I'm alive! I also wrote this during my lunch break, so I'm not really sure where I was going with it. I just wanted to write something before I went crazy from creative outlet withdrawals, lol. Hope you enjoy!

Cupcake

He was detestable. He was also smirking in that arrogant little way of his—all glinting grey eyes and a wicked curve to his lips, so pointed it was like a dagger to her pride. Horrible, smarmy, pointy-faced git! How she loathed him. Draco's smile widened, as if he knew exactly how much he was aggravating her. On his finger, he twirled a very ugly pair of cotton knickers round and round, just high enough that she would have to jump if she wanted to grab the embarrassing unmentionables.

She didn't know what was more humiliating: the fact that Draco Malfoy was currently holding her knickers hostage, or the fact that said knickers just happened to be the horrible granny ones that her mum had bought her, which had pink cupcakes printed all over them. No sexy lace for Miss Ginny Weasley. Nope, it had to be faded cotton and cupcakes.

Ginny clenched her hands into fists, chest heaving as she glared at the blond. "This isn't funny, Malfoy!"

His eyes sparked with malicious humour. "Really? Cause Crabbe and Goyle seem to find it hilarious."

As if on cue, the two blockheads he called friends made some odd grunting noises, which she guessed must be their version of laughter. Personally, she thought they just sounded like trolls choking on their own stupidity.

"Ha ha ha," she responded sarcastically, then threw her bag at Crabbe's head.

"Ow!" he moaned, rubbing the side of his face. His dull brown eyes widened in surprise, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened. Then, to her astonishment, he turned to Draco and tugged on the blond's robe like some little toddler demanding attention. "She hit me!" he accused, pointing a finger at Ginny.

Goyle sniggered. Draco just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Malfoy, she hit me!" Crabbe repeated, giving another tug.

"Yes, I know," Draco drawled. "We all saw her chuck the bag at your head—and stop bloody pawing me," he snapped. "I'm not a bell rope."

Crabbe's cheeks flushed with pink and he released the other boy's robe. "Sorry. I just—it's just you said I wasn't allowed to hit girls, even if they hit me first."

"How nice," Ginny observed, glancing at Draco. "You're teaching the troll manners. Can he do tricks as well?"

Goyle sniggered again. Crabbe just went purple in the face—whether from anger or embarrassment, she wasn't sure. It was a bit alarming. He looked like he might explode any second. Ginny decided to ignore him and focus her attention back on the blond, who was observing her with quite a different gleam in his eyes. She shifted uncomfortably as he scanned her from head to toe.

"Well, well," he said calmly, "for Gryffindor's golden girl, you've got quite the waspish tongue." He paused, smirking in that infuriating way of his. "And here I was thinking you were just an insipid mouse."

Her eyes flashed. "I'm no mouse!"

"Clearly," he agreed, his smile widening. "Though your juvenile taste in underwear would suggest otherwise. Cupcakes? What are you, ten?"

Now it was Ginny's turn to blush. She made another grab for her knickers, but he just held them out of reach again, making her attack look more like an undignified scramble. Stupid, tall Malfoy with his stupid long legs and arms.

"Uh-uh," he tutted in a low voice that quivered with laughter. "Not so fast. Didn't I promise to give Hogwarts a new flag? I think the cupcakes will go well in the courtyard, don't you?"

"You are such a jerk," she growled, stepping closer so that her breasts just grazed his chest. It was all rather intimate, but the red mist hazing her mind didn't allow her to consider the potential awkwardness of their situation. Not that it stopped her from noticing that he smelt amazing (so cool yet inviting, as if the essence of expensive, hot bastard had been bottled in cologne). She was half-tempted to lean forward and take a deep sniff. But that would be weird. And now he was staring at her funny.

Oh, Merlin. Had it been that obvious she was metaphorically salivating? His cocky smirk was surfacing, so perhaps it was true. Perhaps she didn't even need the spot of drool on her chin to damn her for being another victim to Draco Malfoy's stupid charms. Not that it mattered. He was still a git. A pointy-faced, gorgeously shaped git with striking grey eyes and—

"Gah!" Ginny exclaimed. "That's it! I've had enough!"

Suddenly, she threw herself at him in a lunge-like tackle. Draco made an "oomph" sound as his back hit the floor. In two seconds, she was straddling his hips and making a desperate attack to get her knickers, clawing at his closed fist to release her prize. If only she hadn't had her wand confiscated earlier for getting into that fight with Millicent Bullstrode (really, hexing the girl to look like a blubbery octopus hadn't been that terrible. Professor Snape had just overreacted). Operation: Rescue the Cupcake Knickers would have been so much easier.

A soft rumbling from underneath her made her pause. She could feel the sound vibrating all through her body, and she glared at the blond who was now laughing as if her tackling him was the funniest thing he had seen all day. What a weirdo.

"What's so funny?" she snapped, pausing in her struggle to glare at him. It didn't occur to her to move from his lap.

Crabbe and Goyle made a motion to rescue him from her assault, but he just waved his hand at them to stand down. They really were like trained minions.

Draco propped himself up on his elbows, smirking at her lazily. "I'm shocked, Weasley. Has it really been so long since a boy last touched you that you have to resort to indecently assaulting innocent bystanders just to get some action? " He sighed in mock dismay. "Then again, you do wear cupcake knickers, and you're a Weasley. I suppose it isn't that surprising."

Blood rushed to her cheek. "W-what? I was not trying to touch you in that—you just can't—I—" She swallowed back the angry flow of words and narrowed her eyes. "Shut up! You know I wasn't doing anything like that. Now give me—" she tried to prise his fingers open "—my knickers back!"

He laughed and—mercifully—released the knickers. "Fine, take them. It's not like I really care. You were the idiot who left them in the changing rooms for Milly to find anyway."

She snatched them back off him and got gracelessly to her feet. Draco, she noticed, stood up as if he was floating back to his feet, all fluid and cat-like. The git. He didn't even seem to be fazed that his fun had been ruined. She just didn't understand, and not understanding made her grumpier.

"If you didn't care, then why make all this fuss?" she demanded, snatching her bag off the floor and glowering at him.

He shrugged. "Because it was funny."

"Funny?"

"You get angry so easily," he explained, almost apologetically. "It's amusing to rile you up."

Crabbe and Goyle grunted their agreement. She gave them both a look of disgust, then turned back to face Draco.

"Well, you're just lucky I don't have my wand with me, otherwise you wouldn't have found it so funny!"

"I'm terrified," he said dryly.

Ginny folded her arms under her breasts. Merlin, she hated him.

He laughed again and flicked her chin carelessly with his finger. "See you around, Cupcake. Don't go losing those knickers of yours again."

She blushed and spluttered something incoherent in response, but he just kept on walking, his minions following behind like the dutiful trolls they were. Merlin, he was detestable. Detestable and gorgeous, and she wished her heart would stop beating so wildly. She wished she could forget that damnable smirk that made her stomach feel all fluttery, because it was just pathetic. One did not like the boy who held one's knickers hostage.

Sadly, Ginny thought she just might.