Malfoy stalked around her. "I can see why Lord Weasley keeps you around," he said appraisingly. "You have one hell of an arse on you. Not that I'd ever touch you, so don't get your hopes up. You're a Mudblood ... I wouldn't fuck you with another man's dick! But Weasley isn't the prettiest ginger biscuit in the pack, is he? Beggars cant be choosers, I suppose. But, still, that's an arse to be reckoned with. In another world, eh, Mudblood?"