"Maybe." He shrugged, obviously trying to reply lightly but it came out sounding quiet and uncertain, his gaze flicking to Hermione nervously. Ginny's expression went from wickedly teasing to slack and shocked. "I'm not sure if Potter and I could survive being in the same room together for the length of an entire dinner without flinging hexes, though." Malfoy recovered himself admirably, but it was too late. Ginny wasn't stupid.