A/N: hey guys! Sorry for not updating for awhile. I hope you're not mad at me. Here's chapter 3, though it might be a little rusty as I haven't wrote for this fic in awhile.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except most of the plot. Everything HP related (characters, places, magical objects, etc) belong to J.K.R.

CHAPTER 3: Detention

Ginny leafed through the immense piles of yellowing parchment. She had been sitting there for almost three hours by herself thanks to Malfoy. Could I really be mad at him for giving me detention? Yes, yes I could. Could I stay mad at him for giving me it? No. I definitely could not. It was his job as a prefect, wasn't it? Besides, at least she got to see him before he ditched to go off with Pug-face Parkinson or whoever caught his fancy for tonight. He had said only three sentences to her: "Your detention consists of refiling these notes for Mr. Filch. They go in order by the date on top. I won't be here with you all night, but don't expect to get out whenever you feel like because you're stuck here until I come back." He then had left without looking at her and left her to her detention. Her boring, mindless detention that was making her vision blur and the words to blend together.

"Finished yet?" Malfoy asked as he came back in. Ginny jumped up from her seat, standing there like an idiot until she realized what he asked and nodded. "Good. At least you Weasels are good for something."

Ginny glared, "Oh yes, we are a family of so few talents compared to the Malfoys. Too bad I think you're only inherited talents are broken: that insult didn't even has thorns to prick me with, and your quidditch playing is so horrible it's no wonder you Slytherins lose all the time. Having money, unfortunately for you, does not count as a talent, as much as you wish it did."

"Are you looking for another detention, Weaslette? Sometimes I think you act like an idiot just to be able to spend time with me."

Her face flushed a vibrant pink, "Don't flatter yourself, ferret. The only thing interesting about you is...well, actually, nothing." Lies, lies, lies! His eyes are interesting! her mind screamed as she spoke. He seemed unbothered by her comments and rolled his eyes, "Weasley, we could stand here and argue all night, or I can be nice and dismiss you so we can go to bed."

"I'd prefer to argue." she crossed her arms, "Maybe if you tell me everything you hate about me now, you'll have less to say when I give less of a damn than I do now."

"Okay. You really want the whole list?" he sneered, stalking over to her, "Let's start with your appearance, then! You're far too pale, those damned freckles make you look like you have dragon pox, your hair is the ugliest shade of red I have ever laid eyes on, the brown of your eyes makes you look like an annoying little puppy, and your clothes look like you pulled them from a trash bin! Should I continue?"

"Please do!" Ginny huffed, stung by his words but hiding it well. "Share your wonderful opinion, King Ferret, so I may try to please you next time we run into one another!"

Malfoy continued angrily, "You are too hot tempered, your bloody stubborn personality makes everyone hate you. You voice sounds like a banshee and it makes everyone feel like their dying when they hear it. You have no idea how to be a proper young lady, which brings us to your manners being absolutely atrocious, your eating habits disgusting. Your so damnably stupid, and your grades show it! Oh, and -"

"You are such an arse, Malfoy." Ginny yelled.

"-to top it all off, despite every damned flaw in your very being I'm still bloody in love with you!"

A/N: Hehe, evil ending! *grins* Did you like the chapter? I wrote it spur of the moment after I started reading my stories to get reacquainted with them and I was on this story. I hope you enjoyed this little chapter, I'll try to make the following chapters longer. :) Review, please!

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~SlytherinLuver (aka Amanda)~