A/N: The prompt is two words. Whoops.

Prompt #6: 7/14/17

421 words, according to Grammarly.

Ginny had been studiously ignoring Draco Malfoy for the past two days - dodging him in the hallways, entering and exiting the Great Hall right behind the Golden Trio (she had to admit, that was slightly pathetic,) and generally being extremely skittish in the corridors.

"What's wrong with you, Gin?" Ron looked at her, concerned. Ginny felt a rush of gratitude towards her older brother, who was only trying to help, but she shook her head.

"Nothing much, really." Hermione still looked skeptical, but Ron let it go.

Ginny took a risky visit to the library to complete her potions homework that afternoon with Luna.

"Ginny," Luna had said as they sat down at their customary table, "Be careful about Wrackspurts right about now." She gazed at her friend with unusual clarity in her large, dreamy eyes. "They like to prey on troubled people."

"I will, Luna." She pulled out a roll of parchment, a book, and quill, and began spreading out her supplies in front of her. As she plunged her hand into her bag for a bottle of ink, she felt a sharp spike of pain through her pinky finger.

"Bloody hell -" she cursed, quickly withdrawing her hand and glaring at the small bead of blood welling from the cut. Luna glanced over.

"Paper cut?" Ginny nodded, hissing as she inserted the offending finger into her mouth. Grabbing a tissue to wipe off her finger, she returned to her work, sticking out her cut finger as she wrote with the quill.

"Trying to imitate the elite, Weasley?" Draco Malfoy stepped out from behind a bookshelf, smirking in his own infuriating way. Ginny jumped, accidentally splattering her half-written essay with ink.

"Malfoy!" she spat, hastily throwing down her quill (spilling more ink in the process) and standing up, nearly knocking over her chair. Malfoy leaned casually against the bookshelf.

"Yes. I'm amazed that your limited brain capacity managed to recognize me at last." Ginny let out a snarl, thrusting her belongings back into her bag.

"I am not having this conversation with you right now, Malfoy," she snapped, swinging the bag over her shoulder and pulling Luna up beside her. "C'mon, Luna. We're leaving." She stormed out of the library, Madam Pince's angry threats following her to the door. Luna, who had paused at the edge of the table, turned to the blond Slytherin.

"Don't worry, Draco," she said amicably. "She'll come around." And with a wink, she exited the library after Ginny.