Dedicated to Emily, or Meg Albatou, as she may be known to some, because
she was a bitch and refused to read and review this unless it was posted.
Grrr! But it got me off my lazy ass, and here this is. But if you're one of
my regular readers, if I have any of them, and you are worried about other
unfinished fics, don't be. Both other stories have chapters that are in the
process of being finished, but I also have a lot of other little ideas
written down or floating around in my head. And not only about Ginny and
Draco, even though they are so much fun! Whew! (Is that even a word? Or
perhaps I'm just spelling it wrong.) But enough of this, time for the
story. But first a little disclaimer.
I own nothing copyrighted by anyone or anything or any corporation. Sure, you can sue, but what will you get? A bunch of clothes, crap CDs, tons of books, and an aging boombox. (Remember when CD players were actually called boomboxes? Good times.) My saxophone isn't even mine, so poo on you. Hope you enjoy the story.
***~~~***
A ghost butler glided silently into the room and opened the curtains. Sunlight poured into the room, illuminated places, leaving others in darkest shadow.
Draco Malfoy awoke abruptly when a ray of light broke through his dream and brought him back to consciousness. Wincing, he brought a hand up to block his face. 'Remington, what the hell? Its too early to be.wait, what time is it?'
'10:00 in the morning, Master Malfoy.'
'See? Too early.'
'Actually sir, it is an hour and half later than when you usually sleep on a weekday. But after all, you don't turn 24 every day. I remember your very first birthday. You started to walk and your mother was so very proud of you. But your father hardly even smiled.'
Draco's face had become very red, being clearly embarrassed at these memories of long since forgotten days. 'That'll do, Remington.'
'Very well, sir. Shall I bring breakfast for you and the lady up here, or would you rather get up and have it served in the dining room?'
'No. I'll let her sleep. Please bring the food up here in about a half- hour,' Draco said as he settled against the headboard.
'Certainly Master Malfoy.' The ghost glided back out through the door.
Draco felt something stir beside him and looked down at the lady in question. Two bright blue eyes peered out at him from beneath a mass of coppery hair. 'Good morning, Virginia.'
Ginny Weasley stretched out from head to toe as her mouth opened in a gaping yawn. 'Morning,' she said sleepily.
'I was going to let you sleep for awhile longer but seeing as you're already awake.' Draco cocked his eyebrow and ran his hand up Ginny's leg.
She laughed, still clearing cobwebs out of her mind, not really thinking clearly enough for a witty remark. 'Didn't you get enough last night?'
'No,' he mumbled, lips focussing on her neck.
'What, is four times too little now?'
'Clearly.'
Ginny pulled back slightly. 'Are you going to die if we don't do it right now?'
The answer was an adamant 'yes!'
'Well, if I have to.' Ginny smiled. 'C'mere Cowboy!'
Now it was Draco's turn to pull back. 'You've been watching "Sweet Charity" again, haven't you?'
'Maybe,' Ginny said sheepishly. 'But you're getting a little off-topic though, don't you think? Or would you rather talk about some Muggle movie? I'm up to it if you are. And we both know that I can wait a lot longer than you can.'
'No, I'm ready now.' Draco dove under the covers and started tickling Ginny lightly.
'Stop it! You know how ticklish I am! Stop!' Ginny was laughing hysterically, but managed to wrench herself out of Draco's grasp, almost falling off the bed in the process. 'Yes, tickling. Very sexual. I am so turned on.'
'No? How about this?' Draco's lips moved onto another area.
'Mmmm.'
'And this?
'Now you're starting to get back into my good book,' Ginny said, smiling.
'Always a good place.' Draco smirked, and then dragged Ginny under the covers.
They were just starting to get serious when a loud 'Ahem!' was heard from near the door. Draco and Ginny peeked their very tousled heads out from under the comforter to see two house elves with food and a very amused Remington waiting patiently.
Draco cleared his throat, while Ginny collapsed in a fit of giggles. 'Just put the food down at the end of the bed,' Draco said authoritatively, desperately trying to get some of his dignity back.
'You can stop laughing now,' a very unimpressed Draco said once the servants had left.
"I wish I had a camera. Your face was priceless!" This sent Ginny off into more laughter.
'Whatever. While you laugh your ass off at me, I'm just going to eat all of this delicious breakfast.'
Ginny sobered quickly and grabbed a croissant. It was only then that she noticed the cake on the tray, with 'Happy Birthday Draco' written across it in elegant script, candles burning brightly around the edges. 'Omigod! I completely forgot! I am so sorry!'
