oh no!!!!!! I haven't updated since the summer!!! AHHHHHHH I AM SO SORRY!
(the three people that read this I'm sure will be very angry)
Also I am bored. It's spring semester and i obviously want to fail all my classes so I will begin updating again. But I won't make any promises.
REVIEW even though I left you guys
jk rowling owns it all
Draco was stunned. He was sitting at bar to one of muggle London's clubs and he had no idea how he'd gotten there. He looked down for a clue but was met only by the sight of some drink, some muggle drink that tasted…he sampled the liquid…disgusting.
"How's it taste?" the woman clinging to his right asked.
Draco sipped the drink again and suppressed a shiver. "It's…nice." How the hell was he supposed to know what to say in these situations? He had never been in one before. But he was mesmerized. "I'm sorry," he was surprised his words were coming out strung together so he stopped and started again. "I'm sorry, but I swear I've seen you before." Draco leaned closer to the girl and had to hold on to the counter to not fall on her. I guess I'm used to firewhiskey, not this muggle shit, he thought.
The woman didn't miss a beat although Draco was sure he'd told her that same thing many times that evening. "That's because we're in each other's dreams," she said, making something up with a smile. "We're soul mates, eh?" She giggled, trying to give the appearance of flirting but even as drunk as he was Draco could see something click in the back of her eyes.
"What was that?" he asked, pointing into her eyes.
The red head just laughed and helped him put his glass up to his lips. "Just drink up, honey," she said sweetly, watching the scotch disappear down his throat for the eighth time that evening. "Just drink up and then I can give you a surprise."
Draco's nose was burning as he put his glass down. "What kind of surprise? You're really familiar…" he hiccupped. "And pretty…"
His companion smiled and whispered "Finally." She helped him up and out of the bar and together they stumbled back to Draco's apartment.
"Whasmyprize?" the tall blonde Man whispered heavily into Ginny's face.
She tried not to roll her eyes. It always happened like this. Six months and she should be used to it. She put her smile back on. "Me," she said coyly as he finally got his keys to unlock his door. She smirked at the Man's open mouth and led him inside of his own apartment, scanning the room for the bed. It was right in front of her. "Well," Ginny said to herself. "That was easier than I thought."
She turned to the Man and let the Girl Below take over. "Come here baby," the Girl purred. "Come tell me what you like." The Girl sat down on the bed and motioned to the space beside her. "Come here," the Girl said again. The Man was just staring at her, not moving.
"I swear…" he mumbled, swaying and looking pale. Paler, Ginny decided from the backseat of her mind.
The Girl Below decided to speed things up. "Never done this before? That's alright, let Ginger show you how."
She jumped when he yelled. "That's it! I do know you. You're Ginn-" Before the Man could finish his sentence; he rushed to this sink and vomited into the shallow basin. "Fuck, that stuff smells bloody awful," she heard him mutter into his own bile.
But Ginny was shaking. The Girl Below had retreated as soon as this Man had begun to say her old name. How? She asked herself wildly. How does he know? I've been careful, I've been quiet, I've been- Ginny stopped. She looked up.
He was standing upright again and he was wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Bloody awful muggle drink…"
Ginny froze. Her entire body felt like it was light and dizzy, like it no longer belonged to her. All her muscles were clenched in raw fear and surprise. That word… Ginny hadn't heard that word in a very long time.
She stood up abruptly; bringing the attention of someone she never thought she'd see again back to her.
"Don't go," he said. "I know you, Weasley, right? Ginny Weasley?" He staggered closer to her and she inched to the door. "I haven't seen our kind in ages." He paused, squinting. "What happened to you?"
She turned quickly and opened the door. He grabbed her wrist. "Don't go, it's me, don't you remember? It's me, Drac-"
He heard something spray into his eyes before he felt it. He let her arm go out of surprise rather than pain and then he felt it. "What is that?" he yelled. But somewhere outside of his mind he heard the door slam in his pepper-sprayed face.
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