YAy! another update!!!
by this rate I will really have no life!!! :)
Also, i know it's kinda short but since the last one was so long...
I OWN NOTHING DAMN IT
Draco woke up first. Something was tickling his nose.
Moving his head to look down at the source of the nuisance, he froze.
Ginny's hair was the source. Hair that was attached to a head whose nose was buried into Draco's chest. Her hands were tucked up under her chin, elbows folded tightly across her chest to better allow her to get closer to Draco's body.
About to shout something in order to wake her up, Draco saw that his arms were cradling her and that a blanket was drawn up over half of their bodies.
Draco then remembered what had happened the previous night and slowly, cautiously began to unravel his arms from around Ginny's body.
He swore under his breath as she began to stir.
Blinking her eyes, Ginny looked up at Draco, confused. A frown was deepening its way across her face and Draco wanted to prevent getting yelled at so he quickly defended himself.
"I'm sorry." He said in a rush. "I didn't-I mean, nothing-I'm sorry I just woke up this way." He watched Ginny warily as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked good even when she was tired-Don't start that Draco! He told himself firmly.
Her frown deepened as her eyes retreated into memory. Draco practically could see her mind remembering what had happened.
"Why are you here?" Ginny finally managed to spit out, rudely.
Suddenly, Draco didn't think she looked so cute anymore.
"I'm here because you asked me to stay. Last night." Draco couldn't believe she didn't remember. Or didn't want to. Either way, he was getting defensive. "You asked me to and you were in no state to stay by yourself-"
Ginny interrupted. "Who the hell are you to decide what state I'm in or not?" she raised her voice a little, edging on the hysterical.
Draco stared at her for a moment, then snapped out of it. "You know what, weasel? I'm sick and tired of your fucking attitude. At school and now, it's all the same to me. Here I go out of my way to help a Gryffindor of all people and you get all fucking uppity about it. So just…fuck you. You're so pathetic you can't even admit that I did you a damn favor. All you do is just hurl it back in my face. Great, you're welcome. I am so glad I helped you."
Draco stood up and crossed the room shaking with anger. Wrenching open the door he held onto the knob, twisting his body around to yell at her one last time.
"Just because you're pretty, doesn't mean that everyone is going to hurt you. And you can't go around treating people like they owe you one, just because you're so wrapped up in your little problems. A lot of people have it way worse than you, some snotty princess who is only worried about what to wear to the beach tomorrow!"
And with that, Draco slammed the door violently, earning a disgruntled hoot from Daly.
Ginny was left sitting up on the bed, mouth open so wide her jaw protested.
Draco stalked down the streets, ignoring the looks he earned as a hulking figure in black striding violently away from the hotel, anger hot on his heels.
What the fuck was I thinking, staying overnight? She just used me for comfort and I fell right into it.
He stopped at the bank, glaring up at the shiny plaque that held his parents names on the donation list.
Draco walked closer to the metal plate and held his hands flat against the rectangle, looking up, then he placed his forehead to the cool surface and closed his eyes.
I can't imagine anyone of reputable status associating with her or her family. Especially mine, especially me. By being the blood traitor she is she practically deserves people like Rikka, preying on her weakness-
He wanted to bash his head repeatedly and with a steady rhythm against the wall.
Why am I so attracted to the blood traitor Weasley girl?
Sighing he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders by him finally being honest to himself. He tried saying it out loud.
"I am attracted to the Weasley girl," he muttered into the metal plate. He felt his mood lighten.
"I am attracted," he said louder, straightening up. "To Ginny Weasely." His heart felt very buoyant all of a sudden and he took off down the street with a lot less meanace than he had started out with.
Still, this was a problem. She was a Weasley for Merlin's sake, although she didn't seem as retarded as the rest of her brothers. She was actually quite funny at times, witty, not the kind of rude humor the twins seemed to be so fond of.
No, Draco thought. She's a bit more sophisticated than the rest of them. I bet it hast to do with her liking photography. She's an artist.
Reaching his shack, Draco looked around as if startled by his modest to poor surroundings.
Why am I trying to convince myself she is worth something? He asked himself, walking around the tiny room, cleaning up as best he could. She is worth nothing, even with all those attributes.
As Draco vanished empty bottles with a flick of his wand, he realized that he wasn't in any position to judge.