'Its okay, Virginia,' Draco said laughing, very amused at her distress.
'No, it's not okay. I can't believe I forgot! Especially after I went on and on about your birthday yesterday.' Ginny threw herself on Draco and hugged him tightly.
'Forget about it. You can make it up to me later.' With a wink, Draco detached himself from her, and getting up, crossed the room to the wardrobe.
Ginny settled back against the headboard, a sheet draped across her body. 'Is that all you think about?'
'Pretty much,' was Draco's muffled reply as he pulled a turtleneck sweater over his head.
'Come back to bed,' Ginny whined. 'It's your birthday, you shouldn't be up for at least another 2 hours. C'mon, it's nice and cozy in here.' Ginny patted the spot the spot next to her and beckoned him seductively. 'You shouldn't have to do any work.'
'I know, but I have to go check the mail, and then answer all of the birthday cards.' Draco finished doing up his pants and started to look for a shoe that matched the one in his hand.
'Can't that wait until later?'
He looked up at Ginny. 'Have you ever met my family? If you don't give a prompt response, they'll hex you. badly.'
'Ooh, stickler for proper manners.'
'Yes, but I also have to check with my mother on the last minute details of the ball tomorrow. Did you get your dress?'
"Yes, it arrived yesterday. It's in the wardrobe, but no peeking. I want everything to be a surprise.'
"I'm not promising anything.'
Ginny pouted, knowing that Draco could never resist her.
'Fine, I promised I won't look at your dress. But then you have to promise you won't look at mine.'
'Draco!' Ginny laughed.
'I promised, and my word is my bond. But I really have to go, or the next time you see me, I might have a faucet coming out of my forehead with purple polka dots all over my body.'
'But the food was brought up here and you haven't even touched it. You don't even want a piece of this delicious cake?' Ginny picked up a piece of the cake and bit into it. 'Mmm, yummy. Are you sure you don't want any at all?'
'I think I'll wait. Just save me a piece, because I really have to go.' To illustrate his point, Draco started edging towards the door.
'Fine, but I'll be here if you get lonely.' Ginny settled down under the covers.
'Oh, don't worry, I'll be back soon as I can.' Draco's voice had become deep and silky.
'But if I get lonely, I may just have to start without you.'
Now it was Draco's turn to be startled. 'Ginny!'
'Sorry, I just had to slip that in.' She grinned, knowing that her boyfriend was mentally kicking himself very hard.
'You little tease,' Draco said as he quickly left the room, not wanting to hear anything else that would make him forget everything and take Ginny on the spot.
***~~~***
Draco strode into the dining room, his mind still on the fiery redhead up in his bed. But he quickly snapped back to reality when he saw the mountains of cards stacked beside his chair at the head of the table. Draco groaned very loudly.
'Is there anything I can do to help you, Master Malfoy?' Remington said, appearing right beside Draco.
'Kill me,' Draco replied dryly.
'Good luck with that task. But shall I bring you some coffee?'
'No thank-you. I really don't need any distractions. Even in a soundproof metal box, this would take me a lifetime.'
As Remington left the room, Draco took out his Quick Quotes Quill, settled back in his chair, and prepared himself for an eternity of mind-numbing boredom.
**~~~***
'Finally!' Draco said out loud, as the quill signed his name with a flourish on the last thank-you card. 'I'm done with those damn cards, all 567 of them. Now back to business as usual.'
Draco pushed his chair away from the table, and started to rise, but his mother appeared in the chair beside his.
'Happy birthday, sweetheart. Are you ready to finish up details for your birthday ball tomorrow?' It was more a statement than a question, as if anyone would ever go against the wishes of Narcissa Malfoy. Since the imprisonment, and then execution of her husband, Narcissa had grown stronger, and was no longer a meek, little woman.
'Yes mother,' Draco conceded, and inwardly groaned. He was never going to get back up to Ginny with the way things were going.
'Perfect. Now, all of the guests have RSVPed, and all are coming. As if anyone would dare miss this party!' Narcissa laughed, pure notes of silver escaping her throat.
Draco smiled. It was the first time he had seen his mother laugh in a long time. Although many doubted him, he really did love his mother.
