"Draco, Draco... quite the catch you've got there," Blaise spoke to Draco quietly, across the lake from Ginny, who was tossing twigs into the water, where she transfigured them into fish for the giant squid.
"But such a pain in the arse."
"I heard that!" Ginny called to them, throwing her last twig/fish and walking over to meet them.
"Personally, I think you'd be a perfect match for our prince here-" Blaise grinned, poking Draco in the arm.
"Oh yes - the prince and the pauper. Perfect." Draco smirked, turning from them to head toward the castle.
"What the hell does that mean?" Ginny caught up to him, irritatedly, grabbing his wrist.
"What do you think, Weasley?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh - burned," she deadpanned, sarcastically, "Keep in mind I can always go Parkison on you and start with 'Draco-kins,'" she sneered, "Or would you prefer 'Drakey-Poo'?" She fluttered her eyelashes for a brief moment before snorting.
"Please; if anything, that would embarrass you more than me." Draco barked out a harsh laugh, speeding up his pace to the castle.
"And there goes Draco Malfoy - the Amazing Bouncing Ferret." She called in his wake, peevishly.
"Shut up, Weasel."
"Good afternoon to you, too, Malfoy."
"So much for the pleasantries," Blaise sighed.
"No worries, Blaise, we're just going back to normal," Ginny turned back, smiling, even though her eyes contained the slightest hint of hesitant regret. "I'll keep hanging out with the Dream Team, and Draco will stay the playboy Slytherin git - aka ferret boy, aka the Slytherin sex god - whatever he wants." She turned back to the castle, "Bye, Blaise."
"So... you will keep calling me Blaise? I knew you liked me," he smirked.
"No such luck, Zabini," she called over her shoulder.
A/N: Well, there you go. A bit of a cliffhanger, eh? No worries, some loverly Draco/Ginny conflict and more witty banter in the next section. Thank MalfoyJonasCullen1122 for the update - and the fact that these sections are so wonderfully short. =D