Just look at where I'm living for evidence. He made a noise that in a less attractive man would be called a snort.
Still, I am a Malfoy. There are certain…standards that we must uphold.
He made his way over to his mattress and looked down on the miserable thing.
Merlin, I sound like my father.
Lying down on the lumpy box spring, Draco noted that it was a lot more comfortable in Ginny's bed.
He had barely gotten comfortable when his door exploded inward with a bang and a cloud of smoke.
Caught completely by surprise, Draco scrambled up, fumbling for his wand. He cast a hasty Dissillusionment charm over his body before the smoke cleared.
Eddie, Bingham and Rolfton were coughing in the doorway as the dust settled. Eddie was the first one to move into the space, wand outstretched.
Bingham followed and after a quick look around he asked, "Isn't he supposed to be here? Eddie I thought you said you saw him enter."
Draco had no problem guessing who the 'he' was in this situation.
Eddie ground his teeth. "I did. He must still be here with some sort of invisibility spell or something." His eyes roamed wildly about the shack, looking for any sign of movement. Draco held perfectly still.
"Ah well," Bingham stated, losing interest. "Let's just burn the place. It won't make a difference because if we see him again, we'll just kill him, come on, let's go." Bingham retreated with Rolfton following.
Eddie hesitated before he left, eyes lingering on the spot where Draco stood crouched on the mattress. "If you're here, Malfoy," Eddie spat. "You are no longer welcome here." The healer exited and Draco heard him starting the incantation for fire before he apparated to the strip of private beach.
Draco was glad to be alone then. He had plenty to think about.
Ginny had a lot to think about as well.
After getting over the shock of waking up to Malfoy in her bed, she had tried thinking about Eddie. But as she lay there, alone on her bed, she found that it was too painful to think about, even with Daly there, offering his support.
She didn't feel like doing anything, although she certainly didn't want to stay lying in bed all day.
Stroking Daly, she brought her head close to the owl as he butted up against her nose in comfort.
"Want to go for a walk with me? Down the beach?" Ginny grinned as Daly hooted.
She gestured to the open balcony and said, "I'll meet you down there."
With Daly soaring around her head and the soft sand at her feet, Ginny and her owl traveled far down the beach that originated at the hotel.
The pair wandered slowly down the white sands for many miles before they found a jagged strip of rocks jutting out into the water. Hopping on one large rock at the beginning of the formation, Ginny balanced her weight expertly as she leapt from rock to rock.
She slowed as the rocks started to disappear into the sea, each one becoming a little more slippery with the ocean spray.
Reaching the last rock she could manage to get both feet on, Ginny enjoyed the sight that sprawled out before her.
The sun was at its zenith and its rays bounced off the water, dazzling Ginny's eyes. Palm trees growing close to the water tickled the lapping waves with their drooping leaves and small, magnificently colored fish darted to and fro just beneath the surface of the ocean.
Ginny bent to hug her knees and thought that it was such a shame that she had forgotten her camera.
"In fact," she mumbled out loud to herself. "I have hardly taken any pictures on this trip."
Tears welled up, and her throat caught, threatening to betray the stowed away emotion that she had yet to express.
"And that's the whole reason my family sent me here!" The tiniest thing, not even related to the Eddie situation, set the girl off.
Heaving sobs racked her body as the girl let herself cry it out.
Hugging her knees tighter, Ginny lost track of time, crying on top of the rocks.
Finally, when her legs started to cramp, did Ginny try and get a hold of herself, breathing deeply and standing up on wobbly feet.
Sniffing, she realized she was soaked with ocean spray and she gave a watery chuckle. Turning on her heel, she began hopping from rock to rock again, towards the shore, looking for Daly as she did so.
She found the owl perched in a palm tree, trying to befriend a parrot.
"Come on you," Ginny said, fondly. "It's time to go back."
Daly hooted reluctantly but soared after his mistress when she set off back towards her hotel room.
When they reached the building, Ginny gestured again towards the balcony. "Go on, I'll meet you up there again."
Her stomach rumbled as she climbed the stairs, reminding her of reality.
Once I change out of these wet clothes, I can go get lunch. She thought, turning the key to her door.
Ginny opened her door to the loud hoots of her owl and to an intruder sitting in one of the chairs.
"I'm sorry," Draco Malfoy said, fighting off her owl. "I had no where else to go."