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Help
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"I'm not kidding - take it."
Draco eyed her before looking down upon the small money pouch that lay limply on the bar counter. He scoffed, "I don't need your help, Weasley."
The redheaded woman let out an audible sigh before she sat upon the empty stool beside him. "Is your pride still playing considering the fact that you actually need the help?"
"Do you always irritate people by your presence?" Draco snapped, as he took a swig of his fire whiskey.
Ginny simply waved him away, "It's just our lucky day, Malfoy; I have the time to kill and by the looks of how you swallowed your drink I'm sure you'll stick around."
He scoffed again, "What will it take for you to disappear?"
"You've been written in the Daily Prophet and not in a positive light. Just take the damn money, what's so hard about that?" She asked, as she signaled the bartender with a wave of her hand. "No one will have to know I helped, if that's what you're so ashamed of." She last said with a smirk.
"What will it be miss?"
"Two shots of firewhiskeys please." She replied.
Draco quirked an eyebrow, "So now you're going to start buying my drinks?"
Ginny shrugged, "I said I have some time to kill, why not use it wisely by joining your stupor?"
With a scowl, he pushed aside the empty glass aside before taking the money pouch. "Don't make me your charity case."
"I wasn't planning to."
"Here you go." The bartender placed the two small glasses of the aforementioned drink in front of her.
Ginny slid one of them to Draco, as she held onto her own. "Of course, I'll look forward to being paid back once you get on your feet."
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AN: If you're interested in requesting a drabble, just go to my profile and search for my 'story' "One in a Million" to do so.