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Chapter Two: The Potions Incident

Potions was by far Draco's best subject, as well as Ginny's. Therefore they were in the same class: Advanced Potions, reserved only for the very best.

Although Ginny showed surprising skill in the area despite the fact that she was a sixth year student, as well as a Gryffindor. Unfortunately, Professor Snape didn't show any outward signs of letting up on the girl.

"Weasley," he barked, holding up a vial of bubbling, crimson liquid, "what is this?"

Ginny stiffened and looked up.

"Satyrus Potion," she answered, recognising the dark red potion. "A separate draft is made for females, called the Nympha Potion, but it is blue. It produces...erm..." Ginny trailed off.

"Yes, Miss Weasley?" Snape said, his dark eyes glinting.

"It, um, produces..." Ginny's eyes were firmly fixed on her right toe, staring at it like it held the secrets of the universe.

"Sexual excitement," drawled a voice from behind Ginny. "Whoever drinks it becomes instantly hor—er, excited."

A few snickers were heard from the Slytherins in the back.

"Five points to Slytherin," Snape sneered as he said this, "for excellent word choice, Mr. Malfoy."

Ginny turned to see Draco throw her a meaningful look.

"Now," Snape said, "you will each divide off into groups of the same gender—"

Pansy Parkinson had already made a move for Draco's arm, but stopped as Snape glared at her. "And," he continued, "the females will go into the storage room behind me, while the males will stay in here. I expect," Snape said, casting a calculating glance around the room, "that all of you will act your age..."

Draco winked at Pansy, who was trying so hard to restrain herself that she looked as if she might implode with desire.

The girls drank the bubbling blue liquid Snape had prepared earlier, while the boys took the crimson one.

All of a sudden, Ginny felt as if someone had placed a warm washcloth onto her nether-regions, and she felt her thoughts go instinctively to Draco. He was currently looking as if someone had shoved a hood ornament down his pants. He noticed himself, and, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, stared at Ginny.

"Mr. Malfoy," Snape called from across the room, "as hard as it may be," A few snickers were heard again, "tear your eyes and your dirty mind away from Miss Weasley."

Ginny blushed at the tingling sensation that was now accompanying the warm feeling between her legs.

Draco cast one look at her and it took all his willpower not to think about running over and ravishing her right then and there.

"Miss Weasley, get with the rest of the girls!" Snape hissed, obviously seeing the attraction she had towards Malfoy. The sexual tension between the two was so thick you could've only cut it with a very sharp knife.

Ginny reluctantly made her way to the back room, where she was greeted by the sight of about fifteen extremely uncomfortable looking girls.

Pansy looked about to scream, Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff looked like she had swallowed a bucket full of eels, and the rest of the girls were waiting impatiently for the whole thing to be over with.

"Doesn't Snape realize how uncomfortable this is for all of us?" Blaise Zabini, a pretty, dark haired girl from Slytherin said.

"Yeah, he does," Pansy snapped, "that's why he's doing it! What use will this ever be?"

Blaise suppressed a giggle.

"I can think of a few things..." she said, and everyone snickered along with her, even Ginny.

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Meanwhile, Draco and the rest of the boys were sitting in the classroom, all of them trying not to think about the bulges in their pants.

"Insert witty remark here," Draco muttered. Since all of the blood that was normally in his brain was...somewhere else, he couldn't even think of anything half-ways decent.

Shit, he thought, occupying his hands by folding up a piece of paper as small as he could. He didn't want to... react to his obvious excitement.

However, as hard as he tried, thoughts of Ginny kept entering his head unbridled.

The memory of their kiss replayed itself in Draco's mind, his hands around her waist, in her hair, his lips on hers.

This did nothing to help Draco's current anatomical problem.

Snape you sadistic bastard...Draco thought as he glared at his teacher. I swear, sometimes I think that git flies the other side of the Quidditch pitch.! No wonder he sent the girls away...

Snape called the girls back out after another agonizing ten minutes. The boys' 'afflictions' had finally disappeared, much to what Draco saw as Snape's disappointment. He was now firmly convinced that his favorite teacher liked men.

Note to self, Draco thought, no more 'late night reviews' with Snape.

He shuddered at his teacher's ulterior motives as Snape dismissed the class for that day. Strangely enough, he did not assign anything...

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Ginny was just rounding the corner that led to the Great Hall when a pair of hands reached out and blocked her way.

"Interesting Potions lesson today, wasn't it, She-Weasel," a voice drawled.

Ginny didn't even have to think in order to recognize that familiar tone.

"Malfoy!" she exclaimed, "what are you doing here?"

Draco stepped in front of her, his silver-blond hair hanging in his eyes, making him look angelic...well, as angelic as a Malfoy could look.

"You see," he said, "this would be a public area, where the public is. And I happen to be a member, Weasley."

Draco glared at her, making every attempt to make it seem as if he wasn't thinking anything special about her.

In truth, however, he had just begun to notice the faint dusting of freckles over Ginny's nose, along with the colors in her flaming red hair.

"Ooh, how special. And we all know what kind of ahem membership you have, don't we?" She replied sarcastically, stepping aside and starting down the hall again. Why can't he leave me alone so I can run this infatuation's course? she thought as she walked quickly.

Draco caught up with her. "Malfoy?" she asked coldly, "why the bloody hell are you following me?"

Draco pouted his lips, and, quite as he hoped, Ginny softened a bit. "Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to sound so harsh. After all, you have every right to be here as I do."

Draco was taken aback by her kindness. However stunned he might've been, however, he was under no circumstances showing it.

"So Virginia," he said, keeping step with her, checking to see if anybody else was around to hear him call her by her name. No one was. "I heard you telling Granger something about being able to conjure a patronus," he said, careful not to insult her friend.

Ginny eyed him quizzically, brushing a lock of long hair out of her face.

"So?" she replied, half-expecting a rude comment. After all, this was Malfoy she was talking to.

"Well," Draco continued, his voice tight, "I want to learn."

"What's your point?" Ginny asked, sounding a bit rougher than she had meant to. Draco, however, didn't seem taken aback at all.

"I just thought, that maybe, you could...help me."

Ginny was surprised at a Malfoy asking for help, and also at the fact that Draco of all people couldn't conjure a patronus. Ginny had learned the previous year, and it had only taken her a few hours to learn. Of course, the place she learned it was considered illegal at the time. She shuddered at the memory of the previous Defense against the Dark arts teacher, Professor Umbridge.

"Er," she replied as she reached the Great Hall, "I guess I could help you out."

"Great!" Draco exclaimed, turning around and walking towards the dungeons. He turned back to face her. "Oh, and Gin..." he said, and Ginny almost expected him to smile. He didn't. "Thanks."

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