8; 3:11 p.m.
"Have you ever said a word to anyone about us?" Ginny asks Draco urgently.
"No," he sneers. "Why would I? You are a Weasley, you know, doll."
"And you're a Malfoy," she snaps, "but I wouldn't be ashamed."
"Yeah, right," Draco replies, rolling his eyes. "Like I haven't heard that one before. Do you take me for some kind of fool?"
"No," Ginny responds softly, hurt. "But-"
"But nothing," Draco interrupts savagely. "Are you telling me that you could walk to up Potter, right now, and tell him that we've been shagging?"
"Yes," Ginny insists. "Yes, I am."
"Then prove it," Draco smirks. "He's right over there." And Ginny looks behind Draco, and there he is, talking in a corner to Luna. Ginny forces herself to walk over.
"Hi," Harry says pleasantly to her. "What's up?" And Ginny wants to tell him, but –
"Nothing," she smiles sheepishly, embarrassed. "Just…wanted to say 'hi', that's all. We never get to talk much anymore."
"No, we don't," Harry agrees, puzzled. "Well…'bye, Ginny."
"'Bye," Ginny replies, and slinks back to Draco.
"Well?" Draco asks. "Did you tell him?"
"No," Ginny admits.
"Why not?" he questions.
"Because you're a Malfoy," Ginny responds firmly. "And I hate you."
"I hate you, too," Draco returns. "More than anything."
He is only half-lying.