Okay, starting a new story yes I am, yes I am. Just putting out an excerpt
for now, this is in no way the first chapter or prologue, just a taste of
what is to come. Tell me if you like it.
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"Bite your tongue Malfoy," Ginny threatened, looking down her nose at him, a feat which should have been impossible, since he was two inches taller.
"Or what?" He replied with an arched eyebrow and smirking at her in the most condescending, infuriating way.
"I'll bite it for you," she practically growled, narrowing her eyes. He laughed a little at that, and too late she realized her mistake. She managed to fight back a blush and continued to glare at him menacingly.
"Ooh, kinky Weasley, does your brother know you have fantasies about my tongue" Malfoy replied, still smirking.
In a voice like a cup of sweet, fruity wine liberally laced with poison she replied," The only fantasies I have about you include, the dungeon, chains and me inflicting pain on you."
"Sadism? No wonder you can't get a date," Malfoy shot back, his eyes filled with mocking false pity and concern.
"Yeah, sadism, that's my style, yeah, Malfoy that's why I go fishing for Slytherin nasties and hang out in the dungeons," she replied rolling her eyes and unconsciously putting one hand on her hip.
"And here I thought all this time you were stalking me," the mock concern replaced with a obviously feigned look of shock and hurt, if a look could be sarcastic, that was how she would describe the way he displayed emotions on his face.
"If you didn't catch it, that last thing was sarcasm . . .moron," was her reply, slow and enunciated, as if she was speaking to a child.
He dropped the act, his face was expressionless as he leaned down and stared her in the eye, shaking his head. "I'm the king of sarcasm, that was not sarcasm, that was a pitiful attempt at sarcasm . . .stalker."
All she could think to say was, "Git."
"Resorting to one-word comebacks are we, not in good form Weasley." He crossed his arms over his chest
"Oh I apologize, not. How about we stop the un-witty banter, in your case at least, and get to the dueling part." She removed her hand from her hip, and brandished her wand at him.
"Un-witty is not a word you cretin." There it was, that condescending smirk again.
"Oh, I'm so sorry . . .Hermione," she spit the name out as if it was something particularly disgusting, like lard.
Malfoy arched and eyebrow triumphantly, "You do realize that in saying that you've also insulted Granger, not that I mind, I'm actually rather pleased that you've unintentionally insult-"
"Oh like I give a fuck about Hermione. Malfoy, I never thought I'd ask this, but can we please start hexing each other now?" She knew she sounded whiny, but damn it, he was wasting her time.
"No."
Ginny threw her hands up in the air, "No, what do you mean no? I want to duel!"
"And that's exactly why I won't do it now." He looked particularly smug.
"Well you can't stop me from hexing you, you don't have to fight back."
"But if it's not a duel you'll be in detention, you don't want to ruin your perfect Weasley record do you, Weasellete? Besides, you Conscience won't let you."
"Maybe I do."
He sighed theatrically, "Please specify you mongrel, you're wasting my time, and you're too poor to buy any more."
"Like you can buy time . . . as I said, maybe I want to ruin my perfect record."
"And attacking a student, a prefect no less, is just the way to do it." He told her, leaning over to look her directly in the eyes, as if trying to convey exactly what he thought of her, and it wasn't nice. At that precise moment, Ron walked into the hall.
Well, that's it for now. Just so you know, Ginny has stopped speaking to everyone, the only person she speaks to is Malfoy, and that's to fight.
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"Bite your tongue Malfoy," Ginny threatened, looking down her nose at him, a feat which should have been impossible, since he was two inches taller.
"Or what?" He replied with an arched eyebrow and smirking at her in the most condescending, infuriating way.
"I'll bite it for you," she practically growled, narrowing her eyes. He laughed a little at that, and too late she realized her mistake. She managed to fight back a blush and continued to glare at him menacingly.
"Ooh, kinky Weasley, does your brother know you have fantasies about my tongue" Malfoy replied, still smirking.
In a voice like a cup of sweet, fruity wine liberally laced with poison she replied," The only fantasies I have about you include, the dungeon, chains and me inflicting pain on you."
"Sadism? No wonder you can't get a date," Malfoy shot back, his eyes filled with mocking false pity and concern.
"Yeah, sadism, that's my style, yeah, Malfoy that's why I go fishing for Slytherin nasties and hang out in the dungeons," she replied rolling her eyes and unconsciously putting one hand on her hip.
"And here I thought all this time you were stalking me," the mock concern replaced with a obviously feigned look of shock and hurt, if a look could be sarcastic, that was how she would describe the way he displayed emotions on his face.
"If you didn't catch it, that last thing was sarcasm . . .moron," was her reply, slow and enunciated, as if she was speaking to a child.
He dropped the act, his face was expressionless as he leaned down and stared her in the eye, shaking his head. "I'm the king of sarcasm, that was not sarcasm, that was a pitiful attempt at sarcasm . . .stalker."
All she could think to say was, "Git."
"Resorting to one-word comebacks are we, not in good form Weasley." He crossed his arms over his chest
"Oh I apologize, not. How about we stop the un-witty banter, in your case at least, and get to the dueling part." She removed her hand from her hip, and brandished her wand at him.
"Un-witty is not a word you cretin." There it was, that condescending smirk again.
"Oh, I'm so sorry . . .Hermione," she spit the name out as if it was something particularly disgusting, like lard.
Malfoy arched and eyebrow triumphantly, "You do realize that in saying that you've also insulted Granger, not that I mind, I'm actually rather pleased that you've unintentionally insult-"
"Oh like I give a fuck about Hermione. Malfoy, I never thought I'd ask this, but can we please start hexing each other now?" She knew she sounded whiny, but damn it, he was wasting her time.
"No."
Ginny threw her hands up in the air, "No, what do you mean no? I want to duel!"
"And that's exactly why I won't do it now." He looked particularly smug.
"Well you can't stop me from hexing you, you don't have to fight back."
"But if it's not a duel you'll be in detention, you don't want to ruin your perfect Weasley record do you, Weasellete? Besides, you Conscience won't let you."
"Maybe I do."
He sighed theatrically, "Please specify you mongrel, you're wasting my time, and you're too poor to buy any more."
"Like you can buy time . . . as I said, maybe I want to ruin my perfect record."
"And attacking a student, a prefect no less, is just the way to do it." He told her, leaning over to look her directly in the eyes, as if trying to convey exactly what he thought of her, and it wasn't nice. At that precise moment, Ron walked into the hall.
Well, that's it for now. Just so you know, Ginny has stopped speaking to everyone, the only person she speaks to is Malfoy, and that's to fight.