Ginny didn't like Draco very much. She really didn't. They fucked, sure, but it was angry sex. She'd had better.
There was Michael Corner, her first sweet fumbling lover. Of course back then she never called her boys that out loud; they were always her innocent never-past-handholding boyfriends whenever she spoke of them. She remembered the lonely insanity of her first year, her swift spiral into the arms of evil. She also remembered the ostracism that followed and the desire to have someone, anyone be her friend. She remembered the Yule Ball with Neville. How awkward he had been! How innocent she had pretended to be! How she had wanted more but didn't try to get it. With Michael it was different. She was sweet, she was pleasant, the ideal girlfriend really, but she had him for only one reason really; all she wanted was to eat him alive. He was a teenage boy; seduction was simple, but even then that was not enough. She had wanted to reduce him into nothing, until only his desire for her remained like a beautiful stone she could gaze at.
Then there was Dean. He was really something special. They screwed too, but it had been so much more than just sex. It had been, something like love. Ginny didn't feel that she could really ever feel love for anyone, Tom had taken her emotional Weasley soul and destroyed it, flattened it and her. Some days it was hard to feel at all. She wasn't afraid of destroying Dean, she knew he was too strong for that, but she didn't want him to know her. She didn't want to see the look on his face. She didn't want to be flattened again. In retrospect, Dean was much like any other boy, he had just wanted her more than the others.
Somewhere later in the past was Seamus; he was fun. Great in the sack, but it wasn't meant to be, too bad. Ginny had her fun but Seamus had quickly bored her in all matters beyond his simple desire.
Certainly not least was Blaise, her first secret fuckbuddy. Blaise really knew what he was doing. She had been rather fond of him because he was like her; they compared scars. She was friends with Blaise now. They didn't have sex anymore; they just sat and talked about everything. He understood; he was a saccharine Tom. There were more boys, but they were nothing special, nobodies. She had only desired them for the sake of their desire.
Ginny was fucking Draco now, but she didn't like him. She knew that he didn't like her either. It didn't matter. It rather pleased her that he knew and she knew what the other was for. They fucked, that's all. When that was over, they'd continue on the way the always had, with fundamentally indifferent animosity. When the time came, Ginny rather wished that Ron would be the one to kill the ferret-face. Ron hated him most, that's all.
Ginny just didn't like Draco very much.
fin.
Don't know what brought that on. XD Sudden fit of insanity (or enlightment) I suppose. I think I like bad!Ginny.