c o n f u n d u s
{ sow some lonesome corners
so many flowers bloom}

Despite being aware of how thick-headed Potter could be, it surprised Draco that the boy had not realized one of his potential keepers had been confunded.

So he shoved her.

Ginny turned around, eyes narrowed in her typical, one wrong move and you're dead manner. "Malfoy." She could make his surname sound like an insect's.

"Weasley." He could make hers sound like an insult.

She let the bag that had fallen on the floor [thank you indecent, shoving Malfoy] stay there. "Do you, or do you not, value that pretty face of yours?" She asked, in a tone that suggested she had just let him know that the sun looked gorgeous, today.

"Doesn't take much to make you admit it's pretty," Draco smirked, amused. "Don't fawn over me, sweetheart, I don't indulge blood-traitors."

"You sound so immature, Malfoy, you'd embarrass a two year old."

He crossed his arms. "Do you know your darling brother only made the team because his girlfriend confunded his strongest opponent?"

"Did I ever tell you that you sound so immature, it stuns me?"

That stung. Bloody heck, that stung a lot more than her previous comment.


Song credit: Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra. <3