She glared ruthlessly at Draco, her eyes narrowing as he sat on the desk, gazing at her with a smirk across his face.
"You could at least help, you worthless git. There's no one here to do the dirty work for you, so it would be in YOUR best interest to get your bum down onto the floor and scrub." Her words came out an icy blur, barely comprehensible. But he had heard them. A tiny snicker left his lips and he raised his eyebrows.
"This is a good look for you Ginny, really. But I'm sure Potter gets to see this every night, down on all fours will your ass in the air. I'd prefer it if I didn't have to look at you, but I'm sure from someone else's eyes this would be quite appealing." He crossed his legs, stretching his arms behind him, with a loud yawn. As if he had won the battle. Ginny tossed her sponge against the floor, and stood up, knees wet with soapy water.
"Just because I don't have my wand, doesn't mean I can't harm you Malfoy. I have a fist, and your face looks just as delicate as your will power. If it weren't for the fact that I WANT to be at tomorrow's Quidditch game, I would smash your jaw right now." Her face looked menacing, and completely serious.
"Don't take it out on me Ginny, It's not my fault were here." He sneered at her, taking a step towards her, fists clenched at his sides. Her mouth fell open in surprise, anger reflecting in her chocolate brown eyes.
"Your blaming this on ME?!" she shrieked, her voice raising an octave. She closed the space between them, a negative electricity drawing them closer. She extended her arm, pushing on his shoulder so that he stumbled back.
"Your blaming it on me, when you're the MORON who decided it was a good idea, to slip frogs breath into a LOVE potion. You blubbering IDIOT. I tried to save our assignment and it blew up in our faces, if you hadn't messed with it in the first place we wouldn't be here, scrubbing floors and being punished for a stupid MISTAKE." She huffed heavily, her eyes blazing. He chuckled lightly, holding his hands in front of him.
"Calm, weaslet. Take it easy, that temper of yours is going to get you convicted of murder. Or worse sexual harassment. You look as if your in need of some tension release, is Potter not doing it for you?" he sneered, "I'm sorry that you have to settle, but it's really not my problem that no one else will take you."
Next
moment, she pounced on him. Pale hands wrapping tightly around his
throat, ceasing his breathing. "You-arrogant-little-fucking-ferret!"
she grunted, strangling him thoroughly. The door opened to the
violent scene, Professor Snape stepping into the room, eyes widening.
"Weasley! Off Malfoy, NOW!" he commanded, pulling his wand from his pocket. Ginny barely noticed him, and she laughed as Draco's face turned blue, his eyes bulging from his sockets.
"This is a good look for you Malfoy, submissive and lacking control, I'm sure Pansy gets to see this, every night. Although, I'd prefer not to look at you" she mocked, laughing again.
Snape raised his wand, opening his lips to mutter "Confundo" before turned his wand on Draco. While Ginny fell back, completely under the impression that she had just experienced a change of heart towards the Slytherins current choking, Snape warily cast "Anapneo" towards Draco. He lowered his want, as Draco gasped for air and Ginny became angry again, realization hitting her.
"This was ENTIRELY his fault!" she yelled, "He egged me on, if I get banned from tomorrow's ga-" Snape held up a finger, silencing her. A smile slowly crossed his lips.
"That, Ms. Weasley had never crossed my mind. Until now. It would be a terrible shame for Gryffindor's only seeker to be put into detention for the next two games. I would hate to have to do something so cruel..but..you did physically harm Mr. Malfoy here. I would have to punish you." He cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. "Two, detentions. Starting this Saturday. And, Mr. Malfoy for your disobedience towards Ms. Weasley you'll be required to attend one of the detentions. It seems that both Slytherin and Gryffindor will be lacking a seeker in the weekend's game. When you're finished with the floors you can leave" he added. He swept through the open door, closing it behind him.
Draco glared from the floor, towards Ginny. He sneered down at him, "It seems the tables have turned Malfoy. Now who's the one on the soaking floor?" she asked smiling slightly. He continued glaring from where he was, and slowly rose from the floor, removing his robe and working on his shirt. Her eyes widened and she seemed to be choking on something herself.
"What, in Merlin's beard are you DOING?" she asked, taking a step back. He looked up under his lashes, rolling his eyes at her.
"Don't flatter yourself Weaslet, I'm just trying to dry off. I'm sure seeing my bare chest will certainly be a life changing moment for you though, please, take pictures if it'll make your life any less pitiful." She glared, looking away with slight embarrassment.
"So..are your mates going to be as irked with you as they will be with me? I mean, there can't REALLY even be a game. Not without seekers, and not without a Slytherin captain." She chewed at her nails absentmindedly. He shook his head slowly.
