Disclaimer: *puts hands behind back and recites* I do not own Harry Potter or any characters you might recognize in this story. All I own is the plot so don't sue humble little me.

It was Saturday and Draco Malfoy, having nothing to do, ambled lazily down the hallway toward the Great Hall. There he found many people hugging their friends goodbye and getting ready to go home for the holidays. Draco rolled his eyes as he passed a girl in tears hugging her friend fiercely. He scanned the Hall, looking for someone to taunt for entertainment. His eyes rested upon Potter, Weasley and that bushy haired chipmunk, Granger.

"Well, bye Ron, bye Harry! See you!" Granger was saying. Then she leaned over and kissed Ron on the cheek. He flushed furiously. As she walked away, Draco strode up to the insufferable duo.

"So, Weasley, finally got yourself a girlfriend?" He drawled.

"Oh piss off, Malfoy. She's not my girlfriend. And besides, I bet you couldn't get a girl if you tried," Ron retorted.

"You'd be willing to bet on that, would you Weasley?" Draco smirked. "How much?"

"Ten Galleons. You've got to get the girl by Valentine's Day."

Draco whistled. "Sure you can afford that much? You might have to sell your house, you know, when I win."

Ron reddened. "Yeah right, I'll be that much richer when I win," he said.

"Believe what you will, Weasel, but you know I'll win." And with that, Draco walked off, leaving Ron clutching his wand angrily.

Eating his lunch, Draco browsed the hall, looking for a worthy specimen. There was really no one worth dating in this God forsaken school. At least, there was absolutely no one in his own house, so he would half to settle with someone from another house. Suddenly he grasped an idea. There was that girl; Weasley's 6th year little sister, what was her name? Ginny? He could get the little redhead brat to fall head over heels with him, and show Weasley that he could get anyone, including even his little sister! It was perfect. Besides, she wasn't horrible looking, so at least Draco wouldn't get such a bad reputation. After everyone had finished their lunch and the Great Hall was empty but for a few people doing homework, Draco slid off the bench and strolled over to the Gryffindor table, where Ginny was diligently scribbling things onto parchment, her curly mass of red hair draped over her shoulder (a/n: I don't care if you think it's not curly, deal with it).

"My, Weasley, your looking tolerable today," Draco said coolly. Flattery with a hint of sarcasm. Ginny looked up and a look of surprise rapidly flitted across her face before she quickly quenched it and made her face an icy, expressionless mask.

"Draco Malfoy is deigning to speak to humble, plain little me? I'm honored," she said, feigning shock. Nobody knew it, or nobody bothered to figure it out, but Ginny Weasley was actually a very clever, witty girl who could be biting when someone insulted her. She too favored sarcasm, as did Draco.

Draco tsked and shook his head. "You should always accept compliments when given to you, considering how few you must get."

Ginny, who had trained herself to be emotionless, would have been angry and quite annoyed but instead she stuffed the emotion deep inside of her.

"Unless you've got something interesting to inform me of, like that you're leaving Hogwarts and never coming back, I beg you to go plague someone else," she said. Draco walked away, scowling, unable to come up with a biting remark. This girl was good. But no matter, she had won this little battle, but he would win the war.