Words - 198
Rating - PG13
Warnings - None
#2 – ONE WORD, MANY MEANINGS
It was passion, but not of the type that you would connect that word with. The word had sexual connotations, that was all, and not at all what she'd meant when she'd said it.
She had meant passionate anger; hatred; disgust; ferocious passion that was out for the kill, nothing else. That was what she had meant, and she'd thought it was clear when she said it. But apparently not, because everyone was staring at her in shock, mouths gaping wide.
She tried to explain, in quick, stuttering words, but it broke the spell and then they were all talking over each other at her, and Ginny started to blush and that was it.
The Malfoy in question left the Great Hall, and Ginny raced after him, shouting for him to wait.
"What would you say, if I asked you why we fought all the time? One word." He opened his mouth, sneering, and she repeated, "One word!"
Draco paused, thoughtful, and shrugged. After a long, long moment, he smirked. "Passion."
Later, at night in bed, awake long after everyone else had gone to sleep, Ginny chewed on her lip, and wondered which way he'd meant the word.