A/N: For drasnian's birthday. Happy birthday, darling! Hope you like this.

Written for QLFC's pickup line competition using Jill's (chaser one's) NOTP (Drinny):

1. I heard you were in Gryffin-whore, because you let every wizard slyther-in.

2. My love for you burns like a dying phoenix.

3. If you were a criminal, I'd become a dementor just to get your kiss.

4. You should know you're a Snitch because you're the finest catch here.

5. Harry's the Boy Who Lived, but you just might be my Chosen One.

Word count: 599 words.

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The first time, it's childish games. It's her place, the tree she sits beside every day with Luna's slightly dotty grins when he comes along with his annoying haughtiness.

"Move, Weaslette," he commands. She laughs mockingly and tosses her hair back.

"In your dreams, Malfoy. Too spoiled to find your own place? Do you have people do everything for you? And I do mean everything," she snaps back and lets the blow hang in the air.

He flinches before firing back, insulted at the dig to his pride. "I heard you were in Gryffin-whore, because you let every wizard slyther-in."

His cronies hoot and slap his back, and she sees stars, right before Luna stands up and politely punches him in the face.

…

They fall into step with each other accidentally and realize it simultaneously.

"Malfoy," Ginny says stiffly, glaring at his smug face. Bloody prat.

Draco sneers. "Weaslette. You know, I heard a charming line today: my love for you burns like a dying phoenix. Just like that organization of yours."

Ginny glares at the dig towards the Order of the Phoenix. "I have one for you too; if you were a criminal, I'd become a dementor just to get your kiss."

Draco blinks for a second, thrown off beat. "Wait, did you just flirt me?"

Ginny snorts, tossing her hair back. "I would have been, had you not been a coward just as scared of dementors as the people you made fun of."

Draco storms away in fury, and Ginny smirks.

…

She finds him hunched over the memorial, tracing over a name. He turns when he hears her footsteps, and she swears he wipes a tear off his face before he turns.

"Here to gloat, Weaslette?" he snaps upon seeing her standing uncomfortably. "The Dark Lord killed my mother even though she saved all your asses. She's dead now because she tried to save me."

"No," Ginny says back softly, trying to ease the blow. "My brother's name is beside your mother's."

Draco gasps and turns back, flinching when he sees she was telling the truth. "Oh- I'm sorry- I'll leave."

"No, it's okay," Ginny says, blushing at the words tumbling out of her mouth. "I only came to put these," she says, tracing over the flowers in her hands.

Draco moves over and she bends down to plant a kiss on the stone of her brother's name and lay the flowers down gently.

"How are you doing with Potter and Lovegood's wedding approaching?" Draco asks suddenly and Ginny turns to him thoughtfully.

"Good, all considering. I didn't see it coming but they're happy. I'm the maid of honor, you know," Ginny says.

Draco frowns. "Doesn't it bother you?"

Ginny twirls her hair as she thinks. "At first maybe. But after the chamber and Hogwarts… i'm trying not to hold on to rage anymore. It's done a lot more harm than good."

Draco runs a hand through his hair awkwardly before blurting out, "I'm sorry for what I said at Hogwarts. I was a prat."

Ginny laughs softly. "You were, but so was I. I'm sorry too."

Draco smiles, and it's so unlike his usual sneer. "As an apology, do you maybe want dinner? I'll pay."

"You don't need to win me over," Ginny said. "But I'd love to."

Draco smirks, and Ginny relaxes at the familiarity of it. "Well, Weaslette, you should know you're a Snitch because you're the finest catch here."

Ginny smiles, falling back into the familiar routine. "Well, Harry's the Boy Who Lived, but you just might be my Chosen One."