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Eddie was feeling quite redeemed when he left the hotel and started walking back towards his house. He knew two things.
One, that Ginny liked him very much. Although they hadn't touched upon the subject of her being involved with Potter yet…Eddie still knew.
Two, that while he didn't really like her, he could probably sleep with her, and at least it would give him something fun to do until she left. Then he would have kept an eye on her and had sex. Two birds…he thought happily, unaware of his watcher in the shadows.
Eddie picked up his pace as he rounded the brightly lit street into a more domestic part of town, eager to fall asleep. But someone had other plans for him.
Draco Malfoy had decided to make his move, tonight, of all nights, when he was especially drunk. He stepped out from the shadows, behind Eddie, which damped the dramatic effect quite a lot because Eddie didn't notice him until Draco called out.
"Hey, Rikka. What's up, I've come for that drink." Eddie whipped around, surprised but not scared.
"Hello, Malfoy, I have to say, I didn't think you would take me up on that offer, especially so soon and…at such a time." Eddie stopped walking, allowing the stumbling Draco to catch up.
"Yeah, well…" Draco was annoyed at how well Eddie recovered from the shock of meeting him in a dark street. If shocked at all. He didn't look like he had been scared… "I was just out in the…neighborhood and I couldn't help you notice with the Weasley girl. I mean help notice you." Draco tried not to laugh. But Eddie did.
"What do mean following me?"
"Following you?" Draco spluttered, badly masking his anxiety of being found out so soon. "I wasn't following you. But what were you doing with her anyway?"
Eddie sighed, already tired of this game. "I told you yesterday. I need to keep an eye on her so she doesn't tell the authorities or the public about who we really are. And that includes you by the way so I am doing you a bit of a favor." Eddie knew Draco was probably to loaded yesterday to remember.
"Yeah, so?" Draco had stopped walking under a street lamp so he could better see his contender. "That is my life you are ruining. Do you understand? MY life and I don't want you screwing it up again, just the way you all did before."
Eddie had no idea what he was talking about. This drunken blonde upstart was beginning to really agitate him. Nothing like his parents…
"What the hell are you talking about, Malfoy. I'm just going to watch her then maybe fuck her and then she'll be on her way. I didn't know you were such a…how do you say it? A prude."
Draco was taken aback and actually took a few steps in the other direction, more out of necessity of maintaining balance than anything else. "No. No, it's you who doesn't understand. I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I was young, and neither does she. She doesn't know who you are!" Draco was bent over pointing the bottle at Eddie when it dawned on the healer.
"You like her don't you?"
Draco straightened up, gathering back some semblance of his older, more sober, self. "No. No, I do not."
Eddie was trying not to laugh. "Yes you do, it makes sense, come Malfoy admit it. Why would you be defending a defender of mudbloods in this way if you did not have feelings for her?"
Draco blinked slowly. "You said that too fast but I don't like her or mudbloods alright? Just stay away from her."
"I won't." Eddie began to see just how entertaining the next week of his life would be. A fellow Death Eater in love with the hot girl he would fuck right under his nose. Oh this was perfect; it gave him a sense of purpose like he felt from the old days. "And I don't believe this nonsense about you not liking her because your actions prove otherwise." And with that, he disapparated.
Draco sat down next to the lamppost and as a result, smashed his bottle. "I really am sorry," he said to the lamp. "I didn't mean for this to happen, for you to get contaminated too." He tried to sop up the liquid from the lamp's base with his wand. When that didn't work he took off his sweatshirt and laid it on the ground. "Maybe I can clean this up." He sat a little straighter. "Maybe I can fix it."
He tried to disapparate to his shack but only succeeded in making it as far as the Gringotts hotel's beach. Confused as to why he was here, and without a sweatshirt, he lay down in the sand and closed his eyes, determined to find out where he was in the morning.
Ginny woke up rather early the next morning despite her late night. She blamed it on the alcohol; she always woke up earlier than usual if she had been drinking. Even if it only was a couple of drinks.
