VIII. Can't get enough
"Be careful what you wish for, Weasley. You might not like what you find," Draco drawled.
"I'll be the judge of that," Ginny retorted.
She continued her march through the dark corridor, her wand raised in anticipation. Draco sighed. This woman was so stubborn.
"Well I suppose I have no other choice but to come with you," he concluded.
"You don't have to. I'll be just fine on my own," Ginny maintained.
"I can't let you get killed. The boss would not like that, would he? Potter always finds some way to blame me for whatever goes wrong at the Auror department."
"Well you did screw his girlfriend," Ginny stated.
"Last time I checked you were broken up for years. And if I recall correctly, you were the one making a pass at me," Draco reminded her.
"It was a stupid mistake," she responded, casting a glance in his direction.
"I can accept that for the first time. But what about the following ten times?" Draco teased.
"Did you really count how many times we had sex, Malfoy?"
"Stop deflecting and answer my question, Ginevra."
"You are insanely hot, Malfoy, and I was in need of a good shag. Satisfied?" she asked, her cheeks turning red.
"Very."
"Great. Now shut up and let's try not to get killed."