Wasted : Part One : Ginny

Ginny. Virginia. Miranda. What did it matter now? She had long since lost her connection to any identity.

Ever since she had become a Death Eater.

Why she had done it, she could no longer remember. All she knew was that she wanted revenge. On everyone. She wanted revenge on the world.

As she drowned herself in another glass of vodka and cranberry juice, her partner approached the table.

Her allegience had changed, but her distaste for this man had never weakened. Draco Malfoy. Was it some cruel joke? All of her work for the Dark Lord and that was how she was repaid. She got to work with one of her family's worst enemies.

She wouldn't have minded so much if it weren't for his constant quips about her family's financial state. Well, he could no longer do that. Now they were undercover. Incognito. Posing as Miranda and Damien Ambers.

She fingered the lime in her glass as he took his seat. He smirked.

"So dear, how are things?" he asked, sounding completely earnest. She knew he was probably plotting her death at that very moment. She could not have cared less.

"You got our house number, correct?" Ginny said, not bothering to lift her head from the table, and yet managing to have the air of a perfect business woman.
Part Two: Wasted: Draco

Draco Malfoy was used to this behaviour from his partner. He counted it as part of his daily routine. He took it in stride. He never really expected her to show any emotion toward him, much less anything positive.

He decided to go along. No sense in him being nice if Ginny wasn't going to . He had already put forth the effort. Now it was up to her. If she wanted friendship she'd give it.

As of yet Draco wasn't sure if she had any thoughts other than hatred. Still, it was awkward having to share a room with such a cold business partner, figuratively speaking

"Correct," he said, mimicking Ginny's tone. She glared at him and got the check before he could order anything.

Draco sighed and got up, offering her a hand. Ginny looked at it, then got up, purposefully ignoring him.

They got to their house. One room. One bed. For a moment Draco and Ginny just looked at each other. Draco sighed and conjured up a sleeping bag, dragging it into the kitchen.

Ginny went to get a glass of water. She looked down at him, deliberately stepping on him as she went to the the sink. If she was going to be stuck in a muggle house with a Malfoy she'd might as well make the best of it.