Ginny rolled over in the bed, her green eyes shining up at him, and replied in kind. "You had your chance, Malfoy." Her dress from last night was rumpled and slid off of her shoulder, exposing her just enough to have his eyes linger on her bare skin. There was something in how she said it, challenging him, pushing him just a little... it was enough. Draco's conviction hardened into something solid, a weapon he knew how to hold in his very being. She's doing this for attention, and I will not play into it. I will not be so easily manipulated like Harry is.