"Ginny, marry me."

"No, Draco."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Come on, marry me!"

"Damn it Draco, no!"

"Why not?"

"Because you only want to marry me so I'll bake you cookies everyday."

"They're good cookies!"

Ginny sighed, staring out over the lake and crossing her arms over her chest. "I'll tell you what. If you ask my brothers for permission to marry me, then I will."

Draco looked horrified. "Are you kidding? They'd bloody well kill me!"

"And?"

"And I think we should just stay friends."

"Right then." As they admired the view, a comfortable silence fell between the two… for a moment, at least.

"Ginny, make me some cookies."

"No, Draco."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Come on, make me some cookies!" Ginny let out a frustrated screech, and pushed Draco into the lake, turning on her heel and walking away.