How Much I Hate You
Ginny tried to get as fast as she could into the castle, because, while it really was a wonderful day outside, she really had to pee.
She was looking at the ground, trying not to do a pee dance, when she crashed into someone. A very green cloaked good smelling wonderful looking someone. Who by a weird case of nature was named Draco Malfoy.
Ginny, who had fallen to the ground, clutched Malfoy's cloak, standing up. "Guess how much I hate you," she said, trying to sound as hateful as she could while standing so close to him.
"Oh, I can't possibly guess that," Draco said, amused.
Stepping back, pee forgotten, she stretched her arms as far as they would go, and yelled, "This much!"
Draco, being so much bigger than her, had much bigger arms.
"And this is how much I hate you," said he, giving in to her silly little game.
That's a lot, she thought as she tried to think of something else to do.
"I hate you as high as I can get," she barked, putting her hands up in the air.
Draco laughed, got on his broom and flew a few centimeters above her outstretched hands. "And I hate you a far as I can go," he claimed, doing a little flip in the air.
That bloody arsetard! And then a good idea popped into her brain. Well, a good idea at the time.
She did a handstand and leaned her legs on the castle's wall. "I hate you till the tips of my toes," she said, trying very hard not to fall on the ground.
As gracefully as she could, she slipped back into her position, looking at him with her hands on her hips.
"Levicorpus," Draco smirked as he watched Ginny turn upside down, hanging in the air. "I, myself, hate you until the peaks of your toes, too,"
"LET ME DOWN!" she yelled, going red.
He smiled, and with a sudden poof, she was on the ground. "As you wish."
"I hate you until the end of the bloody forest," Ginny uttered with disgust.
"And I hate you past the forest, Hogsmede, and the next town," Draco declared.
She was so mad she no longer could think straight. She looked past the forest, into the blaring sun. Nothing was as far as the sun.
"I hate you straight till the sun!" Ginny proclaimed.
"Oh, that's really far," he said, taking a step closer to her. "That's very far away."
They were so close they could feel each other's breaths on the other's face, but neither backed down. Draco leaned and whispered into her ear, "And I hate you until the sun—" he leaned back, looking into her eyes. "And back," Draco smirked.
"AHHHH!" Ginny yelled in frustration. With one last glance at Malfoy, she turned around and stomped her way to the castle.
"It's a pity, really," Draco said to himself, dropping his mask. "That I don't hate you at all."