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Ginny contemplated what Draco had said, and why he had said it. I don't get boys. What if he has some ulterior motive, she thought to herself as she sat in potions stirring the Membrance Potion, Did Snape say to add tongue of rabbit to it or tongue of frog? Ginny looked at her potion and noticed that he had turned an odd milky brown color instead of the light lilac Snape had said it should be. She shook her head, Okay, ulterior motive or not I need Malfoy's help.

"Hey, Gin," Sarah called out to the red-head as she walked to her next class, "Come over here."

Ginny glanced behind her at Sarah and then to her watch. She had time to spare before her next class, "What is it?"

Sarah glanced around before leaning in conspiratorially and whispering, "I've already managed to get Draco to speak to me. What have you done?" Sarah looked at Ginny's face and noticed an odd smile.

"Oh, you would be surprised, now, if you don't mind, I need to get to my next class." Ginny began to walk away leaving Sarah to ponder what she meant. Maybe this would be easier than she thought.

Ginny didn't bother changing clothes as she rushed to meet Draco without running into her brother or Harry. She walked past the blank wall three times as she thought about meeting Draco. When she turned after the third stride she saw the great oak wall, she stopped before it and thought about what consequences she would have to face if she walked into that room. Taking a deep breath she turned the knob of the door and stepped into the room. At first she didn't see Draco hidden behind the cauldron but a moment later he stepped out from behind the swirling mist.

"I didn't think you were coming." Draco said as Ginny shrugged her shoulders at him.

"I need major help with Potions," She replied walking up to the cauldron, "So, uh, what is this?"

"A potion," Draco replied smirking.

"Well, I figured that one out, smartass." Ginny muttered, looking down at the swirling lime-green liquid she took a guess, "Is it Pememuro?"

Draco looked up surprised by her knowledge, "So you can name the potion you just can't make it?' he asked.

"Yea," Ginny sighed as she took a seat on a busted couch, "That was never my problem, I can remember thousands of potion names and descriptions, I just can't make them."

"Odd," Draco muttered as he stirred the potion, "My problem is remembering the potion name and description."

Ginny glanced up through her long sheet of sparkling red hair, "Well, maybe I can help you with that. That is what i'm here for right?" Ginny stood up and watched Draco take in her 5'5 frame, "I help you with the descriptions and you help me with the actual potion making."

"Yeah, sure," Draco said as he lifted a spoonful of the lime-green liquid and motioned for her to come over to the cauldron, "Here, drink this."

"Are you serious?" Ginny asked, amazed that he would think she would actually stoop as low as believing this wasn't a rouse, "Helping you and trusting you are totally different things. You're a Slytherin and a scum-sucking ferret," Ginny began to walk out of the door as Draco stood watching her retreat. She turned around to see if he had followed her. He hadn't.

"What?" Draco smirked, "Did you think that I would run after you like a little puppy? Is that what you expect me to do? I'm not one of your Gryffindor slaves. You expect help and I want something in return." Draco watched her debate whether or not to accept his offer.

"What do you want in return?"

That night Ginny felt as if she had sold her soul to the Devil himself. She hadn't spoken to anyone since she had returned from the meeting with Draco. Sarah had flaunted around the entire night and nearly had a fit when Ginny wouldn't speak to her. Sarah then began to brag about her family's wealth and esteem in the wizarding world. Many people hung on her every word but Ginny never had and that infuriated Sarah. She was a socialite and could get anything she wanted but she never could get Ginny to join her little group.

Draco felt strange after leaving the Room of Requirement. He had gotten what he wanted but at what cost?

Sarah gazed into the mirror at her reflection and felt herself fall apart inside. She was everything everbody wanted her to be yet she stooped to such lows to get her way. She didn't care anything about the bet with Ginny. It was just another way to prove she was superior. Yet, what did it matter. No one knew who she really was. Why did it matter? Who was she impressing by getting a Slytherin?

So that was it. the chapters will get longer but for now this is it.

becca