"I can"—

"Just kiss me already," Ginny said as her shirt fell to the ground.

Dean wrapped his arms around her slim frame, pulling Ginny against his chest before kissing her. Ginny tightened her legs around Dean's waste as he began to trail kisses down her neck.

"Will you get me the firewhiskey, Dean?" Ginny whispered as he began trailing kisses along her chest.

Dean pulled away to look her in the eye. They stared at each other for a long moment before Dean nodded. Ginny smiled before pulling him into another kiss.

Ginny blew on Hermione's toes before smiling at her friend. "There? Aren't they beautiful?"

Hermione looked away from her book to look at her newly painted toes. "They're exquisite, Gin," Hermione said, smiling before putting her book down and sitting up so that her legs dangled off the side of Ginny's bed.

Ginny moved to kneel behind Hermione, playing with her dark hair. "You know Hermione; you would look really pretty if you used different hair products to bring out the color of your hair. The right products will make your hair shine and add volume to it. Imagine your hair, golden like honey against your porcelain skin. With the right creams, your skin can glow as if you are a Veela," Ginny said as she twisted Hermione's hair up in a bun.

"What's the point?"

"You could probably get a boyfriend or something."

"I don't want a boyfriend or something," Hermione said as she stared at her reflection.

"Why don't you do anything with your hair? It's so pretty and you just leave it. You should doll yourself up every once in a while, you have such a pretty face and you never show it off," Ginny said as she trailed a finger down Hermione's cheek.

Hermione tilted her head to the side, examining her face…It wouldn't hurt to look nice every once in a while…

Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head, a small smile on her face. "You can give me a makeover if you want."

Ginny smiled widely before hurrying over to her dresser to grab her wand and a bag of cosmetics. Hermione tried her best not to panic when Ginny dumped her rather large bag, spilling various creams, lotions, tools, and make up items along the bed.

Ginny placed her hands on Hermione's tense shoulders, bending over so that their faces were level with each other. They both stared at their reflections in the mirror as Ginny squeezed Hermione's shoulder affectionately. "Don't worry your pretty little head, when I'm done with you even Draco Malfoy will be drooling after you."

"Here you go, Gin."

Ginny looked up from the magazine she was reading to see a little glass bottle of firewhiskey in her face. She tilted her head back slightly to see Dean standing above her.

"I didn't expect you to get it so soon!" Ginny said, quickly taking the bottle and examining it.

"Put that away! I don't want Ron trying to kick my arse!" Dean hissed.

"Don't worry," Ginny said, stowing the bottle in her robes, "as long as you don't try to deflower me, Ron will be fine."

"We don't have to worry about that," Dean said, a trace of bitterness in his voice.

"My virtue is all I have Dean, you can't expect me to give it away so freely. You may leave now," Ginny said coolly, going back to reading her magazine.

Ginny applied blush to her cheeks quickly, spreading the light pink powder across her pale cheeks. She put the brush down and picked up her mascara, running the bristles against her orange lashes. Once her lashes were dark and long enough, she put the little bottle down and looked over her reflection. Ginny adjusted her halter top so that she wasn't showing too much cleavage.

"I am not dressing up for Draco Malfoy," Ginny whispered to herself again.

It is nearly midnight on a Friday night, Hermione had made her love potion nearly a week ago and Ginny decided that it is about time that the potion is put to good use. She has a plan to get Draco Malfoy to consume the potion. The plan would most likely not work but, hey, at least it's a start.

Ginny tiptoed over to her trunk and retrieved the flask of love potion and the bottle of firewhiskey before quietly entering the bathroom attached to her dormitory. Ginny placed the flask down on the counter near the sink and opened the bottle of firewhiskey.

Ginny contemplated pouring half of the drink down the sink before shrugging and raising the bottle to reach her painted lips. Ginny took a rather large gulp, drinking much to fast. She choked on the firewhiskey, pounding a fist on her chest as she struggled to catch her breath.

Ginny cleared her throat, as the warmth of the firewhiskey spread through her chest. She took a deep breath before bringing the mouth of the bottle back to her lips, drinking much slower. When Ginny had drunk her fill, she removed the bottle from her lips to see how much was left.

Half of the firewhiskey was gone…no problem, she would just fill the rest with the love potion. Ginny quickly grabbed the flask and carefully poured the love potion into the bottle of firewhiskey. Once the firewhiskey bottle was completely Ginny screwed the lid back on and shook the drink to mix it well. She slipped the bottle of firewhiskey in her back pocket and placed the remains of the love potion back in her truck.

