Chapter 9: So Unsexy
"Why did I have to play with the faucets? I could have simply run water, but instead I start turning on random faucets and there were bubbles and they don't make sense at all and then I ran and hid under my blankets and Draco saved me and I hugged him.
"I HUGGED HIM? No wonder he looked bemused- which, I must say, is a very good look for him.
"Breathe, Ginny, breathe. There are no bubbles and Draco isn't close enough for you to be hyperventilating. Alright, I'm fine. Breathe in, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.
"That was, by far, the most embarrassing thing that could have happened, but at least it's over with and he didn't laugh.
"Although maybe he just waited to laugh until he got to his room. I must investigate."
So she disengaged herself from the blanket and walked into his room, expecting to see him doubled over, tears rolling down his cheeks, arms wrapped around himself, but surprisingly enough, he wasn't there. So she walked over to the painting of the two cats and said the password. Inside was a sight she would not forget.
Draco was up to his chin in bubbles, singing along to a song that seemed to almost emerge from the water.
"I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful, so unloved for someone so fine. I can feel so boring for someone so interesting, so ignorant for someone of sound mind."
His eyes were closed and he bobbed his head to the music, while Ginny stood there in amazement before laughing loudly.
"What the bloody hell are you doing in here?" Draco seemed more annoyed at being interrupted than embarrassed, not even checking to see that the bubbles covered him entirely.
"Well? What are you laughing at? Do stop laughing, it's not becoming of a young lady. Unless you don't intend to become a lady and would rather come ravish me in my bath which I would happily rid of bubbles for you."
Her guffaws stopped short and her mouth gaped open at his open invitation.
"Oh, we can do that, too, if you'd like."
Her mouth snapped shut and her hand flew up to cover it, her eyes bulging, her cheeks reddening more by the second.
He was bad. He was very, very, very bad. And he was very good at it.
"Wait just one minute," she thought, "I caught him singing in a tub full of bubbles and yet, he acts as though things are perfectly normal and takes the chance to proposition me. And I actually thought about it. What would Jeanette do?"
So Ginny did what Jeanette would do: she walked over to the tub, started removing her clothes, and said, "Those bubbles better be gone when I'm done undressing."
So it's been a while, hasn't it? If this is too different from my original stuff, I'm sorry, but I can't go back in time to the place where my writing was what it was, so you're stuck with this. I reread the entire story last night before I started writing again, and I hope it's alright.
Love, Myth
