Nothing belongs to me.
LXIV: Competitor
Slowly the conference room emptied, until, at last, only two remained.
Ginny turned to face the man who, also, lingered behind.
He was still the same as he had been back at school.
She supposed that some things would never change. Winter would always come after fall, and Draco Malfoy would always be an arrogant bastard.
"Only one of us can win in the end." He smirked. "And obviously, it's going to be me," he drawled, waggling his unnaturally thin eyebrows.
Ginny wanted nothing more, at that moment, than to burn them off, along with the rest of his unbearably beautiful face.
There was no way he was going to get this promotion.
"We'll see about that." she responded, turning on her heel.
No way in hell.
She would make sure of it.