Prompt: 28; Spilt Milk

Word Count: 277

Character: Ginny Weasley

A/N: Um, it's cute? *fail*

Accidents Happen

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"I cannot believe I failed that Potions test!" Ginny complained. "I studied my arse off for it, and what do I get for my hard work? A 'D'. Snape has the gall to give me, his most hardworking student a 'D'." She ended with a much frustrated harrumph and crossed her arms over a heaving chest.

Luna offered her friend some cinnamon toast and took a sip of her apple juice before replying.

"Well, what do you think went wrong?"

Ginny fired up again. "I couldn't even tell you – one minute the potion was changing colour perfectly and then the next thing I knew my feet were soaked in Amortentia." She huffed in annoyance and munched unhappily on a piece of toast.

Luna slid a goblet of pumpkin juice in front of her and watched her warily. "So the fact that Draco Malfoy walked into class about five seconds before your cauldron tipped over was just a coincidence?"

Ginny's eyes narrowed at Luna's innocent tone. "Yes," she answered firmly. "The git wouldn't dare try anything with Professor Snape there."

Luna thought this reasoning was rather flawed but very wisely kept her opinions to herself.

"It's just not fair. He saw that the potion was perfect and he knew how hard I'd worked – a 'D' was wholly unnecessary."

"Well," Luna said pragmatically, "it's no use ranting over spilt milk – or love potion. You'll just have to be more careful next time."

"I suppose," Ginny agreed reluctantly, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. "I just wish I knew what happened."

Across the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy watched the redhead fume with a diabolical smirk etched firmly on his features.