Nothing belongs to me.
LXIII: Giving
Dean didn't like the look Malfoy was giving his girlfriend.
This wasn't the first time he'd caught the Slytherin gawking at Ginny. His Ginny.
Every meal, everyday he'd see him, two tables away – Malfoy, just ogling at her, staring at his girlfriend like a hungry dingo would a koala, or whatever dingoes ate…
No, Dean didn't like it one bit.
"He's doing it again." he muttered, stabbing moodily at his potatoes.
"Well, maybe," said Ginny, pulling a gravy boat toward her, "maybe he's looking at Harry." Who happened to be sitting on Ginny's left.
Dean decided not to mention the dingo thing.