XXV : Balloon
Draco didn't know what he should be expecting. Ginny told him to arrive at her flat at eight o'clock sharp and wait in the living-room for her.
So, Draco was sat on the squishy sofa, his coat folded up neatly next to him and a bottle of wine resting on the coffee table.
"Ginny? Are you ready?" He couldn't open the bedroom door, Ginny's annoyed voice warned him away, she had locked the door so the surprise wouldn't be spoiled.
"Give me another minute Draco!" she shouted from behind the closed door.
Draco settled back into the sofa, and tried to imagine what she had planned. If the squeaky noises were anything to go by, he would be the recipient of a short, tight, PVC dress. Just as Draco was trying to decide what he'd prefer more, the naughty nurse or the naughty maid, Ginny's bedroom door swung open to reveal her.
Draco's mouth dropped open, this wasn't anything like he expected.
"I do believe, that you'll find something on the table which will help you," Ginny murmured, slinking towards him.
Glancing down Draco caught sight of the long, sharp needle and picked it up. Taking in Ginny one last time, Draco stood up and eagerly closed the gap between them, armed with his needle and unable to stop the grin that broke out on his face.
After all, it's not every day your girlfriend greets you wearing an outfit of balloons and gives you a pointy needle.
Yay.
I've had this one in my head for a while. I like the idea but I'm not too sure it was executed well. Hmm . . .