'The food is already being made, but the decorators will arrive early tomorrow morning. I decided we should hold the party in the large ballroom with the staircase, the other ballroom of course being too small. Also, when we use the larger ballroom, the guests can have access to the gardens and grounds. Which reminds me, I need to get some servants to make sure everything outside is pruned, or plucked, or whatever they do to make things look perfect.'
Draco chuckled, memories of the tour of Malfoy Manor he had given to Ginny coming back to him. 'You have two ballrooms?' she had said unbelievingly.
'Something funny dear?' Narcissa asked.
'No mother. I was just remembering something that happened awhile ago.'
'Very well,' Narcissa moved on. 'So I thought the theme would be silver and green, a bit of throwback to your Slytherin days and your roots. You always looked nice in green, dear. But the decorations will be quite simple, nothing ostentatious, understand. We don't want to flaunt anything."
'How many people did you invite, mother?' Draco asked, having really done none of the planning.
'Not many. This is just going to be a small party. I believe I only invited 300 people.' Narcissa looked down at the guest list. 'Yes, only 300. This ball is going to be very exclusive.'
'Exclusive? That's not very exclusive, and 300 people is definitely not a small party.' Seeing that he would get no leeway from his mother, Draco shook his head in disbelief. 'But did you at least remember to invite the Weasleys? And Harry Potter?' Virginia would personally kick his ass if he forgot even one member of her family, including the Boy Who Lived.
'Of course, dear. You specifically asked me, and I wouldn't forget about them. Plus, we couldn't afford to forget Arthur Weasley. He is the Minister of Magic after all, and we must keep our ties very strong with the Ministry. Who knows what will happen in the future? Oh, that reminds me. Severus owled me this morning, and he was able to get out of the conflict he was involved in, and will be coming tomorrow.'
Draco smiled in delight. Professor Snape had been like a father to him, not only a teacher. Meanwhile, Narcissa had continued on speaking, not noticing that her son's mind was off in another place. She looked up once in awhile to check Draco's opinion on something, but as he nodded every so often, she was satisfied.
'I guess that's all.' His mother's voice brought Draco back. He smiled convincingly, knowing that she would be very angry if she knew that he had not been listening to a thing that she had said. Narcissa had always been a whirlwind, jumping from subject to subject, hardly stopping for breath between sentences, and so Draco hardly ever managed to fully follow a conversation of his mother's, even when he was actually listening.
Narcissa got up to apparate back to her own manor, but her face took on a troubled look. 'Draco, you missed a letter.'
It was only then that he noticed a small envelope with no return address, written on in a scrawl he didn't recognize. Draco reached for it but his mother's voice stopped him. When he looked up at her, he noticed that her face was even more troubled than it was a minute ago, as if she knew that the letter contained something destroying.
'Draco, no matter what that letter says, I want you to do what it instructs you to.'
He looked scared, as if the letter would be leading him into a trap.
'No, honey, it's nothing bad, and definitely not something dangerous. You must do what this letter instructs you to, as it is your destiny. This letter and the events that stem from it will decide your future. I have been waiting for that letter for 24 years, and dreading it at the same time. But you must not go against what it tells you.'
'Mother, what is the big d-' but Narcissa had already apparated.
Draco approached the letter with caution. He quickly checked it for curses, hexes or charms, but as it was clean, he opened it. Removing a crisp piece of parchment, he started to read the bold black letters splashed across it.
Draco,
It is now your 24th birthday, which means it is time to tell you of a great responsibility that rests on your shoulders alone. It is of monumental importance that you come with haste to a secret spot as soon as you receive this. The bottle cap will transport you here to me. The fate of the Malfoy family is in your hands.
It was left unsigned, but Draco was filled with the sense of urgency that the note conveyed. Looking into the envelope, he saw the piece of metal laying there unobtrusively, but he didn't pick it up just yet. Draco ran upstairs to the master bedroom. Upon entering it, he saw that Ginny had fallen back asleep, breathing quietly. Draco crossed the room to his desk, and taking out a piece of parchment and a quill, he penned a quick note to his girlfriend.
Gin,
Had to go out for a while. Don't worry about me. I'll be back for dinner.
Love, Draco
P.S.- Don't eat all the cake!
He lightly placed the paper on the bed beside the sleeping Ginny, and kissed her on the forehead. Ginny's face creased into a small smile. She looked so angelic that Draco wanted to lay down and join her in oblivion, but he had no time. Smiling himself, Draco reached into the envelope and grasped the bottle cap. Feeling himself hooked, Draco shut his eyes tightly and felt himself leave behind security.
