Can't I? Or can I?
This is a tragicomic story, well mostly comic for me, about my big oaf of a brother, otherwise also known as Ron, pushing me into the arms of his worst enemy. It all started out, like most things in my existence, with Ronnie being an arse and him needing to be thought a lesson.
There I am, kissing a boy (can't really remember who it was anymore) because I like boys and I like kissing. So, I am kissing a boy!
And here he comes (Ron that is) purple in the face, veins popping, yelling obscenities, lecturing me on dangers of innocent teenage kissing and its satanic pull (ok, so maybe he didn't say anything about Satan but hey may as well had) and of course I yell back (we are in fact related as ashamed as I am to say it), using colourful language, that makes even the twins blush. The crowd is already gathering as we're standing in the middle of the hallway, blocking the entrance to the Great Hall and generally being more entertaining than most of our classes (Hermione begs to differ). It happens often enough and I'm used to these kinds of scenes but then he says something that really pisses me off.
"Ginny! You can't just kiss anybody like a common whore!"
I'm not really that annoyed about being called a whore. It's a matter of principle. Really, what gives him the right to say something like this to me? What is he, the snog-police? Oh, I'll show him what I can do just fine without his permission!
"Can't I? Watch me!"
I glance around the gathered crowd and for the purpose of this anybody really being somebody, I zero in on his smirking pasty face.
Was I thinking straight I probably wouldn't have chosen him, but out of anger at my brother, I grab his silvery green tie and kiss him on the mouth. I truly intended for this kiss to be very short but extremely point proving (to my brother, of course). Surprisingly, he has very soft lips and the kiss is warm and sensual and slightly aggressive. Just my kind of kiss. That is very hard to break off once I get a taste of it.
As I walk away, down the hall, my head held high and a bounce in my step, I hear a thump that is either my brother's head coming in contact with the floor as he faints or his fist in contact with Malfoy's face.
Admittedly, I hope it is Ron's head as it would be a damn shame to damage those luscious lips before I find out what other magic they are capable of.
I wasn't disappointed and Ron never could forgive himself. Lesson learned.