“Hello, Minnie!” he squeaked chirpily. But after reading the scowl that was painted all over her face, he added with haste “I did knock!”

“But you received no reply!” her face turned a light shade of crimson and she felt like her diversion was rather affective. “Lovely beard, Filius, have a biscuit.” Okay, she knew her diversion was utter rubbish, but hey, spontaneity was a skill she had yet to accomplish. However it seemed that the biscuit had distracted his attention from the indent that seemed to refuse to disappear...

Walking across the room, Ginny sat down beside Draco. The fury was evident in her eyes. She leant in, bracing herself for what she was about to do. Then she did it. Their lips met, and it was either passion, or anger that she poured into him, she wanted him to know that this would be the last time this happened. With fire blazing in her eyes, she broke the connection.

“Ah,” said Malfoy, giving a nervous laugh. “I take it that was another slip of the tongue?”

“Don’t you dare talk to me about slipping any tongues, I think you’ve had your fair share of doing that already!”

“Draco, we need to talk.”