Imagine a bad case of bad pronunciation and you get the story. Actually, I was wondering if I could put this under Humour. I wrote this when I had a severe lameness attack.
Steps to Stabs
"Don't act like you know me, Weasley. You're too dumb to know the steps to my heart." Draco Malfoy left Ginny Weasley standing alone in the quiet corridor. Silence was broken, and something within snapped apart as well.
Ginny Weasley was a good little girl. She took criticisms positively. She did her homework---she watched Draco Malfoy whenever she had the chance to. She tried her utmost to get beneath that icy façade. "Forget it, Weasley. Didn't you hear me loud and clear the other time? Are you deaf? I repeat, you'll never know the number of steps to my heart." Draco Malfoy drawled with a smirk. "That is, if you have one, darling." Somehow, Ginny Weasley thought Pansy Parkinson would look less revolting without a mouth.
"Well, darling, I guess I do know the number of stabs to your heart." Ginny Weasley smiled as she impersonated Pansy Parkinson's tone of speech. Perhaps Draco likes it this way. "Six." She pulled her knife slowly out of Draco Malfoy's body for the sixth time.
Yes, Ginny Weasley was a little hard of hearing.