Contempt
"Oh, it's you again," Ginny murmured, smiling up at him through half-lidded eyes as she removed her hands from the piano.
There was nothing welcoming about the smile, and he paused, suddenly uncertain. There was a nasty glint in her eyes that he didn't like ā it made him feel uncomfortable, and Draco Malfoy was not supposed to feel uncomfortable. He should be the one in control of every situation, but, for some inexplicable reason, he always found himself feeling at a loss when around her.
"Look, darling," she said coolly, standing up and drawing on her gloves. "I realise you're used to women falling at your feet and all, but I'm really not interested."
Draco blinked. "Excuse me?"
She laughed, a low, rich laugh. "Oh, come on, do you take me for a fool? Why else would you come and listen to me play every night?"
"Well, Iā"
"Save it for someone who cares, Malfoy." She tapped him lightly on the cheek, an amused smile curling her lips. "Don't look so stunned. I'm sure there are plenty of other women here who will happily soothe your bruised ego."
Draco watched her walk away, noting the way her hips swung tauntingly with each step. He couldn't believe it. A Weasley had just treated him with contempt. A Weasley.
A dark scowl suddenly marred his face. He'd show that brazen little minx not to make a fool of him. He was not someone to be easily dismissed ā especially by piano playing blood-traitors like herself.
But it was going to be very difficult to win her over when she was barely sparing two words for him.
"Damn her," he growled, slamming his drink down on the table.
Prompt 29: Contempt
Words: 285
A/N: If you haven't guessed already, this one follows on from the 'New' drabble.
