A/N: These two sections were both short, so I decided I may as well type them up at the same time. So, here you go!
"Thank you for finally coming to your senses, Gin," Hermione smiled at her as Ginny sat next to them at supper.
"I hope you figured it out. It would never work, anyway. He's too much of a self-absorbed bastard to care about anyone but himself." She raised her voice, making sure he heard.
"You too, Red," he called.
"Ouch. That stings," She touched her chest with a mock look of hurt that quickly turned to anger, "I think I'll go run to my daddy, like you do every other day," her eyes hardened.
"Shut up, blood traitor."
"Gladly, scum bag."
"Um... am I missing something here?" Harry asked, looking between the two, unsure.
"Just the chauvinistic patriarchal values of society triumphing in the prat of the century," Ginny smiled, happily.
"...Oh."
"Goodnight, I'm not hungry," she smiled pleasantly, leaving and heading out of the hall.
"That was... interesting?" Ron commented, dumbstruck.
"My, my, Draco, you just keep going back for more," Blaise teased his red-faced friend.
"She's a bitch," he growled, stabbing his ham mercilessly.
"It's already dead, Draco, you needn't torture its remains," Blaise mused, cracking a smile.
Draco grunted.
"I wholeheartedly agree," Blaise ignored any purpose behind the grunt, piling some more meat onto his own plate.
"Will you ever just shut up, Zabini?"
"Temper, temper, Draco - you're starting to sound like our Miss Weasley." Blaise's eyes glinted, mischievously.
"I'm going back to the common room."
"Ooh, naughty dreams tonight, eh?" Blaise sent him an over exaggerated wink as Draco stood to leave.
"Will you ever shut UP ZABINI?"
"No. Probably not."
Draco sighed in exasperation. "Good. Night." He turned to leave, heading for the large doors.
"Oh, Draco," Blaise called, his tone casual. Draco turned back, angrily. "Your father left you a note in the common room."
His father...
