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O Virtue in Deed Chapter Three
Ginny:
I wake with a mild hangover.
Then, I roll over and reach out for Draco, only to find that the other side of the bed is empty and cold.
Did he really leave?
I sit up and look around. His wand, robes, and shoes- they're all gone. Stupid as it may seem, I grope under the covers for a note. Anything.
Nada.
Oh, well. This shouldn't bother me, right?
The door opens and Harry walks into the room, and I almost get a heart attack. Surreptitiously casting a glance around to make sure Draco didn't miss anything, I smile invitingly at Harry. "Good morning, love," he says, coming to drop a kiss on my forehead. He is still wearing his Auror robes. Hmmm.
"Good morning."
"I thought we'd do breakfast today, and maybe just laze around in bed. Is that alright?"
"Of course. How about breakfast in bed? Here, come over and relax." I pat the other side of the bed and try not to think about the activities that happened here just hours ago.
Guilt rolls over me in waves, and I feel filthy, sick, ashamed.
When Harry has shucked off his shoes and removed his robes, he climbs into bed and almost puts his arms around me, but I scoot off the bed. "Bacon and eggs good?"
"Yes please, love."
I nod and get out of bed, throw on a bathrobe and walk to the kitchen. In a drawer, I find a quill and a fragment of parchment. D, Harry's here- I write. Don't contact me until I contact you.
Then I sign off with a heart and give it to my owl.
Draco:
Peck. Peck. Peck. Peckpeckpeckpeckpeck-
"FUCK!" I roll over- and immediately open my eyes right into blinding sunshine.
"ARGH! My eyes!" Clutching my face, I almost fall out of bed. Then I slowly unfold myself, get to my feet and open the window. The owl holds its beak out to me then ruffles its feathers and looks at me expectantly.
"Get out of here," I shoo it away absentmindedly and unroll the parchment to read the small green script. Harry here...
Scowling, I crumple up the parchment and toss it into my fire. Perfect Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Annoy-Me. Gah!
I get back into bed and wave my hand at the curtains, which fly shut. Why is it so bright, anyway? This is England, for goodness' sake.
Don't contact me until I contact you. What did the woman think I was? Some sort of bloody ponce that waited around?
And yet.
She owled me for the first time! And suddenly, the birds are chirping, the sunshine's unusually bright. It's a wonderful fucking day.
Merlin!
Should I owl her back, just to piss off the Scarhead? Or even better, pop in unannounced?
My flames turn green, and there is a tiny pop. Then: "Jesus, Malfoy! What the hell?" I quickly cover my dangly bits with the blanket. "What do you want, Zabini?"
"My parents are having a... party tonight. I'd much appreciate your attendance."
"What time?"
"Just come over anytime, Malfoy. It's time you and I had a drink, anyway."
His head disappears from the flames, and I go through my ritual. Shower, brush hair, dress robes. Then I floo over to his place, and the first thing I see is a leggy brunette standing directly in front of the fireplace. "Well, well. Pansy Parkinson."
She smirks at me. "Hello to you too, Draco. And how are you?"
"Drunk. And you?"
"Do you care?"
"Of course, I'm just dying to know how my ex-girlfriend has been doing." I smirk at her. "Just dying!"
To her credit, she snorts and hands me a snifter of something that smells distinctly alcoholic.
"Didn't I say I was drunk already? Where's Zabini?"
"He's around here somewhere."
I survey her for awhile, then relent and give her a hug that surprises both of us. "It's good to see you again, Pansy." I say, sincerely.
She is too shocked to hug me back, but regains her composure in about a split second. It's unnerving.
"Well, it's a good thing you still have your coat on, Draco."
"Oh, why?"
"Because I think hell just froze over." Both of us burst out laughing just as Blaise walks in. "Starting without me, I see." he observes.
"Not quite." Pansy hands him a glass of brandy as well.
After we have taken our first sip, Blaise sets down his brandy. Me, I just tip the whole thing down my throat. I know I'm going to need it.
He looks at me. "So, how's it going with Wonderboy and his girlfriend?"
"It's going fine."
"Do I get a status report?"
"Why should I report to you?" I know I sound arrogant. But Malfoys trump Notts and Zabinis anytime.
He looks annoyed now. "Draco, you know I didn't mean it like that."
"Potter doesn't know that I'm sleeping with his girlfriend, and she thinks I'm just attracted to her." I sneer the last three words as if they aren't true.
"Everything going as planned, then." Pansy looks slightly pissed off. I suddenly get the feeling that I don't want to know why.
"Everything going as planned," I say, and then down my second brandy straight.
It's going to be a long night.
