"Hands where I can see them, Weasley."
Ginny swallowed and lifted her hands. Her wand lay a mere stone's throw away, but Malfoy had his pointed squarely at her neck, and there was no way she could physically dodge a curse at this range.
Keeping his wand carefully trained on her person, he stepped closer warily. "Hand over your wand," he ordered.
"If I had my wand, do you think I'd surrender so easily? You really are an arrogant bastard," she cried.
The response was an unwelcome smirk. "Accio wand," he said, holding her gaze as he unblinkingly summoned – and pocketed – her salvation. "I might be an arrogant bastard, but I seem to have captured a little Weasley, and that's going to make quite the impression on my father."
She glared. "Your father? I thought you Death Eaters fought for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Or are you just a daddy's boy pretending to be a big, evil Death Eater?" she said mockingly.
He was on her in an instant. He grabbed her chin and roughly jerked her chin upward, tipping her face up toward his. "I serve whomever I choose to serve, wench. My loyalty is to the House of Malfoy, and the Malfoys are loyal to the Dark Lord – a fact which ought to frighten you, given your predicament," he hissed malevolently.
She yanked her head away. "You're nothing but a stupid boy, playing games," she spat.
He made to grab her again, but this time she pushed back, barreling into his chest with all her might. The two tumbled over, Malfoy on his back, and Ginny landed on top of him as hard as she possibly could. With any luck, he'd get the wind knocked out of him in more ways than one.
She scrambled to pull his wand from his fingers before he could catch his breath, and she scrambled to stand up, aiming the thin stick of hawthorn at his nose as he began to sit up.
"Hands where I can see them, Malfoy.
A/N: So did she show him or WHAT? Wooo, girl power!
(I'm really far too tired to be doing these.)
