Summary: Ginny gets bored one day and decides that she's tired of Ron and Hermione in denial. So she makes a bet with Harry: the two of them can get Ron and Hermione together before Valentine's Day, in exactly eight days.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

This is a challenge for me too. Can Agarwaen Lhach finish a fic in eight days? Doubtful, but there is always hope. Also, the days of the week correspond to those this year. So this is a Friday.

Love/Hate Relationship

Chapter One: Things Boredom Makes you Do

"Harry."

No answer.

"Harry!"

He can really sleep soundly, the redhead thought. She crept right up to his ear and yelled, "HARRY!"

Still nothing. Ginny grinned evilly, twirled her wand, and whispered, "Aqua Defundo!"

The Floodgate Charm was instantaneous. A gallon of water poured from midair onto the wizard's head. He woke up immediately, spluttering indignantly.

"Ginny, what was that for?"

"I was bored," she said, flopping back into a chair by the fireplace.

She absentmindedly twirled her wand and pointed it at Harry, muttering another spell that dried him off. She sighed deeply.

"I've got an Arithmancy test Monday," she complained.

"I'll test you," Harry offered.

"Here."

She tossed him her textbook. It slammed into his chest.

"Oops. Sorry. Too much Quidditch practice."

"That won't make me any easier on you," Harry grumbled, rubbing the spot where the corner of the book had struck him.

He opened it to a page bookmarked with a tag reading, "Test Material." He looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

"You're turning into a red-haired, Quidditch-obsessed version of Hermione."

"I am not!"

There was a worksheet tucked into the page. He read the first question. "Those whose number is one's talents and strengths are..."

Ginny thought for a moment. "Natural leader, self-sufficient, ambitious. Twos are loving, peace-making, and analytical...oh, I know all this. I've gotten obsessed with Arithmancy."

"Than what's my Destiny number?" he challenged.

Ginny snatched the study guide and scribbled down various letters and numbers for a few minutes.

"Five," she answered finally. "You are bold, daring, persuasive, and enjoy the finer things."

Harry snorted.

"You are easily sidetracked and restless to the point of boredom."

"I am not easily sidetracked! Just the other day in Binns's class-"

"You generally take chances and search for new opportunities."

"I-"

"You are a public figure and receive lots of attention from the media, and you are good at developing new ideas."

"Now that's a little creepy. Is that really what the book says?"

She pointed at the chart. "See for yourself.

He did. "Weird."

"I told you, I'm not doing your homework for you!"

"Here we go again," Harry groaned.

Hermione and Ron had just come through the portrait hole, arguing again. They had been down in the library, last anyone checked, working on homework. Apparently it had ended badly.

"Hermione, no one but you can ever pay attention in History of Magic! I just need you to check my paper over."

"I told you, you'll never learn if you don't make a few mistakes. Besides, N.E.W.T.s are coming up, and then what will you do to study?"

"Read your notes."

"You-"

"I would love to tell those two to get a room, if I wasn't so incredibly sure that they'd both dismember me," Ginny muttered as she packed her Arithmancy book back into her bag.

"What?" Harry said, startled.

The youngest Weasley stared at him in disbelief. "Don't tell me you didn't notice?"

"Notice what?"

Ginny sighed, shaking her head. "Men."

"What?" he said indignantly.

"They've been crazy about each other since the fourth year!"

"What-what-"

"Did you know that when your mouth's like that, it looks exactly like you're a fish?"

Harry shut his mouth and glared. Ginny smirked and started up the stairs. Halfway up, she had an idea. Instantly she whirled and jogged back down.

"Harry!" she hissed, still not overheard, thanks to Ron and Hermione's argument.

"What now?"

"I have a plan."

"What?"

"I can get those two together before Valentine's Day," she said, grinning.

"You'll need me to help."

"Do I have to?"

"You only ever see them after school hours. I have almost every class with both of them."

"I bet we can do it," Ginny said, smirking again. "Go on, I bet you."

"I bet we can't."

"Fine, then. Bring it on. But don't sabotage the plans."

"Fine. But if I win, you have to declare your undying love for Draco Malfoy in the full Great Hall."

Ginny's smirk widened an inch. "If I win, you have to do the same thing." Harry's jaw dropped in horror. "But for Snape."

"Unfair!"

"It's no better than Draco Malfoy."

"At least he's number two on the Hogwarts' Hottest Males list! Snape is somewhere in the negatives!"

"My point precisely, Mr. Hogwarts' Hottest Male."

He scowled at her. "Aww..."

"Tomorrow we begin Phase One," Ginny said, grinning eagerly. "Here's the plan..."