And now he was channeling Moody.

Regardless, she had blasted freckles.

He hated freckles. It seemed someone had lined up all of the Weasley brats and dusted them with the mingering things.

He saw them more prominent when she went out in the sun and smiled widely at the Luna-Loony person (who the bloody hell was choosing these perfects?). She never smiled at him, of course -he would've retaliated with a comment on her shabby robes. In the battlefield that was the compromising position of having nothing to say, if she did indeed say something to him, he was obviously not prepared. So he took out a bit of parchment and began to write down all the insults he would say.

He carried the bit of parchment with him wherever he went.

The thing was, aside from a general genetic glance she spared him once in a while, she didn't use up not one moment of her time on him. He saw this as the first attack, a blatant attack if you asked him. He admitted later on that he was grouchy for that entire week.

Carefully and maliciously he planned a come-back. He was going to place that Weasley brat in her place. It was obvious to anyone in his position that she was insulting him as much as if she opened her pretty pink lips and started a row.

(insert carefully planned insult regarding rosy pink lips: "you have stupid lips" - good one!)

His decision, he thought best was to ignore her. That would teach her! He would deprive her of his constant vigilance. Not that he held any but he was sure she thought that he thought about her thoughts all of the time.

So it was settled.

But the red head, seeing his strike gave one of her own.

He saw her (and she made no move to be discreet) hugging Potter after the sod fainted when his scar started to hurt. I swear the boy has run out of ways to get attention. His scar tingles from his hair falling on his face and the foundation for the Potter-temple begins.

Never mind Potter, the point is that he saw her openly giving the deformed one a smile and a hug. It was the most appalling thing he had ever seen. This definitely topped the 2-minute snog session Potter's sidekick had with the Mudblood the second day of classes (benefits of said Frechy: shutting Granger up for a whole hour. Best hour of his life.).

Getting back to Potter and Weasley (fawning all over him, none the less!) - she openly threw her attack and it was up to him to follow the rules of engagement.

But since all is fair in love - and war. Most importantly WAR because LOVE had nothing to do with anything. Nothing at all. The mere mention of the word love appalled him.

This was WAR. Which she started, may he point out, but he was going to end it. If she thought a hug was bad wait until she saw what he had under his sleeve.

He waited until everyone was in the middle of their dinner when he turned to the ever-devoted Pansy and snogged her right and proper. The whole place went in an uproar and by the time he let the red-faced-Pansy go he was too busy sneering at Gryffindor table to realize Ginny missed the entire show when she walked out with Granger.

Then he got a week's worth of detention.

"While I realize you were doing your best to sweep a lady off her feet, Mr. Malfoy, I will care to remind you that you are a Prefect and as a Prefect you are supposed to be a model of behavior to your house and other students- "

McGonagall said other things but he was stuck on the sweeping the lady off her feet portion that the woman had obviously gotten incorrectly. When he tried to correct said Professor he was given an additional 2 days.

Father was most displeased and prevented his Mother from sending any parcels or letters to him for a week.

After the period of starvation and excommunication he decided he had justly won the war placed by Ginny Weasley. It was honorable to cease fire and reap the fruit of his sweat.

The reaping began when his detention constituted helping Hagrid. The ogre.

His mouth opened to complain loudly when from out of the Brute's so-called-shelter walked out Weasley. Ginny Weasley that is. She was in Muggle clothes, her hair all done up and her legs dancing before his eyes as her dark-green skirt hit just above her knee.

He felt all the blood that his body had ever stored rush, in a typhoon to his groin.

Bloody Hell.

The shock ended when he saw Potter walk behind her, smile on his face as he looked at her fondly. His eyes narrowed as Potter reached out to take her hand in a sickeningly shy way.

Before they could look up he tried to dodge them and hide behind these ridiculously large pumpkin the Large Brute had by his shack.

It was all for naught for he was spotted.

"Malfoy?"

Blasted Potter, he wished the Dark Lord would make a frappe out of him.

"Harry, what are you talking about?"

Dear god, even her voice sounded sweet.

He pressed tightly against his growing erection, making him hiss in almost-pain.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?"

Please, someone kill him.

He was afraid to look up for he knew Potter had caught him with his hand firmly pressed on his groin as he made ridiculous hissing sounds.

"What the-" a squeal. Before he could take his hand away the merry laughter burst out from the famous rosy pink lips and Potter joined her in their mirth.

"What's wrong, Malfoy? Pansy not around to snog you?" Potter asked, evil smile on his face.

"Fuck you, Potter!"

"Obviously, Malfoy - it's the other way around," she said and that once more made them go into hysterics.

Yeah, laugh it up you goons.

He huffed, and puffed and stood up - intent on leaving the damn place as fast as his feet could carry him. He started running, tripped and fell.

Lifting his head he glared at nothing particularly when he felt a warm, soft, small hand coming around his upper arm.

It was Weasley.

"You know," she chuckled as she tried to help him up. "If you weren't busy being a git to everyone around you they wouldn't be jerks when it's you on the receiving end."

He shoved his arms from her and sat up, still intent on glaring.

But it was then that he noticed her eyes being an almost blinding blue color that made him gap like an idiot. The sun was setting right behind her head and it glowed around her like a halo.

She was stunning.

"Think about it, Draco."

Looking at him one more time she winked and let an amused Potter take her hand and they walked away together to the castle.

She had made it official.

Their war was fully blown out of proportion and was intent on getting bloodier.

It was then when he heard The Brute coming out of his shack intent on putting him to work on something completely inhuman and most certainly degradation.

And he was most certainly NOT going to think about it. Bright blue eyes be dammed.

THE END?
A/N: I might add more parts to this fiction as the "war" continues.