Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Of Sarcastic Statements
"What are you thinking? What do you think you're doing… being… acting… urgh… I can't even say it. When did this even happen? I mean weren't you two just yelling at each other in the halls yesterday? Bloody Hell, Gin! He refers to our family as Blood Traitors."
Ginny's lower lip trembled and she widened her eyes in feigned innocence as she focused on Draco's slightly amused expression. "Is it true? Do you really only see me as a disgusting blood traitor who's beneath you and doesn't deserve to breathe your air?"
It was very hard for Draco to keep a straight face at Ginny's antics. She was putting those acting skills to good use again. "Absolutely not." He paused and raised an eyebrow. "You don't deserve to clean my shoes either." Ginny couldn't take it. She started laughing. It was there little private joke. Ginny thoroughly enjoyed teasing her boyfriend about the insults he used to throw at her.
Worried looks were being passed between Ron, Hermione, and Harry. They all seemed to be in a state of shock and completely unable to say anything at all. Ron's shock seemed to be quickly turning into rage, though, as his face was turning quite the shade of purple.
Draco looked at them with his signature smirk, which only served to piss Harry and Ron off more, and spoke to them with a faint trace of amusement in his voice. "I was only joking. Don't look so concerned. Do you honestly believe Ginny would settle for someone who thought poorly of her? You're completely underestimating her judgment."
"I don't know, Draco. You were an awful git for years, you know." Ginny had pulled herself together and was now looking at her best friend and love with mock seriousness. "How do I know you've really changed?"
"You're right. Six years is really far too long. I've been too much of a prick to change now. I was obviously wrong about loving you these past eight and a half months. I mean, who could? What with you're fiery personality, wit, fantastic sense of humor, grace, and a beauty that surpasses even the most creative imagination. I mean, really, what was I thinking?" Sarcasm practically dripped from his smooth voice.
A wide grin spread across Ginny's face and she turned to her very confused friends and brother. "Honestly, he's such an awful boyfriend. Between us getting along so well and all that passion we endure I am beside myself with grief. But what can I say? I guess I'm a masochist, and, as such, I think it's about time to add to my pile of painful memories. Come along, Love, I'm in the mood for a good snog." Ginny smirked at her stunned brother and walked off in the direction of her favorite broom closet on the third floor next to the painting of a yellow toad.
Draco winked at the trio before rushing after the vixen he fell in love with.
AN: I wrote this story just to see if I could write fanfiction. It was an experiment really, and definantly not my best work. I hope you enjoy it none-the-less.
Thank you very much for reading.
