It was her time for her chestnut hues to dramatically travel in a circle. They were in an empty corridor at Hogwarts. She had every bloody right to stand right there as he did. Ginny did not take order lightly.
”I’ll pass,” the witch stated rather clearly as her fingers danced around her wand. Apparently, if his mood changes then he would hurt her. [ As if. ] What drove her to send a bat-bogey hex at his head for the second time in her Hogwarts career? No one bashed her family in front of her, and the word, mudblood, kind of pisses her off.
[ Oh that was it ;
wands out was how this was going to go?
He could play this bloody game. ]
Draco pulled his own wand out, he managed to keep his screech from leaving his throat as bats flew from his nose; the blasted Weaselette had gotten much better with dueling it seemed.
No matter, however.
Draco aimed his own wand at her torso, a stinging hex should leave quite nice scorch marks all over that area. Boys wouldn't want her for days.