"They might be, but I think they're too afraid to really say anything. I think I'm pretty safe from the ridicule. But you, your tiny, they might just bite your head off." He smirked at the idea.
Ginny glanced at him with her eyebrow raised, "I'm not so tiny that I cant take you to the floor. Or perhaps I'm average and your just abnormally small for your gender."
Draco turned his back on her as he dried his shirt and slipped it back on, buttoning it to the near top but stopping as to expose his chest.
"Why do you do that?!" she asked, exasperation written all over her face. He chuckled, raising his head over his shoulder towards her.
"Do what?" he asked innocently, working on his robe next. She leaned against the desk, toying with a quill.
"Leave part of your chest like that, it gets on my LAST nerve. Do you intentionally just shave around that small area, with those thin wisps of blonde hair? Do you stand in front of your mirror and, admiring your "maturity" and posing?" Her words came out rushed, irritated. He smirked, moving closer.
"And why would any of that concern you. No offense, but personally, id prefer it if I didn't supply you with facts that you can contribute to your silly little wet dreams." He finished with his tie and glanced towards the floor. "As much as I would LOVE to continue this banter, I want to get done with the floors. I have an appointment with a beautiful young Slytherin, who is most likely laying in my bed in her silk underwear waiting for me to ravish her." Ginny gagged, leaning over as if she were vomiting.
"Oh, EW! Malfoy, I did NOT need to know about your ten second sexual ventures. Really, details like that make me want to hex myself into the afterlife." She knelt down, shaking her head in disgust and began scrubbing again. "Besides, if you'd just help me, this would get done a lot faster." She glanced up at him expectantly. Slowly he bent his knees and grabbed a sponge. He placed a hand on the floor, the other scrubbing, "Is this the only portion left?" he asked warily, looking over towards her. She nodded, not looking up at him, her back bent into an arch, her hair falling infront of her eyes. Draco's eyes lingered on her body for a moment before he shook his head and returned to the floor.'I'm a Malfoy' he thought, trying to focus 'she is a Weasley, she is my natural born enemy, a traitor. She's dirty, a waste of time. Not to mention the disgrace she would bring to my family! She's not gorgous, like everyone thinks. She can't be, her red hair SCREAMS danger, I can't think about this again..I hate her, I have to hate her.'
Ginny
glanced over at Draco as soon as his head dropped again, her eyes
taking in his strong legs and the muscles extended in his arms, the
sleeves of his robe pushed to his elbows. She glanced back down at
the floor, lost in thought.
'Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy' she inwardly chanted, 'He is a MALFOY. He is not gorgous, I will NOT think about those arms around my waist. Waking up to that banter every glorious- NO! Bad. MALFOY. ENEMY. My family hates him, I hate him. Of course I hate him, he's a git. He's trouble. What's not to hate..' she shook her head again and let out a small sigh.
"Hm?"
he asked distractedly, barely looking up from his work. "What's
it to you ferret?" she snapped, and then added, "I'm just sick
of being around you, that's all.
He huffed, a small disappointment showing in his face.
'I was hoping…no. Nothing like that, nothing like wanting. I don't want her to want me and I don't want to want her.'
She stood up, cleaning up the bucket and setting it on the table, "Well, were done. I guess I'll see you Saturday. Looking forward to humiliating you again." It sounded flat, she frowned at the floor. He cocked his head to the side but pushed it aside.
"I'll be better prepared next time. Don't count on me letting you win next time, I won't pity you again." He smirked and walked towards the door.
She walked after him and stepped through the doorway, pushing past him. He glanced down at her ass, and smiled before glaring and growling.
'Stop. Hideous, revolting, Weasley.'
"What was that, Malfoy? A growl? Or a whimper?" she laughed at him, turning to face him. He couldn't tell which it was himself, honestly. A whimper of want or a growl of denial.
He glared back before smiling, "Just taking in my prey, planning my next attack." He started walking down the hall, "well, I guess this is goodnight. Try not to let the majority of your dreams contain me tonight, Weasley. I'd prefer not to star in your wicked little fantasies."
"Night
Draco, try to last a little longer than ten seconds with her tonight.
I'm sure she'll appreciate it." A pang of jealousy washed
through her and she shook it off, disregarding it as disgust. He
sneered at her playfully, "Night Weasley, hate you."
"I hate you too Malfoy, with all my heart" she shot back.
'Lies, Lies, Lies..' she thought.
'Lies, Lies, Lies' he pondered and shook his head warily, before they walked in opposite directions.