So, what did you think? Please tell me, because it's always nice to know what people think about my story. And I'll be a little brave this time, and say that its okay to flame. And to quote someone on here that I don't remember the name of, 'its okay to flame. Your flames keep me nice and warm. How about some marshmallows as well?'
Á bientot!
I own nothing copyrighted by anyone or anything or any corporation. Sure, you can sue, but what will you get? A bunch of clothes, crap CDs, tons of books, and an aging boombox. (Remember when CD players were actually called boomboxes? Good times.) My saxophone isn't even mine, so poo on you. Hope you enjoy the story.
***~~~***
A ghost butler glided silently into the room and opened the curtains. Sunlight poured into the room, illuminated places, leaving others in darkest shadow.
Draco Malfoy awoke abruptly when a ray of light broke through his dream and brought him back to consciousness. Wincing, he brought a hand up to block his face. 'Remington, what the hell? Its too early to be.wait, what time is it?'
'10:00 in the morning, Master Malfoy.'
'See? Too early.'
'Actually sir, it is an hour and half later than when you usually sleep on a weekday. But after all, you don't turn 24 every day. I remember your very first birthday. You started to walk and your mother was so very proud of you. But your father hardly even smiled.'
Draco's face had become very red, being clearly embarrassed at these memories of long since forgotten days. 'That'll do, Remington.'
'Very well, sir. Shall I bring breakfast for you and the lady up here, or would you rather get up and have it served in the dining room?'
'No. I'll let her sleep. Please bring the food up here in about a half- hour,' Draco said as he settled against the headboard.
'Certainly Master Malfoy.' The ghost glided back out through the door.
Draco felt something stir beside him and looked down at the lady in question. Two bright blue eyes peered out at him from beneath a mass of coppery hair. 'Good morning, Virginia.'
Ginny Weasley stretched out from head to toe as her mouth opened in a gaping yawn. 'Morning,' she said sleepily.
'I was going to let you sleep for awhile longer but seeing as you're already awake.' Draco cocked his eyebrow and ran his hand up Ginny's leg.
She laughed, still clearing cobwebs out of her mind, not really thinking clearly enough for a witty remark. 'Didn't you get enough last night?'
'No,' he mumbled, lips focussing on her neck.
'What, is four times too little now?'
'Clearly.'
Ginny pulled back slightly. 'Are you going to die if we don't do it right now?'
The answer was an adamant 'yes!'
'Well, if I have to.' Ginny smiled. 'C'mere Cowboy!'
Now it was Draco's turn to pull back. 'You've been watching "Sweet Charity" again, haven't you?'
'Maybe,' Ginny said sheepishly. 'But you're getting a little off-topic though, don't you think? Or would you rather talk about some Muggle movie? I'm up to it if you are. And we both know that I can wait a lot longer than you can.'
'No, I'm ready now.' Draco dove under the covers and started tickling Ginny lightly.
'Stop it! You know how ticklish I am! Stop!' Ginny was laughing hysterically, but managed to wrench herself out of Draco's grasp, almost falling off the bed in the process. 'Yes, tickling. Very sexual. I am so turned on.'
'No? How about this?' Draco's lips moved onto another area.
'Mmmm.'
'And this?
'Now you're starting to get back into my good book,' Ginny said, smiling.
'Always a good place.' Draco smirked, and then dragged Ginny under the covers.
They were just starting to get serious when a loud 'Ahem!' was heard from near the door. Draco and Ginny peeked their very tousled heads out from under the comforter to see two house elves with food and a very amused Remington waiting patiently.
Draco cleared his throat, while Ginny collapsed in a fit of giggles. 'Just put the food down at the end of the bed,' Draco said authoritatively, desperately trying to get some of his dignity back.
'You can stop laughing now,' a very unimpressed Draco said once the servants had left.
"I wish I had a camera. Your face was priceless!" This sent Ginny off into more laughter.
'Whatever. While you laugh your ass off at me, I'm just going to eat all of this delicious breakfast.'
Ginny sobered quickly and grabbed a croissant. It was only then that she noticed the cake on the tray, with 'Happy Birthday Draco' written across it in elegant script, candles burning brightly around the edges. 'Omigod! I completely forgot! I am so sorry!'
'Its okay, Virginia,' Draco said laughing, very amused at her distress.
'No, it's not okay. I can't believe I forgot! Especially after I went on and on about your birthday yesterday.' Ginny threw herself on Draco and hugged him tightly.
