Chapter 3: When the Cat's Away…

As soon as he was gone, the youngest Slytherin prefect – Darius Berrow – went to sit on the table next to the chavette. "Oi, Westin, pass a couple fags, will you?" He nudged her with a foot, and the girl smirked, fishing the cigarettes out from her back pocket and standing to place one in the older boy's mouth. Ginny glanced away: she was fairly sure that those rumors Malfoy had been suggesting were about to gain some momentum, with the blatantly suggestive moves the Westin girl was pulling.

Following his first exhale, Berrow called casually, "Malfoy, you mind if we switch?"

The blonde, who'd taken his own toll from the chavette's stores, as passed to him by Berrow, waved a hand dismissively as he lit his own cigarette.

Pansy was having none of it. "If Darius is switching, so am I," she demanded, "I want to work with Niles." Her tone held just a hint of flirtation as she shot eyes at the other rowdy boy, who seemed eager to accept the trade.

Malfoy scowled, but relented. "Fine, do whatever you want. You owe me," he grumbled around the lit cigarette as he stood and put his wand away.

Parkinson smirked wickedly and grabbed Hanley's hand, dragging him into the supply closet for what Ginny was fairly sure was not a detention assignment. Ginny had to scoff, quietly.

"Jealous, Weasley?" Malfoy was keeping back a couple feet, leaning against the table across from her, but made a point to blow smoke into Ginny's face with a smirk.

Ginny was looking up now, unable to feign interest in her nails any longer. "I'm not exactly eager to snog a cow like Parkinson," the redhead retorted, letting out only a slight huff of a cough, but enough that Malfoy's smirk widened at her discomfort.

When she refused to elaborate, Malfoy went in for another barb. "I bet your cunt is like some attic crawlspace: tight, but so dusty that no one even wants to get near there."

He must've thought he was so clever, the way he was smirking so casually. "I don't understand your fascination with my genitals, Malfoy." Ginny went for blunt, meeting his grey eyes with a challenging look in her chocolate ones. "Besides which, you're contradicting yourself. You were the one who assumed MacDougal was interested in me; now you're claiming people are avoiding my vagina like the plague."

Malfoy seemed a bit off balance by Ginny's straightforward tone of discussion, a barely veiled attack on her part.

"What, uncomfortable discussing genitalia?" Her words were dipped in venomous sarcasm, "You were the one who brought it up. Oh-" she made a pointed glance to his crotch, "-unless you can't." She paused, and looked him in the eyes with a challenge. "Bring it up, I mean." As though she needed to make it any clearer.

He was reddening slightly, obviously offended by her targeting of his masculinity, but refused to give in. "Careful, Weasley, your penis envy is showing," he murmured. His knuckles were whitening where they clutched the edge of the table behind him, his anger simmering just under the surface. But before she could retaliate, he was looming over her, one hand on her table and the other on the one behind her, the hand nearest her holding the cigarette close enough to make Ginny wary. "As fun as this has been, you have work to do." He pulled away. "Get up, Weaslette," he commanded, back in prefect mode and happy to take advantage of the power that position gave him.

Ginny rolled her eyes, but stood, embodying all the pride and pomp of a girl a good foot taller than her. Unfortunately, she was only 160cm (5'3"), so she didn't make quite the same impression. Still, she'd been known to intimidate.

It wasn't about to work on Malfoy, however. The boy was like an abominable snowman to Ginny; towering over her at 190cm (6'3"), all pale skin and platinum hair-

"You know, if someone just flashed a light on you every once in a while, I'm pretty sure you could guide in boats and brooms alike." Her internal review board now was sending an inspector to screen her insults; they just weren't up to muster. But Malfoy seemed as though he couldn't give a shit, which was almost a relief, as it gave her some more time to come up with something better. She really just wanted to rip him to pieces with her wit, but it was still tied up processing the rest of the material from her life.


A/N: Kind of an odd point to stop, but as you can tell these chapters aren't exactly chapters. Once I have a better idea of where I'm going I'll probably combine them into more continuous chunks instead of snippets. Again: please, if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them! Just plug it in to that review box down there! Or, if you don't want to be seen reviewing an M-rated story (cowards :P) PM me! ^^