Story Title: Never Steal a Malfoy's Muffin
Rating: G
Author's Note: This cookie is based of a fic I have yet to write. In OotP, after the Inquisition Squad captures some of the members of the DA, Draco sequesters Ginny and taunts her by eating a muffin, her favourite food, right under her nose. Somehow, Ginny manages to free herself, hexes her captor and to make matters worse, steals his muffin as well. The fall after that, during a Quidditch match, Ginny is knocked off her broom by a bludger...

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Perhaps it was the severe pain at the back of my head--that, or the severe pains in my right ankle, my little toe and my backside--or perhaps it was the dehydration, but as the tiny coloured dots came into focus, I could have sworn I saw a halo around his head.

I smiled, thinking that he was a beautiful angel come to welcome me to Heaven. It was very silly of me of course, to think that I had died, but one's brain tends to malfunction when one has fallen off one's broom and concussed one's aforementioned cerebrum. And so, when he courteously held out his hand, I, trustful fool that I am, took it gratefully. Images of fluffy pink clouds, plump little cherubs, endless supplies of chocolate-chipped muffins, and all that I hoped to find in Paradise filled my mind.

As I regained my footing, my flaxen-haired saviour leaned dangerously close to me and his lips grazed my ear. His voice tickled my soul. I was pretty sure I would faint again.
"Remember me, Muffin?" he murmured, his voice a soothing caress.
I wondered at his words. Should I remember him? Had I seen him before? Perhaps in a previous life?
"You don't? Well, I hope you will remember this."
And, on a distinctively bitter note, my beloved seraph tossed me away as one discards a broken toy. Except, unlike the toy, my wrist only broke after he tossed me.

"Never, Ever, Steal a Malfoy's Muffin." His voice was cold, and his grey eyes, that I only just began to recognise, seemed to mock me. Arrogance and satisfaction slowly curled his cruel lips into a familiar smirk.

Disgruntled, weak and wandless, I could only stare in wonder at the retreating form of Draco Malfoy, the smoothest devil the world ever knew.