Ginny flushed darkly. Arrogant as hell? What the fuck? What in all that she had said had been arrogant? "How the fuck... when did I... what the hell are you..."
There were levels to Ginny's anger, and when she reached the point that she couldn't form a coherent sentence she was seconds away from punching whomever she was talking to square in the nose. She took a deep breath and counted to ten; it didn't help.
"I NEVER said that I fucking new everything you arrogant prick. It's called fucking sarcasm. Look it up," she snapped. She pushed away from him, sliding out of the bed and began to pace. "I told you I thought he was fucking attractive, and I wasn't throwing myself at him for ANY greater good, though I sure as hell would have snogged him if it would have had any bleeding chance of getting me out of trouble for trying to steal Godric Gryffindor's bloody sword. Did you listen to a fucking word I said? He fucking HEXED me for doing it. Full fucking torture. If you think I'd even CONSIDER touching a fucking Death Eater who bloody well TORTURED me for doing it the first time, you are fucking crazy. Explain to YOU why HE brings this up now. ME?! Explain to YOU what that fucking maniac is thinking? How the HELL am I supposed to do that?"
She rounded on him. "And if you think I'm going to throw myself at YOU and declare my undying love for you when YOU are bloody well trying to make me feel bad for something I did before we'd ever fucking talked you are sadly mistaken. Fuck you. Fuck you, Draco Malfoy. I don't feel shit for you, right now."