"Of all the things, a Weasley in a Quidditch Shop! You're looking so that if you ever come up with the galleons you can buy one, right?" a smirk took over his handsome face and Ginny wanted to slap herself. What a jerk!
"I have a job, Malfoy." She said coldly. "I am making my own money and spending it how I choose." Ginny turned toward the shelf she was next to and examined the rows of tiny glittering snitches, picking one up and smiling. It was a Starfly brand snitch, the actual ball was opal with silver wings, but magicked to be just as visible as the golden snitches, a wonderful practice snitch. She moved away from him quickly, but he followed.
"For your information, Little Weasel, I do have a job." Ginny looked at him questioningly.
"Right, the little rich kid found his life's ambition. So what is it? Are you going to work as an actor? I'm sure there's some part out there you would be perfect for." she threw his smirk back at him sharply. "Wanted, snotty rich bastard to play the part of snotty rich bastard. You'd be perfect!" she said with false happiness. He smirked and she felt her smile falter slightly.
"I am the new Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Still smirking, he added as an afterthought, "and Slytherin's Head of House." Ginny groaned and smashed her head against a nearby bookshelf.
"Shit!" She cursed. "What a jolly way to screw up my seventh year!" she stalked off the broom section. Malfoy stayed where he was, watching her examine the newest racing broom, a Black Diamond 1200 with yet another smirk upon his face.
"Like she could ever afford one." He muttered critically. But as he watched, she walked up to the desk and asked the clerk for his newest model. Draco watched as he brought out a Black Diamond 1200 and a Starfly, the latter was a top of the line racing broom that wasn't due to be sold until February next year. Draco was shocked that the shopkeeper even had one, not that she'd be able to buy it, obviously. He left the shop with a sharp sigh. He'd wanted that broom, and had pulled some strings, but the last person he had to convince was like a brick wall. Cursing, he left the shop and swept into Knockturn Alley, robe billowing majestically behind him.
Meanwhile, Ginny admired the smooth, polished black handle of the Starfly, running her fingers along it lovingly. The clerk had gone into the back room to get an old Firebolt box to disguise the newest racing broom. No one was allowed to know she had it until the first Quidditch match. She was totally absorbed in the dark ebony handle, the silver embedded in the wood sparkling in the dim light of the shop. The tail of the broom swooped slightly for better turns, and it's light silver color gave off a sparkling glow.
She was so absorbed in her revere that she didn't notice the shopkeeper, Mr. McConnely come back. She was extremely grateful that he was selling her the broom six months early. He was a wonderful friend of the family and had obtained permission to sell fourteen early, thirteen to England's Quidditch team, and one extra, which was now Ginny's. Flicking her curly red hair behind her shoulders, she paid the monstrous price, thanked him profusely, and walked out of Quality Quidditch Supplies softly humming to herself.
Draco had picked up some school supplies in Knockturn Alley, along with some not-so-school supplies. He had been cast out of his family after refusing to become a Death Eater in seventh year before Potter had defeated the Dark Lord. He was, for once in his life, grateful for something that The-Boy-Who-Lived had done for him, although he would rather die than admit it. Potter obviously had his slimy fingers around the spot for seeker for England's team, which left Draco with only Snape's retirement and Dumbledore's job offer, he had taken it grudgingly, although he did miss the school. Suddenly, a small auburn head swung around the corner. Draco groaned. Weasley.
When she exited the shop, she immediately saw a blonde head around the corner. Ginny walked by confidently, holding her Starfly Snitch in one hand and the long slender Firebolt case containing her Starfly racing broom in the other. She was intensely proud of her broom, not even Harry had his yet, and he played for England. She was going to be the first to fly on the new model, and she couldn't wait. Harry was concerned about losing his spot to Ginny when she graduated, she had gotten a ton better since her fourth year, rivaling even the great Harry Potter.
As absorbed in her thoughts as she was, she didn't notice Draco until she ran into his 6'1 frame. He cut a very intimidating frame, but Ginny had learned to ignore it, it was the eyes that got her, those deep silver eyes that showed no emotion unless you looked so deeply it felt like you would be trapped forever. His eyes, however, did nothing to improve his attitude, though, so Ginny scowled fiercely.
"Well, couldn't afford the Black Diamond, eh? He grinned evilly at her. "Pity the Firebolt is so out of date, but then again, your family never could afford anything good could they?" he sneered venomously, but was surprised to see 'the little Weasley kid' staring him down viciously. He was a little intimidated, which for Draco, is saying a lot.
"Malfoy, leave me alone! I don't need this shit right now!" he sighed dramatically.
"Well, extra night of homework then!" he chortled in a falsely cheery manner. "See you at school!" Ginny closed her eyed tightly and heard a pop as he apparated. She definitely didn't need to remember that now. She clutched the Starfly, her Starfly to her side and apparated home, wanting to fly away from everything on her most prized possession, life and soul, her broomstick.