Ginny quietly left her room, went down stairs, through the portrait hole, and out to find Draco Malfoy. Malfoy would be on prefect duty tonight with Pansy Parkinson and Padma Patil and had devised a plan to get him on his own so she can slip him the firewhiskey.

Ginny made her way to the first floor, towards the Hufflepuff common room. A party had been started in the Hufflepuff common room around nine and Ginny had attended the party for a few hours before she realized that it would be a perfect excuse for Malfoy to catch her with firewhiskey. Surely Malfoy knew about the party and wouldn't be able to resist the firewhiskey. So, Ginny told Michael Conner that she would see him on Saturday and headed back to her common room.

As Ginny made her way down the hallway that lead to the kitchens, she heard someone hurrying up the stairs. She quickly pressed herself against the wall and strained her ears to catch every word.

"Draco! I'm sorry! You can fuck Greengrass all you want! I don't care! Please come back!" Pansy Parkinson called as she hurried up the stairs.

Ginny made a face of disgust before drawing her wand. She quietly made her way out of the corridor and up the stairs, aiming her wand at Parkinson's back. "Stupefy," she whispered, sending a jet of red light escaped her wand and caught Parkinson right in the back.

Ginny watched with satisfaction as Parkinson tumbled to the ground, her face connecting with the hard marble stairs. Parkinson's nose was undoubtedly broken and Ginny wouldn't mind leaving it like that but decided it would be best to cover her tracks.

Ginny approached the Slytherine and kicked her over so that she lay face up. Parkinson's nose wasn't broken but her lip was bleeding profoundly. Ginny sighed before pointing her wand at Parkinson's mouth and whispering, "Episkey."

The cut instantly mended itself, sealing back together. There still was the problem of the blood…Ginny racked her brain for a spell that can clean up blood before saying, "Oh!" She pointed her wand at the blood on Parkinson's face and said, "Tergeo!" Ginny waved her wand over Parkinson's face and shirt, watching as the blood vanished.

"I guess I can't leave you here," Ginny muttered before saying, "Locomoter!" with a wave of her wand, Pansy Parkinson was lifted a few feet off the floor. Ginny aimed her wand at Parkinson's lank form as she walked, moving Parkinson along with her. The young Weasley found a nice spot on the fifth floor to store Parkinson behind a suit of armor.

"Now all I have to do is find Malfoy," Ginny said as she made her way down to the fifth floor.

It didn't take long for Ginny to find Malfoy, she found him walking along a corridor on the third floor, looking very annoyed and bored. His eyes lit up instantly when he saw Ginny walking along the corridor.

"What are you doing out of bed Weasley? Isn't it past your bed time?" Malfoy drawled as he advanced on her.

Ginny turned to give Malfoy a look of annoyance. "What do you want Malfoy? I'm on my way back to Gryffindor Tower, leave me alone," Ginny said before turning to walk away.

"I could report you," Malfoy said, standing in Ginny's way.

"Have fun doing that," Ginny said, trying to walk past him but he grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall.

"Hasn't mommy taught you how to play nice?" Ginny asked coldly as she tried to push past him but he wouldn't budge.

"Why are you all dressed up? Went to that Hufflepuff party?" Malfoy asked, using his wand to push Ginny's hair behind her shoulder.

"You better watch out Malfoy, you don't want your Death Eater friends finding out that you're talking to a blood traitor, now do you?" Ginny asked as she calmly leaned against the wall, ignoring how close he is.

Malfoy leaned in so that his face is mere centimeters from hers, his cold silver eyes boring into her warm brown ones. "I don't think they'd mind, seeing as you have something I want," Malfoy said, his arm encircling around her waist.

Ginny moved to push him away but he was gone before she could act, standing a few feet away with the glass bottle of laced firewhiskey in his hand. "Thought you could hide this from me, didn't you Weasley?" Malfoy taunted as he dangled the bottle in her face.

Ginny made a halfhearted attempt to snatch the bottle back but he moved it. "Uh-uh-uh, I don't think so. Who knew a Weasley could afford firewhiskey, let alone clothes? I think I'll be keeping this," Malfoy said, smirking maliciously.

Ginny glared at Malfoy as she pushed herself from against the wall, roughly bumping into him with her shoulder. "Fuck you," she spat before storming away.

"I think I'd quiet fancy that," Malfoy called after her as he opened the bottle of firewhiskey.

"Don't forget to save that!" Ginny called as she turned to see Malfoy take a rather long drink. Smiling to herself, Ginny hurried back towards Gryffindor tower, imagining what could possibly happen in the next couple of weeks.