This was written for The DG Forum's OSS Drabble Challenge III, in which we were asked to write a fanfic of no more than 300 words inspired by (and using) one of the sentences from the One Sentence Story thread. Mine is taken from Roma's sentence, post #796: Draco had been misled into believing that Ginny would be a token old lady, complete with a cantankerous attitude and thirty-nine cats.
Enjoy!
Of Spinsters and Bachelors
Draco had been misled into believing that Ginny would be a token old lady, complete with a cantankerous attitude and thirty-nine cats. What he saw, however, was a goddess in black, complete with an alluring smile, legs to die for, and no trace of any feline creatures. Needless to say, he was feeling a little lost for words.
"Something wrong?" Ginny asked, noticing his confusion.
"I don't understand," Draco muttered. "I thought you were supposed to be some demon spinster who likes to use her knitting needles as weapons or something."
Her eyes narrowed. "Have you been talking to Bobby? Because it was only the one time I stabbed him with my knitting needle, and whatever he might claim, he did deserve it."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Right."
Perhaps he wasn't so wrong with his first assessment—at least concerning the cantankerous attitude.
"What do you want, anyway?" Ginny demanded, looking at him more suspiciously.
"Luna and Blaise's wedding. They want us to go to the party together, since we're best man and bridesmaid. Remember?"
Ginny gave a laboured sigh. "Wonderful. I'm going to be stuck with the biggest man-whore in England for a whole night."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, don't give me that offended look. You know damn well you sleep with every beautiful woman you come across. But you're wasting your time with me, Malfoy. I don't care who you are, so you'd better keep your hands where they belong, or I may just bring out those knitting needles, after all."
"Don't flatter yourself, Weasley. I'm not interested in you."
"Really?" she responded, sickly sweet. "So why is it that you can't keep your eyes off me?"
Draco could think of no retort, and could only glower. Maybe she was the spinster of nightmares, after all.