Ginny had always admired the way that he had the ability to effect people with little effort. She snuck a glance at Draco Malfoy while he wandered down one of the many great hallways. He was pushing his peers out of his way with a simple glance, and the mere thought of that power stirred her insides. As quickly as she had looked up she returned her glance to the book in her hands – two scrolls for History of Magic was due tomorrow and she was not going to let Hermione be the only one known for her intelligence. Of course the fact that she would rather not share a stare down with Malfoy also helped her from procrastinating any further.

She heard his steps approaching quickly as she turned to the next page, noting in the margins as her eyes scanned the page for more information about the work of witches in the 1800s. The footsteps slowed and then ceased their noise a moment later; the silence interrupted by a male clearing his throat – she could only assume that it was the blonde Slytherin.

"Going to move, Weasley?" He said abruptly. His tone was harsh and she did not appreciate it – especially since she was sitting on a bench on the edge of the hall. Even if he wanted to he couldn't get anywhere by walking onto the bench.

"I'm sitting on a bench against a wall… what would be the point? Unless you've suddenly gained an ability to turn benches into doorways, I'm going to continue on this parchment." The sass in her response was quick witted and she furthered it by only looking up at the end of her statement. Just in time too as she caught what appeared to be a face of disbelief washing over his before it disappeared as quickly as it had popped up.

"It's called sitting, Weasley. Have you gone as mental as your brothers? Here I thought your intelligence was spared from whatever they contracted."

"That almost sounded like a compliment, Malfoy. I'm surprised you feel that way about me." She smirked at this last bit, staring straight into his eyes as the left side of her smile curved upwards. "You're welcome to join me if you like," she continued as she slid over and patted the new space beside her.

Goyle quickly stepped forward to take action, but much to everyone's surprise Malfoy put his arm up to stop him and even pushed him back slightly. He stepped closer to Ginny, closing the gap between them and quickly leaning over her should to whisper in her ear.

"You're pretty quick witted for someone of your stature," he said silently before belted out to all, "now get out of my way." He hadn't bothered to learn away from her first so the sharp sound cut into her ears with how loud it was. She hadn't expected the sudden change and she jumped slightly before starting to pack up her things. Today wasn't the day to pick fights with Draco Malfoy – she just wanted to finish this damn paper outside of the library, where she knew Dean Thomas would be looking for her.

"Whatever, Malfoy," she said as she stood upwards. "Take the damn bench. I have better things to worry about." He smirked as she started to walk away from him, he felt as though he had won. "Oh… and Malfoy?"

"Yes, tattered robes?"

"Kindly go fuck yourself before you challenge me again." His smirk vanished as he fell backwards onto the bench. She didn't bother to turn around, she didn't need to. They both knew that she had won this battle of the wits. Ginny kept walking down the corridor to find a new place to work, maybe Malfoy was onto something with his harassment – was pestering her as much fun for him as verbal sparring with him was for her?