Draco Malfoy was not having a good day. Saint Potter and his minions were giving him hell and Crabbe and Goyle had tutoring. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and walked down the near empty hall. He scowled at a group of Hufflepuffs and glared at the red haired Gryffindor he caught staring. She didn't flinch but continued to watch him as he marched off, head slightly to one side. Had he been in a better mood he would have admired her gall and maybe returned it with an invitation to his room.
He forgot about her as soon as he was past and almost missed the sound of running feet behind him. He turned around and was tackled by a lithe 5'5", 100lb Gryffindor Prefect.
"Weasley! What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed.
Ginny looked down at him. Her long muscular legs pinned his arms to his side where she straddled him. Her arms were folded against his chest and Malfoy was momentarily struck dumb by the sight of her black bra strap. Weasley? Wearing black? That lifted his dour mood slightly.
"This." she answered in response to his previous question. Then she kissed him. It was a long lingering kiss. The kind that encompassed the whole mouth and then some. It was the kind that made you realize how beautiful and sexy the girl straddling you was. And Ginny was. She was the sexiest and most beautiful girl in the school. Her silky red hair and full form were the kind any full blooded student her age or higher longed to get his hands on.
Ginny broke away with a grin and darted off, leaving Draco lying on the floor with a silly grin on his face.
Nothing could bring him down today.
(A/N: Short I know. but what do you think? should I quit while I'm ahead or keep going? I can probably scrape up a sequel if you want me to.)