Because I Can

Madam Puddifoot's was a sort of hell dimension with frills, Draco was sure of that. It was two weeks from Christmas, and the little coffee shop looked like St. Nick had vomited all over it. It was so full of holiday cheer that Draco felt the urge to vomit a bit himself.

But he was stuck there. With a date. Which would have been more enjoyable, except…

"Oh, Drakey-poo! Don't you looooove this place? I just loooove this place! It's so cute! Don't you think it's adorable?!"

Draco rolled his eyes discreetly at the bottle blonde in front of him. She's a Slytherin, she's not a Mudblood, and she has nice tits, he reminded himself.You can survive twenty more minutes…

"Drakey, look!" The girl giggled shrilly, pointing towards the ceiling, lips already puckered.

Mistletoe.

Oh damn.

"I've got to go to the loo," Draco lied quickly, leaving the table before his date had time to protest. It wasn't that he didn't want to kiss his date.

Well, yes, there was that. But the real reason was that mistletoe, in his opinion, was not a tradition to be participated in. He would kiss a girl when he bloody well felt like it, not when a poisonous plant was encouraging it…

Draco slowly maneuvered his way through the shop, dodging endless tables of cheerful patrons and snogging couples and even more mistletoe.

"Well, well, fancy seeing you here, Malfoy," a voice commented from behind him, just as he was about to enter the bathroom.

Draco whipped around with a start, only to come face to face with a girl. A girl with orange hair, big brown eyes, and an equally large mouth…

"What do you want, Weasley?" Draco sneered.

"Oh, nothing much," Ginny replied flippantly, "just a chance to mock you. This place is a bit different from your usual digs, eh?" She smirked.

The girl was far too snarky. Draco missed the times when she would quiver in her mary janes with fear while in his presence. Unfortunately, seeing her worst enemy sprouting snot bats from his nostrils in his fifth year had taken all that fear away, and now she lived to taunt him at opportune moments such as this.

"For your information, Weasel, I'm here with someone," he responded.

Ginny scanned the room, quickly spotting Draco's date. The Slytherin girl was currently preening herself in front of a little compact. She reapplied lip gloss for the fourth time and puckered up for the mirror, all the while giggling incessantly.

"She looks smart," Ginny deadpanned.

Draco glared. "Shut up, Weasel. At least she's not a Mudblood-lover."

Ginny blinked. "Your creativity is overwhelming, Malfoy."

"What?"

"Mudblood-lover. Catchy, but it lost its touch a while ago. Well, unless you're Ron, but he always was one to get angry over the sort of truth that he wasn't willing to admit yet," Ginny explained matter-of-factly, "Come on, Malfoy, I know you can do better than that! Whatever happened to 'Potter's whore'? Now that there was one of your better ones…"

It was Draco's turn to blink.

"Are you on drugs?" Draco asked in confusion.

"Not at the moment, no," Ginny replied.

"Are you stalking me, then?" he persisted. He had a point. She had been lurking a little lately.

"What, a girl isn't allowed to go to the loo anymore?" she said innocently.

Draco grunted in annoyance. Weasley was so irritating…

Ginny laughed. "You're too easy, Malfoy." She patted his arm.

The Slytherin glanced at his arm with disgust.

"Oh, then I suppose you'll be really disgusted by this…" Ginny said. She pressed her lips to his sweetly.

Draco stilled with shock.

Then Ginny was walking away, careful to put a bit of an extra sway in her hips. She tossed a look over her shoulder with a devious smirk.

"Merry Christmas, Malfoy."

Draco shot ocular daggers at her.

The girl Weasel was so irritating.

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