"Malfoy!"
"What?"
"You scared me!"
"So?"
"Sneaky bastard."
"Heartless cunt."
"Stupid arse."
"Stop, Ginny, you're turning me on."
A laugh.
"You're pathetic."
"I'm only what you make me."
"So I have that much power over you?"
"Perhaps."
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
"I'm a Weasley."
"Are you?"
"Yes."
"Damn."
"I hate you."
"Yes, I know. You hate everyone."
"Do not."
"Name one person you don't hate."
"Luna Lovegood."
"Loony? Why her?"
"She pisses Hermione off."
"And that's a good reason?"
"Of course. It's extremely humorous to watch Hermione get frustrated with Luna because she can't convince her that she knows everything."
"Hmmm.."
"What?"
"Well, I piss Granger off."
"That doesn't count."
"Why not?"
"Because you fucked her."
"Jealous are we?"
"Hardly."
"I think your eyes are turning green."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Then, Malfoy, tell me what color my eyes were originally?"
A pause.
"Um, green?"
"Arse."
"Hey! That's not fair."
"Why not?"
"It's not as if I ever look at your eyes, anyway."
"Then what do you look at?"
"Have I ever mentioned that you have nice tits, Weasley?"
"I reiterate. Arse."
"Most girls are flattered when I saw that, you know."
"And most girls you talk to are ONLY tits and bouncy hair."
"Oh, Weasley, I respect your intelligence too."
"Of course you do."
A silence.
"Do you really hate me?"
"No, Malfoy, I do not."
"Why, haven't I been revolting enough?"
"Sure you have. The fact that you breathe is revolting."
"Then why don't you hate me?"
"Oddly enough, I think its because you're so revolting."
"You're weird, Weasley."
"At least I don't enjoy being spanked."
"You would if I spanked you."
"Then lucky me that you aren't going to ever get the opportunity to do so."
"You sure about that?"
"I'm sure."
A chuckle.
"I wouldn't be if I were you."
"What, Malfoy, you going to seduce me?"
"Are you seduceable."
"Depends."
"On what?"
"If I'm in the mood."
"Are you in the mood now?"
"No, but I won't mind if you snog me now."
"What? Now?"
"Haven't I been mean enough yet?"
"Sure but"
"C'mon, Malfoy, I'll even spank you."
"Are you serious?"
"Nope."
"Damn, Weasley, don't get my hopes up like that."
"Sorry, let me make it up to you."
"Wait, does this mean you think I'm a sex god now?"
"No."
"What?"
"In fact, I think you're a"
A kiss.
"Okay, let's snog."