A/N: Meh. Don't like it much.
Prompt #12: 7/20/17
333 words, according to Google docs.
Ginny frowned, annoyed. The library was packed to the brim that afternoon - seventh-year students were furiously studying for NEWTS and fifth years of the OWLS. So when she noticed that the only empty seat was next to Draco Malfoy, she hissed in irritation. She desperately needed to go over star patterns for astronomy, and the book she wanted couldn't be taken out of the library.
"So," she said, thinking aloud, "I guess it's Malfoy, now." Several students next to her gave her strange looks, but she ignored them - opting instead to head over to the empty seat.
As she sat down with slight apprehension, the tall blond beside her looked up from his homework, a sneer marring his flawless face.
"This seat's taken, Weasel," he spat, placing his quill down and glaring at the offending red-head. Ginny shrugged.
"Too bad," she quipped, taking out a scroll of parchment and her own quill. His scowl deepened.
"Weasley - if you can't understand simple English, I suppose I'll have to break it down for you." His tone lowered angrily. "This - seat - is - taken. That means someone else is supposed to sit here."
"Me?" Ginny widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Why, thank you! Just what I needed to study." Malfoy growled.
"Not funny, Weasley." She smiled back.
"Not supposed to be, Malfoy." Turning her back on him, she began fishing through her bag for an ink pot. There was a pregnant pause.
"Get lost, Weasel."
Suddenly finding herself trapped against the bookshelf behind her seat, Ginny awkwardly angled her head to see the irate Slytherin better. He was pinning her to the shelf, brows creased in anger. She tilted her chin up to look him square in the eyes.
"I'm not leaving until your imaginary friend comes back, Malfoy. I hope you know that." Her eyes widened as Malfoy leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.
"Two can play that game, Weasel." As she shivered at his ominous words, he released her and stalked out of the library.