Words - 710
Rating - PG13
Warnings - None
Prompt - "I don't share, Weasley."
#16 – HE'S AN ONLY CHILD, WHAT'S HER EXCUSE?
"I don't share, Weasley," Draco said, glaring at the girl across from him. He took a deep breath, trying – and mostly failing – for patience. "I never have. I never will. And more importantly, I was here first."
Ginny, who had looked unsurprised through the first part of this statement, gaped at the blatant lie tacked on to the end of it. "You liar!" She snapped, "I was here first! I got it first and it's mine! You know what, fine! I don't even know why I offered. I won't share it with you; I was feeling generous, but fine!"
Draco's eyes narrowed. "You, a Weasley, actually dare to suggest that you can be generous to a Malfoy? We have more than you will ever need or could even think to want!"
"Ah, that may very well be, Mr. Rich Boy, but you do not happen to have this," Ginny said, gesturing to the item that sat in a place of stalemate between them. "And that is why I will be the one to take it tonight! I, who have earned the right to have this all to myself even though I was willing to share!"
"No you weren't!" Draco replied, voice just this side of a yell. "You only say things like that to look like a goody-goody Gryffindor! You know you want it all to yourself just as much as I do!"
"Oh yeah?" Ginny said, shoving her head closer to Draco's. "Well, maybe I do! So what?"
Draco leaned in too, furiously. "It means that you have no right to act superior, you selfish little bint, because –"
"Um. Guys?" The arguing couple both yanked their heads to the side to glare at the person currently interrupting their argument.
"What?"
Neville flinched, but manfully kept his feet on the ground. "Um. What exactly are you arguing over?"
"What are we arguing over?" Ginny scoffed. "Why – " She paused.
Draco, looking equally scornful at first, turned and blinked at her. For a few moments they just stared at each other. Then, in unison, they slowly looked down at the item sitting on the table between them.
"Well… that." Draco said slowly. Neville also blinked down at it for a few moments.
"That?"
"Yes, that, Longbottom, now do you really serve any purpose here? Get out!" Draco had no patience when it came to Neville. Ginny sighed fondly as her friend rushed away.
For a short time, there was silence.
"You know," Ginny said slowly, "It really is sort of silly to argue over who gets that. I mean, it's just a little tart."
Draco looked down between them. "Really? Then you won't mind if I finish it all off myself."
"NO!" Ginny shouted, and reached for the succulent treat reflexively. "Don't you dare!"
Draco's hand shot out to meet hers, and any semblance of peace was torn away as the two grappled briefly with each-other, fingers clenching in tight on a delightfully flaky crust, until eventually the treat was ripped in two, each coming away with more or less half. They each devoured their part swiftly and primitively, like ancient hunters hunched warily over a kill; eyeing their enemy with great mistrust, all dignity forgotten in favor of flavor.
Several minutes later, Ginny paused licking her fingers and mused aloud, "You know, I'm not entirely sure mum's tarts are good for us… This whole argument is getting rather regular, and that can't be healthy. Maybe we shouldn't ask for any more…"
Draco glared at her, running his own finger along the edge of the plate to pick up any last crumbs. "Don't even consider it, Weasley. I want you to write for more tonight, got it?"
Ginny sighed. "Sometimes I think you only date me so you can eat mum's food. Am I on to something there?"
Draco smirked and stood, after double-checking to make sure he had not missed anything. "I wouldn't test that theory if I were you." When Ginny frowned and made to say something, he widened his eyes innocently. "Why, look at the time! I'm due back at the dorms. Night, love, don't forget to write your mum!"
He was gone from the room before Ginny could even finish shouting his name.