DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except the story.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Written in response to the "48 Hours" challenge thrown out by Cheelalaucha in the forums. And yes, I still can't get "Three Bloody Years" finished. My muse has disappeared. And yes, I know my "Experiencing Love: 100 Themes" ain't finished yet. This story is quite AU, as I have omitted the fact that the Wizarding World is threatened by Lord Voldemort. The students are just leaving a quite ordinary life- well, as ordinary as magic can be. Thank you to my lovely reviewers.

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Chapter 4

Draco was bored- no, he was very, very bored. He was also very, very confused. Ginny had refused to speak to him after calling him a horrible ass-wipe. For the life of him, Draco just could not figure out what he had said wrong. He had tried to extract some clues from Ginny but the girl could really clam up. She had ignored him for an entire hour, not responding to him at all. Draco was exhausted of ways to get Ginny to talk.

He had tried everything from pleading to her dramatically to throwing out random insults at anything related to her just to get her to respond. And yet, the youngest Weasley remained mulishly mute. He had, for the first time in his very young life, spent an entire hour wondering just what was it that he had said wrong to displease the female Weasley. He shrugged as he thought back about their conversation. He did not think those warranted any cold shoulder from Ginny.

'It would probably take a monkey wrench the size of a Hippogriff just to pry open her mouth,' Draco thought sourly.

"Still refusing to speak to me?" Draco asked aloud. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of Ginny's pursed lips. That was when he decided that he was going to give the last resort a try.

"I'm bored. Are you bored? I get bored very easily. That's why I don't even have one relatively long-lasting relationship. I had twenty-two so-called relationships, though. They lasted no more than a fortnight before I had to kick them out of bed. They were all boring me to tears. Honestly, can't the pretty ones have some sort of intellect? All those scatter-brains could chatter about was gossip."

Draco's eyes flickered towards Ginny for a second to see how she was reacting. There was still no reaction from that end. Never mind, he could go on and on and on.

"How many relationships have you had? I'm sure it's not that many- what with that over-protective prime ape for a brother of yours that skulks in the shadows and chases away any suitors you might have. But I suppose that's a good thing. At least that way you remain innocent of some things. Unless, you managed to do it right under your brother's nose? No, I don't think you would have been able to- not with Granger around all the time as well. You would think she's a lesbian, the way she behaves around you."

Draco could see a vein ticking at Ginny temple.

"Then there's Potter. I think he's gay. He's always staring at me, you know. Every time I turn around I will see him somewhere near me, staring at me. Merlin, he needs to get some. All that sexual repression of his can't be good. I don't want to wake up one morning to find myself tied to a bed and Potter hovering above me, ready to perform some sadomasochistic act. I'm intolerant towards pain, you know."

Draco smiled slightly as he saw Ginny tightening a fist.

"Then again, I think that Granger and your brother are interested in me too. I can see them whispering every time after they've seen me. Merlin knows what they were whispering so excitedly about me. I'm really not too enthusiastic about seeing either one of the trio in their birthday suits. Though, come to think of it, I don't think I'd mind being tied to your bed. You must be nice to wake up to in the morning- even if you like certain sadistic sex games. In fact, I think that just made me horny."

Ginny's chest was heaving as she took deep breaths and let them out slowly. Draco wondered what they would look like under him. Merlin, he had better stop before he had to take care of some business.

"Are you a virgin? I think you are. Don't worry- I have loads of experience, not that I'm bragging. I could teach you a thing or two, if you're interested. It sure will come in handy in future. But I don't think I like the idea of you using the tricks I will be teaching you on some undeserving fool. I shall just keep you in my bed, then."

'Ten... I will not kill the bragging git.'

"However, I would expect my bed-mate to know everything about me. So, let me start you off then. First of all, I sleep on the right side of the bed. I really don't like it when my bed partners try to switch sides with me. I like the right side of the bed better. But the center of the bed with a warm, female body is even better."

'Nine... I will not kill the perverted git.'

"Secondly, I don't like my lovers using my shampoo and soap after. It really puts me off as my shampoo and soap was created especially for me. I don't like people using my things without permission. Just because you're in my bed, doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Not to mention, those custom made shampoo and soap are really expensive. And I don't want my bed-mates smelling like a man. I'm heterosexual, for Merlin's sake!"

'Eight... I will not kill the solely-interested-in-his-own-self git.'

"Thirdly, I like mint and hazel flavoured toothpaste. I absolutely abhor that so-called toothpaste with their artificial fruity flavour. I do not understand how one can brush their teeth in an attempt to clean it with sugar."

'Seven... I will not kill the git who does not know how to appreciate apple-flavoured toothpaste.'

"And, oh yes, I often go commando. However, on very rare occasions such as today, I am a boxers-wearing kind of guy. My boxers must only come in black silk. Here, I'll show you."

'Six... What the hell is he doing?!' Ginny stared in confusion at Malfoy.

Draco was unbuttoning his trousers, about to show Ginny the type of underwear he wore.

'No, wait. Breathe in. Breathe out. Five... Oh fuck it!' Ginny thought as Draco was about to slide his pants down. She squeezed her eyes shut and yelled, "Malfoy!"

"Yes?" Draco was halfway removing his pants and he stopped to look up at her. "While my family name is granted a lot of grace when it passes through your lips, I do prefer it if you would call me Draco, though."

"I do not want to know what your underwear looks like!"

"Are you sure? Cause you were silent just now, so I thought that your silence meant your consent."

"Yes, I'm sure, you pompous ass! I do not want to see you butt-naked!"

"My dear Ginny, I was just about to reveal to you my boxers-clad butt- not my naked backside!" Draco chided, grinning mischievously.

"It's the same thing!"

"No, it's not. Here, let me show you." Draco proceeded to drop his pants to his ankles. "See? Boxers-clad butt." He was tugging at the waistband of his boxers next, dragging it downwards, fully intending to divest himself of the article.

Ginny screamed.

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To be continued...