"Harry I can't take this anymore!" Ginny screamed. "I can't take you expecting me to be perfect! I'm not and you're just going to have to learn to deal with that!"
"I don't want you to be perfect!" Harry yelled back.
"It sure seems like it to me. I'm not that girl I used to be anymore so stop trying to get her back! She will never come back!" Ginny shot back.
"I'm not trying to change you!"
"Yes you are!"
"Whatever you say, you're always right anyway," Harry said under his breath.
"What did you say?" Ginny asked outraged.
"Nothing," Harry tried to play it off.
"You think I'm a know it all little bitch don't you?" Ginny asked, getting madder by the second.
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to! I'm done putting up with all of your shit Harry!" Ginny yelled.
"If you don't like it then leave!" Harry shot before thinking about what he was saying.
"Fine! I will!" Ginny yelled as she grabbed her bag and rushed out of Harry's apartment slamming the door behind her, leaving Harry standing there dumbfounded and trying to process what had just happened.
Ginny found herself in the elevator on the way out of the building when what had just happened finally hit her. What did I just do? Did I really just walk out on Harry? Am I crazy? Or was that what needed to be done?
She decided that she was not going to turn back, at least not yet. What do I do now? Where do I go?
She could always go back to her apartment, but she didn't want to be alone right now. She needed to talk about this and vent. She knew where she needed to go and a few seconds later found herself standing at the door of a small little two story brick house knocking on the white door.
The door was pulled back to reveal Hermione Granger. She hadn't changed much over the years and Ginny and she had grown close. So when Hermione saw Ginny she automatically asked, "What are you doing here Ginny?"
"I needed someone to talk to," Ginny answered as she walked into Hermione's house and sat in the small sitting room.
"What is there to talk about?"
"Harry," Ginny spat.
"What happened this time?" Hermione asked. They'd had this conversation about five times in the last month alone.
"He expects me to be perfect and the same goody two shoes I was at Hogwarts," Ginny vented.
"Are you sure that's what he thinks? Or maybe your jus—"
"I'm sure. Let's just forget about that arse. I want to party," Ginny cut in.
"What?" Hermione asked shocked at the change.
"Let's go party tonight. It's a Saturday night and I want to go have fun."
"You want to drown your feelings in fire whiskey," Hermione stated.
"No I just want to get out and have fun," Ginny objected.
"Fine. I'll come," Hermione reluctantly gave in.
"Great," Ginny's mood changed again.
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked.
"That new club. I think it's called BlackLight," Ginny said.
"Okay," Hermione sighed, not really wanting to go along with this.
An hour and two complete makeovers later Ginny and Hermione were standing at the entrance to the club. In the last hour Ginny had completely redone both of their styles. Hermione was now wearing a skimpy little black dress that Ginny had forced on her and Ginny had on an even skimpy silver sequined dress. She also had heavy eye makeup on and Hermione couldn't help but think they looked, well…trampy.
"Are you sure about these outfits?" Hermione asked hoping she wasn't.
"I'm positive. Let's head in," Ginny said leading the way through the doors and into the wild club.
The music was blaring and the room was covered with black lights and glow sticks. Ginny couldn't wait to start partying and maybe she'd find someone to help her forget about everything else.
Ginny looked around the room and spotted the bar, she headed over followed by Hermione. "What can I get you ladies?" the bartender asked.
"I'll have a fire whiskey. Hermione?" Ginny asked her friend.
"Butter beer."
"Come on you need something stronger than that," Ginny whined.
"I'll be fine," Hermione said as the bartender came back with their drinks.
They grabbed the drinks and headed over to a tall table with barstools at it.
They sat there and drank in silence. It was obvious that Hermione didn't want to be there, but Ginny didn't care. She needed to get away from everything and just cut loose and have some fun.
Just when Ginny was about to get another drink the bartender came over and set two fire whiskies in front of them. "We didn't order anything," Hermione pointed out.
"That guy over there sent them over."
They both turned to where he was pointing and their eyes landed on the white blonde hair, pale face, and icy blue eyes of Draco Malfoy. Ginny heard Hermione gasp is shock, "Malfoy!"
Ginny continued to check him out. She couldn't help but think he was smoking hot. Her eyes connected with his and she felt her body instantly start to react.
"Why the hell would Malfoy buy us drinks?" Hermione exclaimed.
"Not sure. Want me to find out?" Ginny asked, wanting to talk to Draco. He might be just what she needed to forget about Harry tonight.
"Maybe we should," Hermione started.
"I'll go find out," Ginny said as she slid from her chair.
"Ginny wait…" Hermione tried, but Ginny was already sauntering over to the table where Draco sat alone.
Once there she put her elbows on the table and her head in her hands asking, "So Malfoy, why'd you send over drinks?" Ginny questioned.
"Is a guy not allowed to buy drinks for two sexy ladies?" Draco asked.
"You're not, Draco Malfoy."
"Oh really Weaslette?"
"Really," Ginny smiled and went back over to Hermione feeling Draco's eyes roaming her body the whole way back. She took her seat and winked at Malfoy before turning her back on him.
"So?" Hermione prodded.
"He was just being…nice?" Ginny said unbelievingly.
