A/N: This was tons of fun to write. And it was inspired by a very similar real life happening -- except that the guy wasn't so hot, and that I wasn't so crazy...well, maybe.

Oh, and it's approximately 750 words long, though has been known to mess up on that.

Toccata And A Feud

Ginny was plotting Molly Weasley's murder.

"Piano is essential for a young lady," Ginny imitated sulkily, shifting in the uncomfortable leather seat and glaring at the keys. "What does Hogwarts have to do with piano, anyway? It's not like I have to be some big stupid piano player by the time I start first year!"

Here she was, stuck in this stuffy place, with a big, imposing piano in front of her and a bunch of note sheets she could barely understand.

She glowered at the notes, beginning to play slowly, until she noticed that a certain note—D, she observed—had a strange sign atop it.

Where was her piano teacher, anyway? Wasn't he supposed to be explaining this stuff to her?

"I'm a beginner, for Merlin's sake!" she grumbled. "I have no idea what this is!"

She tried to play the note normally, but that sounded kind of wrong.

Now thoroughly irritated, Ginny swore loudly. "Merlin, I'm not some bloody Mozart!"

And in a fit of rage, young Ginny took the sheets, scowling, and thwacked them wildly on the piano for good measure—perhaps she meant to beat the incorrigible note into submission.

"Is there a problem?"

Ginny turned around to see a boy—who had white-blond hair, a pair of startling gray eyes, and an annoying little smirk—saunter towards her, hands shoved into his pockets. He didn't look more than a year older than her.

"Oh, I don't know!" said Ginny scathingly. "Does it look like I have a problem here, Smarty Pants?"

He strolled idly to her piano, leaning against it gracefully. "Yes, actually," he drawled. "You look like you have a very serious mental problem."

"I know who you are!" Ginny realized disgustedly. "You're that Malfoy brat! Dinko or Darko or whatever your name is..."

"It's Draco, you ignorant fool," he corrected haughtily, looking affronted.

"That's a pretty stupid name."

Draco shot her a disgusted look, and settled on sighing heavily. "I asked you if there was a problem with the piano lessons."

"Who are you to ask me stuff, anyway?" challenged Ginny. "You can't be much older than I am."

"I," said Draco smugly, "am a senior student. Mister Elfriede is out today, and he left me in charge."

Ginny simply gave a splendid snort.

"You know, you sound like an elephant blowing its nose," commented Draco conversationally, making Ginny cast him a look of purest loathing.

"Okay, you know what? I'll tell you what my problem is, and let's see if you can solve it!"

"Try me."

"It's this note," she said petulantly, pointing to the sheet of music. "I don't know how to play it."

Draco smirked smugly. He leant over her slowly, his longer fingers glancing off the keys, and slowly, dramatically, played the single note D.

He regarded her patronizingly. "That note over there," he explained condescendingly, "is called D. It comes right after C, right before E over here..."

"I know that, you IDIOT!"

"I'm sure you do," answered Draco sweetly. "So if that's all…"

"NO, you DINKO! I meant the stupid sign thingy on top of D!"

Draco glared, and pointed a finger at her threateningly. "Listen up, wench, my name is Draco. Draco. It's spelt D-R-A—"

"I don't care what your name is! Can you explain it to me, or not?"

Draco gave another long-suffering sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets, and glanced at the sheet. "It's called 'fermata', and it means that you have to pause, or rest, after the note is played." He looked at her wearily. "Has Mister Elfriede not taught you this?"

"No, you numbskull!"

"Pity." He grimaced delicately.

"How long do I have to pause?"

Draco raised his eyebrows politely. "Pardon?"

"PAUSE. How long?"

"It's unspecified," he replied pleasantly.

Somehow, she looked even more murderous.

"What's the time?" she snapped finally.

He raised an eyebrow. "The time?" He glanced at his watch. "It's 5 o' clock."

Triumphantly, she slammed down the sheet of music, standing up.

Draco frowned at her suspiciously. "Where're you going, then?"

"It's time for me to go. My class gets over at 5."

"All right," he said haughtily, straightening and crossing his arms across his chest, "I'll be sure to tell Mister Elfriede about your performance today."

"You do that," snapped Ginny, stomping away, "And I can tell him next week what an idiot Darko Malfoy is."

"Now that's ENOUGH!" he said furiously, flushing. "My name is DRACO Malfoy, how many times do I have to tell you—"

He trailed off lamely when he realized she'd left.

Muttering darkly, he sat down in her seat, scowling. In moments, however, he was smirking.

He'd put that girl through hell if she dared to come back next week—and something told him she would.

A/N: You know the drill: I beg you to review, you make the world a better place and listen to me, and we're all happy... :D

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~starlit skyes