Written for the Forum Wide Competition at the HPFF Forum

House: Slytherin

Challenge: You have to chose two characters and write a fic where the two of them appear. However one of them must be from your "house".

Author's Note: This is just crazy, over the top fic, I wrote after watching an episode of an Indian Serial "Dill Mill Gaye" which comes on star on. So, this is basically, inspired from there.

Special Thanks to xakemii for the amazing beta work: D

Ginvera Molly Weasley closed the hotel room shut, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. These Muggle shows were always interesting to do. It might seem weird, Ginvera Weasley, performing in Muggle shows, but it was all for a good cause.

"Show was amazing."

She turned around to see who said it, and four Muggle lads were standing behind her. She had the sudden impulse to hit them with a mean stunning spell, but she had no wand, and there were charms put in the hotel by the Ministry of Magic which prevented any use of magic.

"Thank you," she replied instead, making her way out of the corridor.

"Yeah, it was very beautiful and sexy. The show, I mean," one of them said, stepping closer to her.

"If you liked it so much, even you can contribute in our charity. It would really help the future of those children," Ginny replied, turning to face them.

Suddenly one of them came directly in front of her, leering. She had a sudden flashback of Blaise Zabini, trying to do similar things to her in her sixth year at Hogwarts. She pushed it aside, folding her arms and directly facing the goon.

"Why not? Even we want to make ourselves useful to you," he sneered, "What do you say guys,"

"Yeah," The other goons chorused, forming a circle around her.

"That's why we thought, let's drop you home. It's pretty late," he continued.

"It's okay. I will go," she said, now walking away, her heels clicking behind her.

"Hey, don't worry. We will drop you home safely," one of them said, walking behind her.

"You are the one getting worried, not me. Looks like you people feel scared going alone at night. You need a big sister, right?"

"I don't even mind you as a sister, beautiful, if it means you will be alone with me all night,"

As he spoke, she could smell the muggle alcohol from his mouth.

"Are you drunk? But, you kids are not even seventeen yet," she said, trying to look shocked and at the same time, unaffected by them. "Who on the earth served them alcohol?" she continued, looking around, "See, it's very late. You children should go home," she said, pointing her fingers towards them and making her way out.

Suddenly, one of them grabbed her arm from behind. She turned around, bending down and took off her heels. She hit the goon hard with the heel, anger etched on her face.

"How dare you?" he said, tugging hard at her arm.

"You were asking for it," she replied, as another thug came and grabbed her other arm.

"I will tell you how to behave, you bitch."

"What would you tell me, I will bloody tell you. To handle fools like you, even my stilettos are enough,"

"Even we want you to handle us, but with love."

She heard the door behind them being opened, but she stayed where she was.

"Weasley?"

The familiar voice caused her to turn around, and behind her stood, in flesh and blood, Draco Malfoy. It had been three years since she last saw him, but he still looked the same, she noted. His silvery-blond hair were cut short, pasted on his head, his skin pale as ivory, smooth and flawless and his eyes the same shade of grey. But what in the world was he doing here?

"Malfoy?"

He took one look at her, and understood the situation.

"Leave the girl," he said his voice full of arrogance.

"And what would you do if we don't leave her?" the goon replied, twisting Ginny's arm.

Draco grabbed the man's arm, raising his hand to punch the goon straight in the face - SLAM!

Ginny looked at him, and at the man, who had fallen on the floor. "I can take care of myself Malfoy."

With that, she hit the other thug, hard, with her elbow and kicked the third one directly in his private part.

"I don't need your help," She said, punching the goon who had gotten up.

"Suit yourself, Weasley," he replied, turning to leave.

Suddenly, another goon grabbed Ginny from behind pushing her against the wall. Draco turned to look at her, and felt an unfamiliar hand at his shoulder. He turned to see who it was, and as his eyes met those of the drunken Muggle who had been holding Ginny's arm, Draco felt a punch in his stomach.

"Ahhhh!" he shouted, kicking the attacker with all his might.

He then grabbed the hoodlum who had Ginny pushed against the wall, and punched him straight in the face.

"Listen, we can fight later. First, I think we need to get rid of these goons Weasel, even if you are too big a feminist to ask for my help," Draco said, holding the Muggle lad by shoulder and attempting to throw him on the ground.

"And why would you be willing to help me, Malfoy?" Ginny replied, grabbing the goon who had fallen on the sofa and kicking him. "I know everything Malfoy. You are only helping me because I am a pretty - PUNCH - smart - PUNCH - and intelligent - PUNCH - girl, who comes from a family of heroes - PUNCH - and you want me to date you right?" Ginny continued, turning to face him, with her hand on her hip and her finger pointing accusingly at him.

"You have finally lost it, Weasley. I heard the war affects people mentally, but I never knew it affects them this way."

"I know guys like you pretty well," she said, raising her eyebrow.

"What do you mean, guys like me?" Draco replied, looking at her bewildered.

"Enough, okay? Do you really think by doing all this you will impress me?"

Draco pushed her away, as another goon came towards them, and punched him on the cheek. He grabbed the goon's arms, and threw him on the ground, hitting him with his elbow.

He felt himself being seized from behind, and hit the thug with a well-aimed back-kick, punching the one who had came lunging at him. Ginny watched from the corner, smirking. Did Malfoy honestly think she was that stupid? As all the goons hurried past her, looking scared of Malfoy, she made her way towards him.

"Poor you, Malfoy."

"Poor me, Weasley? I think you are forgetting that you are the one who's poor, in both looks and money."

"I might be poor in monetary terms Malfoy, but you are poor in character. By the way, how much money did you pay to those goons?"

"What?"

"Of course. You aren't some James Bond that you will make four guys fall done with one hand. You gave them money to impress me. And that's why they were getting oh-so beaten up. You paid them for it."

WHAT? This girl was utterly mad. Here he had saved her life, or at least, her dignity, and what did he get in return? Comparison with some Muggle bloke. Utterly ridiculous.

"I bloody saved you -"

"You didn't save me, you saved them from me. Otherwise, even my sandal wouldn't have left them alive. If you hadn't come here, they wouldn't have been able to run away. And then, you whole plan would have gone waste."

"Why are you blaming me? How many times have I told you, I do not know these guys,"

"Okay, I believe you," she said, going to sit down on the sofa. She opened the straps of her heels. "But only because they looked more decent than you."

"Are you mad? This is the last time I am saying it, you crazy Weasel, that I don't know these goons,"

"If you don't know them, then what are you doing here, huh? The great Draco Malfoy, in a Muggle hotel, saving the blood traitor Weasley... How ironic!"

"Well, now that you have finally admitted that I did indeed save your life, how about going out on a dinner with me?"

"WHAT!"

This may not be one of my best works, but I do hope you enjoyed it, because I really attempted to write something different :) So do review and let me know :)