A/N: Eh. This one was okay, I guess.

Prompt #20: 7/28/17

545 words, according to Google docs.

Ginny tossed her scarlet hair over her shoulder as she took a running leap into a snow drift.

"Draco!" she called, her voice slightly muffled by the snow. "Stop being such a grinch and come over here!"

"A grinch? What's that?" The older Slytherin was seated delicately on the steps, lifting his nose disdainfully at the white powder. Ginny's red head popped out of the pile.

"It's a muggle thing," she said dismissively, shaking snow from her face. "Now come here, you conceited prat!" Draco feigned a wounded pout.

"Still not above throwing childish insults at me, Weasley?"

"No, Malfoy." She grinned, a glint of something that Draco didn't quite like appearing in her eyes. "And I'm not above throwing other things at you, either."

Before she'd finished the sentence, her arm swung out from behind her and she let fly a snowball - there's a reason she's the best chaser in Gryffindor, Draco thought idly - and it hit his aristocratic nose with a wet thump.

"ARGHH!" He jumped up as if a fire had been lit beneath his pants, furiously wiping snow off his face and dusting it off his robes. His slate-grey eyes met Ginny's, anger sparking in their icy depths - of course, Ginny was unfazed. She winked cheekily, waving him off with a slight waggle of her fingers.

"Come here and get me!" Too enraged to mind the snow coating his soaking robes, he complied quickly, leaping off the steps and striding towards the giggling redhead.

"You'll regret the day you were born, Weasley," he hissed menacingly. Then he blinked. Where had she gone? She was just standing in front of him a moment ag-

"Timber!" he heard somewhere above his head before his hearing was rudely interrupted by an avalanche of falling snow.

When he had cleared most of the snow from his now-ruined hair, he looked wildly around, ready to pin that annoying redheaded weasel to a tree and - do what? Snog her?

"This is not happening," he moaned, clutching at his dripping hair and sinking to the ground. "Why me, of all people?" He heard a muffled thump in front of him, and, deducing that it was Ginny, stubbornly refused to lift his head.

"Draco," she said cajolingly, stepping closer.

Must not think about Weasley must not think about Weasley must not think about Weasley.

"Draco?" Was that concern in her voice?

She's your best friend, mate, a voice piped up helpfully in his head.

"I know that already, you idiot!"

You can't snog your best friend, can you?

"I know I can't!"

"Um, Draco?" He felt a warm palm on his forehead and instantly reacted, snapping his head back and glaring at Ginny.

"What?" he growled.

"Are you okay?"

"No."

Don't tell her that, you twit, the voice in his head advised him.

"Stop telling me what to do!" He finally blew up, jumping to his feet and causing Ginny to hastily back up several paces.

"Me?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly.

"No," he snapped again, clutching at his head and shaking it angrily.

Kiss her, stupid.

"No!"

You know you want to…

"NO!"

You won't regret it…

A pause.

"Oh, bloody Merlin's balls." He straightened, buried his fingers in the girl's vibrant red locks, and kissed her.