'Forget about it. You can make it up to me later.' With a wink, Draco detached himself from her, and getting up, crossed the room to the wardrobe.
Ginny settled back against the headboard, a sheet draped across her body. 'Is that all you think about?'
'Pretty much,' was Draco's muffled reply as he pulled a turtleneck sweater over his head.
'Come back to bed,' Ginny whined. 'It's your birthday, you shouldn't be up for at least another 2 hours. C'mon, it's nice and cozy in here.' Ginny patted the spot the spot next to her and beckoned him seductively. 'You shouldn't have to do any work.'
'I know, but I have to go check the mail, and then answer all of the birthday cards.' Draco finished doing up his pants and started to look for a shoe that matched the one in his hand.
'Can't that wait until later?'
He looked up at Ginny. 'Have you ever met my family? If you don't give a prompt response, they'll hex you. badly.'
'Ooh, stickler for proper manners.'
'Yes, but I also have to check with my mother on the last minute details of the ball tomorrow. Did you get your dress?'
"Yes, it arrived yesterday. It's in the wardrobe, but no peeking. I want everything to be a surprise.'
"I'm not promising anything.'
Ginny pouted, knowing that Draco could never resist her.
'Fine, I promised I won't look at your dress. But then you have to promise you won't look at mine.'
'Draco!' Ginny laughed.
'I promised, and my word is my bond. But I really have to go, or the next time you see me, I might have a faucet coming out of my forehead with purple polka dots all over my body.'
'But the food was brought up here and you haven't even touched it. You don't even want a piece of this delicious cake?' Ginny picked up a piece of the cake and bit into it. 'Mmm, yummy. Are you sure you don't want any at all?'
'I think I'll wait. Just save me a piece, because I really have to go.' To illustrate his point, Draco started edging towards the door.
'Fine, but I'll be here if you get lonely.' Ginny settled down under the covers.
'Oh, don't worry, I'll be back soon as I can.' Draco's voice had become deep and silky.
'But if I get lonely, I may just have to start without you.'
Now it was Draco's turn to be startled. 'Ginny!'
'Sorry, I just had to slip that in.' She grinned, knowing that her boyfriend was mentally kicking himself very hard.
'You little tease,' Draco said as he quickly left the room, not wanting to hear anything else that would make him forget everything and take Ginny on the spot.
***~~~***
Draco strode into the dining room, his mind still on the fiery redhead up in his bed. But he quickly snapped back to reality when he saw the mountains of cards stacked beside his chair at the head of the table. Draco groaned very loudly.
'Is there anything I can do to help you, Master Malfoy?' Remington said, appearing right beside Draco.
'Kill me,' Draco replied dryly.
'Good luck with that task. But shall I bring you some coffee?'
'No thank-you. I really don't need any distractions. Even in a soundproof metal box, this would take me a lifetime.'
As Remington left the room, Draco took out his Quick Quotes Quill, settled back in his chair, and prepared himself for an eternity of mind-numbing boredom.
**~~~***
'Finally!' Draco said out loud, as the quill signed his name with a flourish on the last thank-you card. 'I'm done with those damn cards, all 567 of them. Now back to business as usual.'
Draco pushed his chair away from the table, and started to rise, but his mother appeared in the chair beside his.
'Happy birthday, sweetheart. Are you ready to finish up details for your birthday ball tomorrow?' It was more a statement than a question, as if anyone would ever go against the wishes of Narcissa Malfoy. Since the imprisonment, and then execution of her husband, Narcissa had grown stronger, and was no longer a meek, little woman.
'Yes mother,' Draco conceded, and inwardly groaned. He was never going to get back up to Ginny with the way things were going.
'Perfect. Now, all of the guests have RSVPed, and all are coming. As if anyone would dare miss this party!' Narcissa laughed, pure notes of silver escaping her throat.
Draco smiled. It was the first time he had seen his mother laugh in a long time. Although many doubted him, he really did love his mother.
'The food is already being made, but the decorators will arrive early tomorrow morning. I decided we should hold the party in the large ballroom with the staircase, the other ballroom of course being too small. Also, when we use the larger ballroom, the guests can have access to the gardens and grounds. Which reminds me, I need to get some servants to make sure everything outside is pruned, or plucked, or whatever they do to make things look perfect.'
Draco chuckled, memories of the tour of Malfoy Manor he had given to Ginny coming back to him. 'You have two ballrooms?' she had said unbelievingly.
