Pink Potions on Your New Shirt

Draco knew he wasn't the greatest potion maker in the world. Hell, he was barely better than Longbottom. The only difference was he knew how to work people so they would do the work for him. This however was easier done by himself.

After all, what was he going to say? I'm trying to get a crazy blonde girl off my case.

Wouldn't quite work. And besides, who would want to help him? Luna? No. he couldn't ask her. The potion directly related to their bet. It wouldn't be fair to her.

Blaise? He was pretty good but Draco would never hear the end of it. Blaise was convinced that Draco secretly loved Ginny Weasley. It was ridiculous. He was pleasantly intrigued by her, but nothing more than that.

Ginny? Now that... shit. That he could have worked. He could have used it as quality bonding time. True, he would have caught hell from her too, but he could have handled that.

Draco sighed and returned his attention to the purple potion that sat on the cauldron before him. it was supposed to be an antilove potion, but there were many ways it could have gone wrong or still could go wrong. Ginny Weasley would laugh at him and tell him that they would only go wrong if he let them.

Draco swore as the potion turned pink. He'd let it go too long. He'd have to let it cool down again so the layers separated once more.

The door to the bathroom opened and Ginny Weasley entered, carrying a book."Myrtle, I hope you know-" She began.

Her hazel eyes lifted to his greyish green ones.

"Malfoy?" She asked. "What are you-"

That was when Draco's potion exploded. Draco rocked back on his heels, studying himself, covered in gobs of the potion.

Ginny stared first at him then down at the aqua teeshirt she was wearing. In three quick strides she was across the room. She grabbed him by his grey polo and pulled him bodily from the ground to meet her hazel eyes.

"What the hell is this?" She demanded.

"Um... well..."

"Malfoy, I know you suck at potions. What were you making?"

"An Antilove potion." He replied sullenly.

She sighed. "When did it go wrong?"

"I think I boiled it too long."

She sighed again and picked up his cauldron. "Let's go."

"Where?" He asked, as she began to drag him towards the door.

"Snape. And Malfoy... This is a new shirt. If your damned potion stains it, you're buyin' me a new one with all that money you like to go on about."

(A/N: Oooh! Bonding! Or not. Oh well. Hope you like!