She sighed and stretched quietly, trying not to wake Daly. She had forgotten to close the curtains leading out to her room's balcony and after making herself a coffee she retired to the balcony and, for her owl's sake, shut the blinds firmly behind her. Settling into her chair she let her mind wander over her night she had which had the potential of ending so badly.
Settling back into the chaise she let her eyes close as she thought of her family and how much they would enjoy being here…
"Oi!" A shout caused Ginny's eyes to fly open. "You don't belong here, are you a guest?" She went to the balcony and looked down the short three story distance to a hotel worker and someone passed out on the sand below.
Embarrassed for the someone, Ginny retreated back to her chair when she heard a voice that ruined the rest of her morning. "My parents essentially own this island so yes, I would say I'm a guest. But isn't that what you put on your brochures? 'Everyone's a guest' bullshit?"
Ginny ran to the balcony and looked down again. Sure enough, Draco Malfoy in all the glory of a hangover was being unceremoniously pulled off the beach by a security wizard of the hotel.
He looked so stupid that she had to stifle a laugh. Hearing this, Draco looked up. "In fact, there's my wife now." Ginny's mouth dropped open. "Hello wife-y dearest!" Draco was waving quite jovially up at her that she looked up to the next balcony to see if there was another girl hanging over a railing. Satisfied that she was alone, Ginny turned back to the scene below her, astonished and completely at a loss for words.
"Ginerva, darling, be a dear and tell the nice man I just wanted to sleep out underneath the stars last night."
Ginny almost gagged. "Stars! Really!" But Draco interrupted the already almost mute girl.
"See, just like she said, stars." He grinned at the man so widely, Ginny couldn't help but giggle.
The security wizard looked between the odd pair for a moment then walked way complaining about the early hour of the day. Ginny watched him go and when she returned her eyes to where Draco had been standing a moment before, she was met with nothing but empty sand, with footprints leading towards away from the hotel.
Crashing through the blinds, she woke Daly up and in her furious rush to leave the room, didn't even apologize.
Draco cursed his stupidity and his fondness for rum and his stupidity again. He brought his walk up almost to a jog, he wanted out of the vicinity so fast. What the hell was that, Draco? He was sober now, and kept his questions to himself in his head. Under her window too, of all the places…
He heard footsteps behind him and thought it was the security wizard back with reinforcements. He whirled around, wand out, but instead was met by the sight of Ginny Weasley, coming to goat no doubt. But a second glance at her made him bite his lip with laughter.
Ginny's red hair was very messy and she was barefoot in pajama bottoms that looked like a hand-me-down from one of her brothers, a ratty tank top all capped off with a cheesy bathrobe from the hotel. "Jesus, weasel, you sounded like a whole bunch of security wizards to me, you run like a pack of elephants. How about pushing back the plate once in a while, eh?"
Ginny let this insult slide off her. "A bit paranoid, are we Malfoy? Why are you so afraid this morning, drunken debauchery not go right last night? Why weren't you with a girl? Or were you and now you can't find her?" Alright Ginny, that was lame, Draco thought, but he smiled in spite of himself.
"Don't smirk at me, Malfoy. I don't want you on this island anymore than you want me on this island so let's agree that it's big enough to allow us to avoid each other for the rest of our stay here, deal?"
Draco sensed an end to their conversation and for some reason, his mouth wanted to prolong it. "What if I decided to stay forever?" He announced, childishly.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Congrats if you do, I don't care, I'm only here for about a week more so I'll be out of your greasy hair soon." Draco's stomach did a flip.
"So soon?" he asked, thinking of Rikka.
"Yeah," Ginny said suspiciously. "So sorry to disappoint."
"Oh no," Draco said, way too happily. "Not disappointing at all." He knew he was being far too cheerful to be smooth but he didn't care.
Ginny watched her enemies retreating back and thought it too good of an opportunity to miss. She fired a Bat Bogey Hex at Draco and enjoyed his animalistic shrieks until she was out of earshot and back in her hotel room, petting a still ruffled Daly.
