She's much more likely to try a Bat Bogey Hex on him and see if it's just as delightful as it used to be. Better that than to bruise her hand on his face. Maybe another time.
Her answering smile is about as innocent as his and she cocks her head to the side a moment, amused in spite of herself.
"You have hidden depths, Malfoy," she decides, and then without consulting any kind of time-telling device whatsoever, in fact her eyes never leaving his, "Would you look at the time, I reckon I should find my children after all. Be seeing you, Professor." And with barely a wink she turns in a swish and sashays away with purpose anew.
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It's a couple of uneventful weeks later, and Ginny's Flying Practice classes with the first years are going about as well as expected. Which is to say, hilariously, if not well at all. This particular class seems much more keen on beating each other with the brooms than actually mounting them, and she's feeling less and less guilty about letting them. It's entertaining if not particularly helpful, and she's just managed to call them back to order by promising them a demonstration, when as luck would have it, an even better idea comes striding by in a hurry.
"Professor Malfoy," she calls out, just barely able to hold back the smirk that threatens to curve her lips into more than her perfected, professional smile. "A moment of your time?" she turns back to her class, conspiratorially, and just loud enough she knows he can hear her, "Professor Malfoy played Seeker for Slytherin house, back in the day," she tells them all with a wink, and though they might be ickle firsties, they all turn nearly as one to gaze upon him with new eyes. Wicked, demanding eyes, a couple gasps, and Ginny's grin is nothing but innocent joy, and not entirely a lie.
"Think you can help me show them how it's done? This lot seems to need another take on it."
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Her answering smile is about as innocent as his and she cocks her head to the side a moment, amused in spite of herself.
"You have hidden depths, Malfoy," she decides, and then without consulting any kind of time-telling device whatsoever, in fact her eyes never leaving his, "Would you look at the time, I reckon I should find my children after all. Be seeing you, Professor." And with barely a wink she turns in a swish and sashays away with purpose anew.
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It's a couple of uneventful weeks later, and Ginny's Flying Practice classes with the first years are going about as well as expected. Which is to say, hilariously, if not well at all. This particular class seems much more keen on beating each other with the brooms than actually mounting them, and she's feeling less and less guilty about letting them. It's entertaining if not particularly helpful, and she's just managed to call them back to order by promising them a demonstration, when as luck would have it, an even better idea comes striding by in a hurry.
"Professor Malfoy," she calls out, just barely able to hold back the smirk that threatens to curve her lips into more than her perfected, professional smile. "A moment of your time?" she turns back to her class, conspiratorially, and just loud enough she knows he can hear her, "Professor Malfoy played Seeker for Slytherin house, back in the day," she tells them all with a wink, and though they might be ickle firsties, they all turn nearly as one to gaze upon him with new eyes. Wicked, demanding eyes, a couple gasps, and Ginny's grin is nothing but innocent joy, and not entirely a lie.
"Think you can help me show them how it's done? This lot seems to need another take on it."