4; 12:38 p.m.
Ginny watches that idiot Malfoy boy walk (saunter, more likely) to the Slytherin table for lunch and rolls her eyes. He's so self-assured that she wants him to fail, just once, so she knows that he's mortal. Sometimes, she wonders if he knows, himself. But she supposes that arrogance is preferable to self-loathing, or self-destructiveness, or anything else of the sort.
Malfoy, she supposes, is preferable to many of the boys in the school, let alone in Gryffindor. Malfoy, she supposes, is quite interesting, to tell you the truth. Malfoy, she supposes, is rather lovely, if you go for that sort of thing. And she does.
Well, she thinks so, at least. You can never really be sure.