"Tell me about you and Potter."
"What is there to tell?"
"When did you fall in love with him?"
"The year before my first year. Your first year."
"Love at first sight?"
"Yeah, that scar really took my breath away."
"You're being sarcastic again."
"Sorry."
"Are you really?"
"No."
A chuckle.
"So what did you do when you realized you loved him?"
"I started a fan club."
"Ahh.. The joys of youth."
"Oh yeah, I sure do miss those days."
"When did Potter love you back?"
"Never."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Everyone thought you guys were the perfect Gryffindor couple."
"I thought so too."
"Seeing you two together made me sick."
"It would."
"Why do you suppose he went out with you?"
"I think it was a last ditch attempt to try and convince himself he was straight."
"That's pathetic."
"Yeah, that's me. Miss Pathetic."
"I meant him."
"I'm still pathetic."
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Feeling sorry for yourself."
"Hey, sometimes we bitches have to let go."
A silence.
"Potter didn't deserve you, Weasley."
"What?"
"I said Potter didn't deserve you."
"This is so weird."
"What?"
"You're trying to be nice and its kind of weird."
"Weasley…"
"And scary. Definitely scary. You should stop."
"Only if you stop feeling sorry for yourself."
"Deal."
"I forgot to ask…"
"What?"
"How did your brother like my Riddikulus curse?"
"You turned him into Snow White. Creative."
"Yeah, I was researching my family tree, apparently I'm descended from Snow White's stepmother."
"How?"
"First marriage. She killed her husband and gave the kid away."
"Figures."
"I thought it was interesting."
"Very, just not surprising."
"What?"
"Not surprising that you're descended from evil."
"Of course not, I'm a Malfoy."
"You're not defined by your name, you know."
"Sure you are. You're a Weasley, therefore you have garish red hair and a disgusting amount of freckles."
"You're such a close-minded bigot."
"Admit it, that's why you love me."
A sneer.
"Yes, Malfoy, that is why I'm deeply and madly in love with you, because you are a close-minded bigot who judges people by their names, the way they look, and their bloodlines instead of looking deeper into them."
A sigh.
"One day I'll cure you of all that sarcasm. It's unnatural coming out of the mouth of a Gryffindor and a Weasley, no less."
"You're an arse."
"Isn't that an established fact?"
"I like repeating it, it has a certain ring. Malfoy the Arse."
"Careful, Weasley, if people hear you talking like that, they won't think we're friends."
"We aren't."
"Not according to the gossips."
"I don't care about them."
"Sure you do. They get all the stories to Weasley and Potter, which pisses them off which makes you happy."
"Gee, Malfoy, you've got me all figured out."
"I do, don't I?"
"So the fact that I'm using you to make my brother and Potter pissed off doesn't bother you?"
"Why would it? I'm using you too."
"For what?"
"For this."
A kiss.
"You can get that anywhere."
"But no one else kisses like you, Weasley."
An eyebrow arches.
"And how do I kiss?"
"As if you'll never kiss anyone else again. As if you're just trying to jump inside me and hide from the rest of the world."
A stare.
"I do not."
"Sure you do."
"No."
"Care to test my theory?"
"Do it."
Another kiss.
"Just can't hold yourself back, can you, Weasley?"
"Just shut up."
"Face it, something inside you wants me. Needs me."
"Stuff your over inflated ego back up your arse, will you, Malfoy?"
"But its such a nice ego."
A laugh.
"Merlin, I wish I could hate you."
"Why?"
"It'd make things a hell of a lot easier."
Another kiss.
"Who likes things easy, anyway?"