You know perfectly well that I am not, and have no intention of becoming, JK Rowling. Sorry, but that's just how things are.
Apologies for this if there are any mistakes - I wrote it in about 15 minutes and it's not been beta-ed. Oh, and sorry about the one naughty word at the end.
Ramifications
Draco Malfoy had been raised to conquer, to terrify, and to besegue. To take what he wanted with very little consideration of the consequences. It had been like this for the large majority if his life - and his first kiss was nothing if not an example of this. Well... nearly.
Being outside the Great Hall during Christmas dinner was different, to say the least. For a start, there was not a soul about. Even after hours, there were more people wandering the corridors. Now... now there was just nobody. Everyone was at the Christmas Day Feast.
Except a small Gryffindor girl, with flowing scarlet hair and an argry blush.
"Malfoy," she said loudly, looking up sharply from her position under a window when she heard his footsteps echoing down the passage. "What're you doing out here during the Feast?" she asked. She sounded self-assured and bold, like a Prefect telling off a second year. Malfoy sound it difficult to find an obvious weakness.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," he glanced at her freckles, "Weasley."
One of her eyebrows cocked up. "Remember me then? I'm the one your dad gave a possessed book to."
Draco swallowed heavily. How'd she done that? Completely disarmed him with one sentense.
"How about I don't ask why you're out here, and you do likewise," he covered, a little less skillfully than he would've liked.
She eyed him briefly. "Agreed. Now get out of my corridor - Christmas is hard enough work without Malfoys roaming around."
He baulked. "Who, exactly, are you to be telling me where I can and cannot roam? I've got as much right to be here as you have."
She shrugged. "Suit yourself."
She was a lot older than her years. He liked that, but was damned if she was ever going to know it. Then he spied it, dangly entincingly a foot to Ginny Weasley's left. Briskly, he strode over, placed his hands of her shoulders and shifted her a foot to his right.
"What the--!"
But before she could finish, Draco did what he was raised to do, and took exactly what he wanted, without asking for it. He kissed her.
Pulling away a few seconds later, he stepped back cleanly, nodding upwards. "Mistltoe."
Weasley stood stock still, her expression unreadable. Then she nodded slowly. "Do you always do that? Just take what you want? Not worrying about what'll happen?"
He nodded evenly. "Yes. Usually."
She nodded calmly in return. "I see. Well, maybe you should start."
And before he knew what was happening, Ginny pulled back her fist, drove it forward, and slammed it with bone-crushing force into the side of his face. He stumbled back several paces, stumbling to the ground, yelling. Spots were blooming argrily in front of his eyes.
She stood over him. "No-one ever hears that I hit you, and no-one ever hears that Draco Malfoy kissed a Gryffindor Weasley a year younger than him. Agreed?"
Dimly, Draco nodded, massaging his aching jaw. "Bloody hell, Weasley."
"Serves you right, you arrogant excuse for a human being. Get the fucking hell out of my sight."