"NO!" he shouted, flinging his wand down in anger, "Just stop!"

"You don't get it," He snarled, "and you never will…what do you think this is Gin?" he finished, drawing closer to her with exasperated anger in his steely eyes.

The only response Ginny formed was to slowly back away from her enraged paramour, not once being able to tear her eyes from his.

"Do you think I'm some wounded puppy? That this is some new-age fairy tale? Do you think you can just magically 'fix' me with a kiss?" He spat, seizing her pale shoulders in a fierce grip during his barrage of livid questions. "A kiss won't make it all better for me, babe. Hugging me won't make me into some fairy tale hero you can bring home to Mummy Weasley."

He released her shoulder with a forceful shove, turning away with a disgusted noise and stalking towards the door of the chamber, then suddenly turning back around to storm towards her once more, that enraged and tormented look still turning his cool grey eyes to fierce steel.

"This. Is. Not. A. Fairytale. A kiss won't turn me into a handsome prince, you're not some tragic princess, and there is no happy ending in sight for us! Why don't you understand that!" he shouted, advancing on her until her back was to the grimy, unwashed wall. "I'm profoundly and irreversibly fucked up, Gin. You can't change that."

For Ginny, that was enough.

"And maybe you're not as all-knowing as you think you are." She stated in a quietly fierce voice, never once breaking eye contact. Seeing how he faltered just a bit, she steamrolled on, pressing her advantage. "Maybe you're no prince, Draco, but you're sure as Hell not the big bad villain you think you are. And when have I ever tried to make you into someone else? When have I tried to change you? To fix you?" she vented angrily, shoving him in the chest until she was no longer trapped by his lean body.

The only thing Draco could do at the start of this sudden rebuttal was retreat at her shoves, despite that fact that she was half his size, weakened, and virtually unarmed.

"You're the one who doesn't get it." She hissed, fed up with his tormented bad boy act, "Maybe I want you that way you are. Maybe I want you to be profoundly and irreversibly fucked up." She continued, brown eyes going from angry to and emotion he couldn't identify right off, but sent him thinking that he was wrong about the fiery young woman in front of him.

"Malfoy!" A voice called from outside their chamber, suddenly cutting their exchange short. "Orders are to transport the prisoner to the Dark Lord's Fortress. What the Hell are you doing in there?"

"Bugger off and give me a minute!" Draco shouted to the anonymous Death Eater, buying them a few precious seconds.

"Well Draco, what are you going to do?" Ginny asked, looking up at him with deep brown eyes that made him ask questions. Dangerous questions.