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IV: Quills
Blaise Zabini was a peacock feather. Ostentatious and bold, expensive and classy, he was the embodiment of "I'm rich and not afraid to show it." Ginny liked to imagine that his fingers were tiny blue-green fronds of a lavish quill as they skittered across her skin leaving goose bumps in their wake, ticking her inside and out.
Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, was different. She pictured him as more traditional, wearing that old money aura like a thick fur-lined cape. For that reason, he was probably an eagle feather. It was also no coincidence that the harder vane feathers of an eagle quill matched the way his precisely manicured nails would dig deliciously into her backside.
As for her . . . well, she was probably a well-worn goose feather, used again and again until the vane feathers had separated and clumped together and patches of the down feathers had fallen off like bits of cotton.
"Ginevra," said a chiding voice.
She half-turned before silk-encased arms trapped her in place and she leaned backwards without thinking, the familiarity of the action more like habit than anything.
"We told you we could buy you a new quill," said a second voice like chocolate dripping into her ear that caused a blush to streak across her cheeks.
"You don't have to stand her mooning like a penniless waif anymore," said the first voice, a hair's breadth away from the chocolaty voice.
Guiltily, Ginny tore her gaze away from the quills displayed in the window and towards the two men who were standing quite comfortably close.
"I don't want you to buy a new one, though," she answered them, predicting the way Blaise's eyes would roll dramatically and Draco's lips would tighten ever-so-slightly. Long exposure to someone allows for a certain amount of foresight when it comes to their actions.
"Why not?" Blaise questioned in cocoa-thick tones.
She didn't want to buy a new quill because quills, to her, held much greater significance than simple writing utensils. Trading in her little beat-up goose quill for a sleek swan quill (already decided by Draco because of that "rubbish story" he'd read in Muggle Studies about the ducks) would finalize the separation from her old life to her new one—the one with Draco and Blaise in it.
Did she really care that much?
"Fine. I guess you can buy me a new one."
Total words: 400.
A/N: Still behind, as you can see. And I hardly got any reviewing done, either! Or review replies. Yikes!
This is going to be really difficult to continue writing my other stuff (AKA Broken Mirrors) while doing this challenge. I need encouragement!
Your reviews make this daily suffering worthwhile, too. Thank you. :)
Roma
P.S. I wasn't all that happy with this drabble, either. *frowns*