"Mafoy? Nice?"
"Yeah, I'm not sure," Ginny laughed. Her mind was still on Draco and she could feel his eyes still on her. She planned on spending more time with him tonight for many different reasons. First to get back at Harry and second because she was curious, if just eye contact could make her feel like this then what would kissing and touching do?
"Ginny! Hermione!" someone squealed. Ginny turned to see Parvati Patil rushing over to their table, followed by Padma.
"Parvati! Padma! How have you been?" Hermione exclaimed.
"I've been great. How about you?" Parvati asked.
They immediately pulled Hermione into conversation, but Ginny's mind was elsewhere. Sick of the girl talk she slid from the chair again and strutted over to where Malfoy sat.
"Weasley what brings you back?" Malfoy asked.
"Honestly that was so boring, oh and I can't stop thinking about you," Ginny admitted.
"Sarcasm?" Draco guessed.
"Do you really think I'd be thinking about you?" Ginny covered. The truth was it wasn't sarcasm. She couldn't stop thinking about him at all.
"So where's Saint Potter?" Draco avoided the question.
"Why would I know?" Ginny got defensive.
"He's your boyfriend," he pointed out.
"How would you know?" Ginny shot.
"You seem to forget that I work with Potter."
"Oh…yeah," Ginny had forgotten.
"So where is he?" Draco asked again.
"I don't know and I don't give a shit," Ginny answered.
"Problems in Potterville?"
"You know what I really don't want to talk to you anymore," Ginny said standing and starting to head back to where Hermione, Parvati, and Padma stood talking.
"Weasley wait," she heard Draco say from behind her.
Turning she asked, "Why should I?"
"Because I'm as bored as you are and I need someone to talk to before I go crazy," Draco said.
"Since when would I help you?"
"Tonight?" Draco guessed.
"Fine," Ginny gave in and sat down again.
"I promise there will be no more Potter questions," Draco assured.
"Somehow I don't believe you, but whatever," Ginny said. "So what brings famous Draco Malfoy to a club all alone?"
"Girls," Draco simply answered.
"I should have known. So what slut are you here with tonight?" Ginny asked pretending to scan the crowd.
"None. I don't bring them with me, I just leave with them."
"Oh, right. Draco Malfoy is too good for the common everyday whore. Instead he needs one with class," Ginny jibed.
"What brings you here? Trying to drown your sorrows in cheap alcohol and loud music?" Draco shot back.
"It isn't cheap alcohol. You bought it," Ginny pointed out. Draco didn't know how right he was in his accusation.
"You got me there," Draco admitted.
"I know," Ginny said cockily.
"Want another?" Draco offered.
"Keep them coming," Ginny said as Draco ordered another round.
Several drinks later Ginny found herself out on the dance floor with a certain blonde. She was hanging all over his well toned and muscular body. She'd never felt anything like his abs rubbing against her as she grinding into him. Suddenly she was looking into icy blue eyes and without thinking she wrapped her hands in his white blonde hair and pulled his lips to hers.
Their lips connected and fireworks went off in Ginny's mind. It was amazing. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol talking or not, but she just wanted to get closer to him. Oh my god I'm kissing Malfoy! When does it feel so good and so right? What about Harry? Harry who? I thought I wasn't going to think about him. Ahhhh! What should I do?
Draco parted her lips with his tongue and they deepened the kiss. Ginny forgot where she was until they finally parted and she looked around. She was about to run back to her table and tell Hermione it was time to go when Draco whispered in a husky voice, "Come home with me."
Ginny's resolve was suddenly broken and she replied, "Give me a minute."
She left Draco on the dance floor and headed over to Hermione thinking, Did I just agree to go home with Malfoy! Yes you did! This is going to be amazing! YAY! Ginny was already getting ahead of herself.
"Hermione, I'm leaving. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Oh, okay. Are you okay?" Hermione asked concerned.
"I'm fine. Have fun," Ginny said and walked back to Draco as Hermione turned back to her conversation.
Next thing she knew she was in Draco's arms standing in his bedroom, she guessed at Malfoy Manor. His lips crashed into hers and they once again became lost in each other and what they were feeling.
Ginny's hands started to roam over Draco's muscles and abs. As she reached the buttons to his button down shirt she began to unbutton them. One by one Draco's shirt was undone and then Ginny was pushing it from his shoulders and letting her hands trace over his abs. They were spectacular.
Then her hands made their way to his belt buckle as his lips worked on her neck. The belt was undone and soon so was the zipper and button and Draco was standing there in only his black silk boxers.
Ginny took a step back to take in the sight of Draco Malfoy, 'Slytherin Sex God' in nothing but his boxers. He had a fabulous eight pack set of abs and he was obviously well endowed, Ginny thought as her eyes roamed over the tent in his boxers. She was going to have a lot of fun with him tonight.
She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him, as she kissed her way down his chest and to his 'problem'. She teased him a little and then moved back up to his lips. Draco flipped her over and took control.
After that it was a blur of frenzied pleasure and forgotten memories. Ginny had never felt this good in a long time.
She fell asleep in Draco Malfoy's arms with no idea of what was to come and what would stem from this night. Tonight was about forgetting everything else. A night without consequences.
