She strutted down the hallway in a manner quite like his own. He had never really liked her, but they had somehow been forced together and they had looked good together. But nobody was surprised when he caught her cheating and broke it off. And yet, he still felt jealous as he saw pug-faced Pansy coming down the corridor. He had to make her jealous, but how? Thinking irrationally (or perhaps not at all) he grabbed the nearest girl close to his height and snogged her. She was quite responsive, and quite the kisser too. Draco pulled away and opened his eyes as he heard Pansy's indignant huff and clomping steps out the hall.

His eyes were not prepared for the shock of wavy red hair that greeted them.

"Weasley?!" he cried. The girl merely smirked at him. What had happened to make the little Weasley girl so... cute and pretty and very bodacious?

"You must be desperate if you're trying to make Parkinson jealous by kissing a Weasley. Especially by your family's view, Draco," she said fairly brightly, still smiling slightly. Draco felt his cheeks reddening; she made him feel a child for using her last name.

Draco raised an eyebrow before pulling out the ol' Malfoy charm. "Maybe that's because not all Weasley's look like you, Ginny." And with that he winked and turned away, continuing down the corridor.

"You do realize that didn't make any sense," she called. He cursed himself in his head.

He sulked all the way back to the Slytherin dungeons for a much need nap.

Ginny watched, cockily, as Draco stomped away. He had been a rather good kisser, but she had her standards where boys were concerned, and Draco Malfoy definitely didn't meet them. Though he had tried to make a move on her. If it had made sense, perhaps she would have fallen for it, too... Ginny shook her head to clear the thought. She walked quickly to the Room of Requirements for a nap; she hadn't been sleeping well in her dorm.

Draco couldn't fall asleep. His thoughts kept straying back to her; her crooked smile, her bright brown eyes, her flaming red hair… No. She was a Weasley. Malfoys did not do Weasleys, ever. Even if they were the last two people on Earth and it was their duty to repopulate the planet. And yet….

"Damn," he muttered aloud. He had fallen for the filthy Weasley girl.