Draco scowled. "Fool, no. Arrogant as hell at times, YES. Not all of us are as urbane and all-knowing as YOU seem to be, Ginevra," he snapped. "As strange as it might sound, I thought--and the impression he'd always given--was that he was above such 'base things' as sex. Imagine my surprise when I read all about him and Lupin."
Now HE was irriated, and her jesting seemed even more condesending. "Of course, as soon as you stop being so fucking smug and 'look at me, how smart am I for knowing everything there is to know in the world'. Oh, and completely trying to shove the fact that the person I considered a mentor at one time was the one to inform me on the eve of my release that the person I care about threw herself at him and intimdated that perhaps 'doing it for the greater good' wasn't exactly the reason why under the rug." His tone was not light or jesting in the least. It was the one of the things the usually set them both to bickering.
Well...this was going well, he thought as he looked up at the ceiling and started counting to ten, before he really lost his head and started calling her 'Ginny'. "How about you stop 'pooh-poohing' me and we have an actual conversation about this, hmm? You wouldn't leave me for him, but does that mean you actually care, or that I was just the "bad boy' you could get, as opposed to the one you couldn't. Explain to me why he brings this up NOW...when he has access to something that admits how I feel about you?"