Malfoy sat in the strategy room with none other than the strategist. Not too far from him sat the redhead trying to keep herself from looking too bored. The two men like to draw and move little plastic army men around. It's just not her thing. Sitting here pretending that she hadn't noticed that Jason's eyes have been on her the entire time isn't either.
Draco beamed as he held up the paper. He could almost be mistaken as Christmas happy. Quickly he spun around to face his second. Once he saw her his smile faded and he glared. She's half asleep hanging off the chair with her legs propped up on a table.
He approached and without being noticed shoved her legs off. She squealed as she fell to the floor on her rear end. Looking up at him she sneered. He chose to ignore it and waved the paper at her.
"Pay attention Weasel. We have gold!" She rolled her eyes back. How many times has she heard that one? It's always such a great plan. That is if great means that losing too many innocent lives is super.
"No," she said quickly after glancing at him. Tossing it on the floor she stood and tossed a flirtatious look at Jason. "Later Malfo."
His mouth opened and almost hung like that until he realized how idiotic he looked. Clenching his jaw he watched her flirt with the strategist as she walked out. Her hips swung a little too much and the tongue running across the lips hadn't been necessary at all.
"Weasley," he yelled but she was already gone. He groaned out loud. It's not right to run after her. He'll look like a love sick puppy. She's not even a girl. With a sword in her hand and stepping into the battlefield she has no more gender. Even her tongue is a dangerous weapon.
Jason hid his smile and leaned back more comfortably in the chair. Men from all the other camps and places alike have tried to get Virginia Weasley. She has grown a lot since her Hogwarts days. The body she has now combined with all the power she holds makes her incredibly hot, desirable, and sexy. Her friend Granger looks edible as well, but she's been taken for a while now. He couldn't even name all the things he would willingly give up to have the both of them for even one night.
"Bite it down now Harrison," Draco sneered. The chestnut hair guy chuckled not at all intimidated by the blonde.
"Why do you have to get her permission?" Jason asked knowing better. "If you think it'll work and it's for the best why question her?"
"You think it's that easy," Draco grumbled. "I can't go and order everyone around. They seem to like following her more."
"Perhaps it isn't because she sneers all the time."
"I don't sneer!" Draco growled. "Why am I even talking to you? I have to get the Weasel to at least consider it."
Jason shook his head as the blonde went after the redhead. It's more than obvious why he went after her. It hadn't been because of some rash plan he had scribbled down just so he could come to the camp to see her. He doesn't have to be right either. The logic and obvious answer it that she had flat out told him no. No one tells Draco Malfoy no.
"Weasley," he called standing a few feet behind her.
"Oh Jason," she said without turning. Slowly she did with the corner of her mouth turned upwards. Malfoy looked like he had bit into something sour. "Oh...Malfoy. It's you."
"Don't sound so enthused princess. I'm not that little pencil necked nerd." She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Nerd? That's the best you can come up with? I think the Slytherin in you is slipping." He snorted.
"Hardly."
"Fine. What is it that you what then? I know you're not about to question my decision."
"Why can't I do this?! It'll put us in a position for a surprise attack."
"At the risk of losing innocent lives? No. I'm not going to say it again Malfoy. Harry would agree."
"Harry?" he cried. "I could care less what Potter would do. He's a hero Weasley, and I'm just someone who fights so I won't be accused of being like my father. So get it right now! I don't care what Potter does and will never want to play The Potter."
She sighed as she saw the fire blaze in his eyes. He went there with The Potter again. It's like a dirty word to him. Everything that Harry stands for isn't something that Malfoy wants to be associated with. He has no desire to save the world, and she's afraid even his own life.
"Then let me play hero then. I'm not allowing you to send innocent people in."
"Fine," he yelled.
"Okay," she replied back calmly. "Now is there something else you needed?"
"No." He opened his mouth to ask her more. Like why does she need to know. Is she about to go somewhere? She smirked though and answered his questions.
"The twit is coming this afternoon. I have to get everyone situated for her arrival."
"Then why are you standing here?" he quipped.
She rolled her eyes at him and walked off. Not only does she have to deal with Malfoy which is more than enough punishment on certain days. Now she has to deal with a woman that is just as full of herself and is going to be going over Weasley's head and work with the conceited git.