10; 8:22 p.m.
And if you were to ever ask her, Ginny would tell you that she loathes him. She would tell you that he hates her, and her family, and her brothers, and absolutely everything that they stand for, and so she hates him back. And that's just what she tells Ron and Harry and Hermione if they ever get suspicious – "Why are you even asking? Malfoy's a fucking git; we know that."
She used to know that. She isn't so sure if she does anymore.
It's almost sickeningly hilarious that Draco and Tom are (were?) so alike. Almost terrible; almost disturbing; almost comforting, though, in a way that she can't seem to understand. History has a dreadful habit of repeating itself, she knows, and maybe that will continue, and maybe it won't. All she's really sure of is that, for now, everything's fine.
So she thinks.
