“Hey, are you listening to me at all?” snapped Ginny. 

 “Obviously, I am not. What’s going on between you and Malfoy?” said Ron, looking behind her shoulder, horrified. “Arse Face’s staring at you all evening!”

“Hmm, it’s probably because of my incredible beauty. Or my drinking buddy, some poor things say he’s a hottie.“ added his sister, with a sadistic grin.

"HA, fucking ha. Ginny,” spluttered Ron. “I want you to tell me right now – promise me – you won’t, you wouldn’t… not with Malfoy!”

Ginny took a sip of her firewhiskey and shrugged. “Merlin, fine! I promise, there’s nothing between me and Draco, okay? Happy?”

Ron smiled brightly. “Dear sister, you brought magic back into my life. For a second… wait, did you just say D r a c o???”

She should have been firm. She should have told him to go. It was a bad idea, him being here in her room. What if Lily had a nightmare and came looking for Mummy? What if Harry did hear them? Or worse, what if Ron did? But she was tired, dammit. She was tired of her own family acting like she was the villain. As if she’d broken poor Harry's heart -- which she bloody well hadn’t, thank you very much. Never mind her own heart, which had been ignored in the process. And with Draco... Merlin help her, but he made her feel that spark she'd been missing -- only it wasn't a spark at all. It was an inferno burning hot. She might go down in flames with it, but selfishly, she didn't c a r e. [x]