Re: 9:46
If Ginny could have read Draco's mind, she would have demonstrated the hexes that he alluded to from her school years. Only know they would have been more precise and far more varied. Her charm work was the one area that Ginny had continued to pursue after ending Hogwarts. She couldn't get over her fascination with them; hexes and jinxes were not only her favorite, but her specialty.
Luckily for both of them, she had not shown such interest or talent in Occlumency. Though she did pick up on his allusion to her talent.
"Oh? I never knew Parkinson was any good at hexes. Poor you," Ginny chided. It was an obvious joke, at least she thought so, but then again she and Draco were as different as the Sun and the Moon as far as she was concerned. Even their sense of humour was likely to be different.
They both had been given the foundation of pureblood parentage, but it seemed to end there. Her family had raised her to treat others with equality, as long as they showed a certain moral fibre. The braver the better. As far as Ginny could tell, the Malfoys had raised an uptight, arrogant prat of a man, that probably out of the need to feel polite at this certain function or maybe even after his family's escape of Azkaban had taken up being at least civil to her, bordeline cordial.
Ginny couldn't see it coming from any true desire of his own or any positive means. After all the two times her life almost ended, one had been aided by his father and the other almost orchestrated by his aunt. This is what she was thinking looking at him, her eyes narrowed just slightly, before the interruption...
A house elf came to her side, looking at her then Draco, "Another firewhiskey, miss? Sir?"
"Thank you. May I have a gin and tonic instead?" Ginny gave the elf a smile of gratitude. Mostly for giving her short distraction.