Summary: 200-word Draco drabble.  Draco rants about Ginny.

Disclaimer:  I'm not J.K Rowling.  I swear on my grandmother's second cousin's barber's nephew's parrot's grave.

A/N:  This is a bit Buffy/Spike based, because Draco reminds me a bit of Spike.

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I have been having these...nightmares lately.

While some have fears of You-Know-You, Snape in a dress, or spiders (Ha! Weasley is such a pansy!), believe me; my nightmares contain horrors much more frightening than those fickle things.

I have terrible dreams of snogging Weasley.

No, not that Weasley.

The littlest one.  The Weaselette, as I like to call her.

I don't know why exactly I have these dreams.  Father would murder me for even thinking that her shoes look nice or something.

Not that she'd ever have nice shoes.  A Weasley never has anything nice.

Ha.

I'm feeling more content now.

Besides, she has...really stupid hair.  Yeah.

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One Month Later...

I sauntered over to her, trying to be suave.  Well, I don't need to try, it comes naturally to a Malfoy.

Pulling on one of her curls, I said, "Have I told you how much I love your hair?"

Weasley almost looked flattered.  Rather surprised looking, too. I paused, all of my common sense flooding back to me.

"Well, it's not bad, if you consider blinding, sickly orange to be pretty."

Ginny scoffed at me, her hands resting on her hips.

I think I could get used to this.