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New
Her head instinctively moved to the left when he tried to kiss her, his mouth landing on her cheek instead of her lips. His forehead rutted at her action, and he tried to move her face upwards but her hands trailed over his suit (his immaculate suit, as always) to push him away. She succeeded.
"Ginny?" he enquired, unsure of what the redhead intended.
"It's not enough,"she murmured, biting her lip (a terrible habit she acquired during her O.W.L's studying and never let go), and fighting not to give in and breathe the man's expensive cologne that drove her oh, so mad.
"What?" he asked loudly, forgetting for moments the rigid posture and firm smile that was his typical trademark, the Malfoy trademark. Her lips tilted into a smirk, an action she had been using a lot lately, (because of the blond man's influence, she was sure) at his confusion. He has no idea, does he? And she didn't even feel sorry . . . . She must be turning into him. She laughed despite herself and looked up facing the blonds', for once, unsure eyes.
"I need something new."
The wrinkle in his head increased and his hand moved to his tie, flattening it down across his shirt absentmindedly, a habit she had over the years came to identify as proof of his nervousness.
"New?" The incredulity and controlled anger in his one-word sentences were just as she imagined. He was getting predictable, and that should be reason enough. She told him so.
"Predictable?"
"Yes, mon chérri." The French is another thing she caught from him, not from Fleur like the bubblehead woman believes. His rants in the language amused her, and it was quite a letdown when she discovered he used la langue de l'amour to rant about work. "Predictable, there is no spark. Capiche?"
A slight blush spread over her opponent's (in everything but the sheets, where he was gladly her partner) face and she could see he was ready to give her a cold icy reply, one that she had a great comeback for. She prepared for this. She had to move on, she didn't need a man who had nightmares at night, hated mud, used way too much cologne for her to think coherently and didn't intend to marry her one day. She knew she would miss the glamour but she needs something new.
This is my sign-up for doom and the wonderful 100 Days, 100 Drabbles challenge hosted by the DG Forum.
Objective: To write one hundred drabbles in one hundred days or less.
Guidelines:
1. The first drabble must be posted after June 20th and the last by September 27th, one hundred days later. The last drabble must be posted within one hundred days. If you aren't able to post on the last day of the challenge, then you may post them - and complete the challenge - earlier.
2. Drabbles must not be more than 400 words long. If you go over, edit.
3. Responses should not be posted in this thread. Instead, I suggest creating a new story and posting them there.
4. Drabbles must be posted in the order prompted, with the prompt as the title of the chapter.
So, wish me luck?
This one has 400 words exactly and is my first entrance. Also, a very special thank you to imadoodlenoodle who was kind enough to Beta my first drabbles.
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Reviews are much appreciated :) .