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[ashotofgin]

Ginny had been seventeen for days. Part of her had been hoping that something significant would happen. A bolt from the blue would come and strike her now that she as of age. That she would have awoken on Thursday morning and somehow felt different, that would she would have known exactly why. Instead that day had come and gone and the only thing

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[of_badfaith]

He was walking past the playground when she rolled through the dirt just a few feet away. She landed, a grin on her face and twigs in her hair, and he slowed to a stop, his face expressionless save for an arch of his brow.

"I'm quite certain those are for the children," he said, and perhaps there was a bit less of that usual sneer in his voice he saved for all interactions with Weasleys, but there was a very good chance she wouldn't notice.

In his hands, he carried a small sack of freshly baked cookies, from the bakery. They were one of Luna's favorites, though he would insist he'd picked that particular variety by simple coincidence alone.

[ashotofgin]

Ginny was well aware of the fact that they were meant for children. But knowing that they were and caring were entirely different things. Her smile got a bit brighter in reaction to the irritation that Malfoy was expressing. She couldn't help it. There was something fun about ticking him off.

Getting to her feet, she shrugged. "I know," she said with the exact tone of voice that indicated that she frankly couldn't give a damn. "Oh lovely, did you bring me a treat? You shouldn't have."

[of_badfaith]

"Oh yes, I've been wandering the island, searching for you," he drawled, "All damn day, and yet, here you are, on a Muggle swingset. I should have guessed."

Narrowing his eyes, he said, "You have a rather large beetle in your hair." He knew, however, that she wouldn't be the type to have a flailing, shrieking meltdown over a little bug.

[ashotofgin]

"But you didn't. Pity." Her tone of voice said exactly how much of a pity she thought it was which was to say none at all. He could drawl at her all he liked, it wasn't going to make her back down an inch.

Reaching up to her hair, she frowned for a brief moment before pulling the beetle in question out of her hair. Looking at it in her hand she opened her mouth to thank him before remembering that this was Malfoy. Instead she dropped the bug onto the ground. "Ah yes, so that's where I put it."

[of_badfaith]

"A bit desperate for companionship these days?" he asked, and he had so many biting quips about the financial situation of her family. Perhaps the bug was a bit of accessorizing to go along with those awful, moth-bitten sweaters their mother was so fond of, for example. But for some reason, he held his tongue.

Possible because he didn't have two bloody knuts to rub together, of his own, and hadn't for quite some time. It was a fact you learned to live with, on the island. They were all poor as church mice.