'Something funny dear?' Narcissa asked.
'No mother. I was just remembering something that happened awhile ago.'
'Very well,' Narcissa moved on. 'So I thought the theme would be silver and green, a bit of throwback to your Slytherin days and your roots. You always looked nice in green, dear. But the decorations will be quite simple, nothing ostentatious, understand. We don't want to flaunt anything."
'How many people did you invite, mother?' Draco asked, having really done none of the planning.
'Not many. This is just going to be a small party. I believe I only invited 300 people.' Narcissa looked down at the guest list. 'Yes, only 300. This ball is going to be very exclusive.'
'Exclusive? That's not very exclusive, and 300 people is definitely not a small party.' Seeing that he would get no leeway from his mother, Draco shook his head in disbelief. 'But did you at least remember to invite the Weasleys? And Harry Potter?' Virginia would personally kick his ass if he forgot even one member of her family, including the Boy Who Lived.
'Of course, dear. You specifically asked me, and I wouldn't forget about them. Plus, we couldn't afford to forget Arthur Weasley. He is the Minister of Magic after all, and we must keep our ties very strong with the Ministry. Who knows what will happen in the future? Oh, that reminds me. Severus owled me this morning, and he was able to get out of the conflict he was involved in, and will be coming tomorrow.'
Draco smiled in delight. Professor Snape had been like a father to him, not only a teacher. Meanwhile, Narcissa had continued on speaking, not noticing that her son's mind was off in another place. She looked up once in awhile to check Draco's opinion on something, but as he nodded every so often, she was satisfied.
'I guess that's all.' His mother's voice brought Draco back. He smiled convincingly, knowing that she would be very angry if she knew that he had not been listening to a thing that she had said. Narcissa had always been a whirlwind, jumping from subject to subject, hardly stopping for breath between sentences, and so Draco hardly ever managed to fully follow a conversation of his mother's, even when he was actually listening.
Narcissa got up to apparate back to her own manor, but her face took on a troubled look. 'Draco, you missed a letter.'
It was only then that he noticed a small envelope with no return address, written on in a scrawl he didn't recognize. Draco reached for it but his mother's voice stopped him. When he looked up at her, he noticed that her face was even more troubled than it was a minute ago, as if she knew that the letter contained something destroying.
'Draco, no matter what that letter says, I want you to do what it instructs you to.'
He looked scared, as if the letter would be leading him into a trap.
'No, honey, it's nothing bad, and definitely not something dangerous. You must do what this letter instructs you to, as it is your destiny. This letter and the events that stem from it will decide your future. I have been waiting for that letter for 24 years, and dreading it at the same time. But you must not go against what it tells you.'
'Mother, what is the big d-' but Narcissa had already apparated.
Draco approached the letter with caution. He quickly checked it for curses, hexes or charms, but as it was clean, he opened it. Removing a crisp piece of parchment, he started to read the bold black letters splashed across it.
Draco,
It is now your 24th birthday, which means it is time to tell you of a great responsibility that rests on your shoulders alone. It is of monumental importance that you come with haste to a secret spot as soon as you receive this. The bottle cap will transport you here to me. The fate of the Malfoy family is in your hands.
It was left unsigned, but Draco was filled with the sense of urgency that the note conveyed. Looking into the envelope, he saw the piece of metal laying there unobtrusively, but he didn't pick it up just yet. Draco ran upstairs to the master bedroom. Upon entering it, he saw that Ginny had fallen back asleep, breathing quietly. Draco crossed the room to his desk, and taking out a piece of parchment and a quill, he penned a quick note to his girlfriend.
Gin,
Had to go out for a while. Don't worry about me. I'll be back for dinner.
Love, Draco
P.S.- Don't eat all the cake!
He lightly placed the paper on the bed beside the sleeping Ginny, and kissed her on the forehead. Ginny's face creased into a small smile. She looked so angelic that Draco wanted to lay down and join her in oblivion, but he had no time. Smiling himself, Draco reached into the envelope and grasped the bottle cap. Feeling himself hooked, Draco shut his eyes tightly and felt himself leave behind security.
So, what did you think? Please tell me, because it's always nice to know what people think about my story. And I'll be a little brave this time, and say that its okay to flame. And to quote someone on here that I don't remember the name of, 'its okay to flame. Your flames keep me nice and warm. How about some marshmallows as well?'
Á bientot!