I know it's been a while since I wrote for DG, so here's a little something I rattled off while waiting for my washing to finish. Enjoy!

The Harpy, the Wasp, and the Eye-Pot

Music pumped in her ears, blending with the quickening drum of her heart and the steady pounding of her feet. One step after the other, faster and faster. She grinned and did a little spin, tossing her head from side to side as she started singing along to the chorus of 'Smooth Sailing', if rather out of tune. She'd really have to thank Hermione for getting her that Muggle eye-pot thingy for her birthday, or whatever it was called. So much easier to carry while running than lugging a radio that played the Wizarding Wireless around, and she had taken quite a fancy to Muggle music. Well, some of it, anyway.

Something tapped her on the shoulder. Ginny's heart tried to leap into her throat and she jumped a foot into the air, tugging off her headphones as she did so and giving a startled glance to her left. A handsome blond stared back at her—looking very out of place in his charcoal-grey suit—with one eyebrow raised and a faint smile lurking at his mouth. Instantly, her alarm turned to irritation.

"Sod off, Malfoy!" she said by way of greeting, raising her nose in the air and reaching to put her headphones back on.

"Now, that's not nice," Draco responded, keeping up with her pace with ridiculous ease. Damn those long legs of his.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said with forced sweetness. "Sod off please, Malfoy."

With that, she stuck her headphones back in and raised the volume to a deafening level so she couldn't hear his retort. It was truly a delight to watch the way his mouth moved and not have to listen to that annoying, drawling voice of his. Git was like a wasp that just kept buzzing and buzzing and never went away. Until she crushed him with her shoe, of course. Or drowned him in insect-killing chemicals. It was a shame the wizarding population refused to subscribe to her belief that Draco Malfoy should be relabelled under the category of 'pest'; no one seemed to understand she would be doing the world a favour if she murdered him.

Draco's mouth pulled into a frown and he tugged off her headphones with one casual swipe. "I'd appreciate it if you actually listened to me when I talk to you, Ginevra."

"And I'd appreciate it if a house fell from the sky right now and crushed you into a pancake a lá Wicked Witch of the East, but unfortunately we don't always get what we want, so I'm afraid you're just going to have to deal with me ignoring you." She forced a bright smile and then turned her face the other way, her expression automatically falling into a scowl. "Git."

Draco gave a mock sigh. "So cruel." A beat." So uncouth." He slowed to a halt and smoothed the stray strands of blond away from his eyes. "But enough pleasantries. You know why I'm here, Ginevra. I think you'd agree it's about time we have that talk you've been avoiding."

"No," she said, stopping in her tracks and spinning around to poke him in the chest. "The only reason you're here is because you're a creepy-arsed stalker who doesn't understand that sod off means sod the hell off and stop following me!"

"Well, maybe if you stopped having security remove me from the building every time I try to see you at your office, I wouldn't have to—"

"You wouldn't have to what?" she demanded, getting all up in his space and planting her hands on her hips. "Stalk me to my house and find me when I go jogging like some desperate creep?"

Draco laughed softly. "Don't flatter yourself, Ginevra." He took in her attire with critical eyes, letting his gaze travel from her face to her shoes and then back again. "Red-faced gingers wearing baggy exercise shorts and what I can only presume is a stained relic left from one of your victims really aren't my thing."

Her cheeks flushed an even deeper red, which had nothing to do with the jogging and everything to do with her irritation for the blond in front of her. "Victims?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he corrected amiably. "I meant boyfriends. It's just you have that flesh-eating harpy thing going on so well that the former seems to fit better."

She balled her hands into fists and her breasts rose and fell in one quick motion. "Give me one reason, Malfoy," she gritted out between clenched teeth. "One reason."

"Yes, darling, I'm sure you'd love to behead me and see my entrails decorated over London, but as you said, we don't always get what we want." He met her eyes squarely, all trace of amusement gone. "Now are you going to let me speak so we can both get on our way, or do I have to continue this tedious game of cat and mouse with you?"

Ginny shifted on her feet, thrown off her stride. Then she scowled mulishly and folded her arms under her breasts. "Fine, but only because you did help Luna get that research job she was wanting in Transylvania. Though how she became friends with an arrogant, chauvinistic prat like you, I will never know."

"Probably the same way she became friends with a Boggart of a woman like you," he said dryly. "She just loves us for our gooey centres."

Ginny couldn't help the way her lips twitched, but her scowl was back a second later. "Alright, Malfoy. Let me have it. What do you want from me that is so important you've taken to interrupting my morning run? And don't you dare pull any tricks, or else this time it won't be security I'll be calling; it'll be the Aurors."

"I'm wounded, Ginevra. Do you really distrust me that much?"

"Yes," she said bluntly.

Draco shrugged, not in the least put out. "Fair enough. Then I'll just have to prove my sincerity to you as we spend more time together, and I do hope you'll be cooperative. You see, Ginevra, it has been brought to my attention that my career in politics is currently at a standstill because I don't have the support from, shall we say, less prejudiced people."

"Get to the point, Malfoy," she snapped, tapping her foot.

"I propose an alliance. I'll give you the funding you need, and you give me your unequivocal support in the upcoming elections."

She gave a derisive snort. "That's why you've been stalking me all these weeks?"

He didn't even blink. "Yes."

Ginny unfolded her arms. "Sod off, Malfoy."

With that, she brought out her wand and Disapparated with a loud crack. It was only after she had got out of the shower and went to put her running clothes in the wash that she realised her eye-pot thingy was missing. And where it was now likely to be found.

"Damn that sneaky git," she muttered.

It was just like him to steal something from her to ensure she had no choice but to speak to him again. Well, he would get his second meeting, and she would make sure he regretted it as well. After all, there was only one way to deal with pests, even of the human kind. Ginny would make a Malfoy pancake of him yet.

The song mentioned is 'Smooth Sailing' by Queens of the Stone Age, which I just happened to be listening to while writing this. Much as I'd love to say I'm going to expand on this one-shot, it probably isn't going to happen anytime soon, if at all. That said, I have not given up on my unfinished DG projects, so keep an eye out. You never know, I just might surprise you with an update. ^_~