Prompt Thirty-Six: Obvious
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Sometimes Ginny wondered why other people couldn't see the hatred between her and Draco Malfoy. She had talked to Hermione once and she had been hell bent on thinking that they were in some magical romance and that they didn't really hate each other. No, of course they didn't! The hexing, the cursing, the punching, the snide comments-They all meant that they loved each other! It made perfect sense.
Ginny rolled her eyes. Yeah, right. They weren't in love. It was the opposite. They hated each other. Despised each other. And besides, Draco was with Pansy Parkinson and they seemed oh-so in love. Ginny felt an unwelcome jolt of resentment at the thought of Pansy Parkinson.
She sighed and buried further into the blankets on her bed. She frowned. She was jealous. Of what, she wasn't quite sure but she knew the feeling. She knew the tingling in her gut and she knew the itch in her hands as if she wanted to take action, win at something she wasn't quite sure she was competing for.
She raised her hands to her face and pressed her palms into her forehead. Her head was beginning to pound. She went through the list of things she could be jealous of Pansy for, resent her for-Her hair? No. It was too straight and greasy. Her clothes? Possibly. She had some beautiful robes. Her money? No. Ginny had made her own small fortune since she had graduated. Draco? Her mind automatically jumped to it before she had the chance to banish the possibility from her mind.
She grimaced. Definitely not. She hated Draco Malfoy... She sighed. Right?
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AN: Not my best, I don't think. I think I sort of strayed off of topic but I hated this prompt and didn't put too much effort into it. Still, I hope you enjoyed it! ^_^
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-Willful Destruction