Prompt Twenty-Eight: Spilt Milk
Word Count: 267
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The first words that Ginny Weasley thought when she awoke were, "This is a mistake.", and it was. She shouldn't have slept with Draco Malfoy. She shouldn't have let him dance with her and she shouldn't have let him kiss her and she sure as hell shouldn't have let him sleep with her. The war might have been over but people still held grudges. You just couldn't forget everything that had happened to you before it, how people had treated you... Yes, she thought, confirming every thought running through her mind. It was a mistake, one that she couldn't correct.
She frowned. She wasn't used to their being things that she couldn't fix. She always knew the answer, always knew how to make people feel better, but this was beyond her reach. She couldn't change the past. She frowned again. Maybe she should go ask Hermione for one of those Time-Turners and then just go back and make herself not sleep with Draco.
Nah. That was too drastic... Besides, she wasn't sure she would have stopped him. She stretched out, feeling her muscles scream in protest and not caring. The sex was great.
She felt him shift beside her and she rolled her eyes. What was that Muggle term? No use crying over spilled juice? She frowned. No, that didn't sound right... It was milk, right? Yeah... No use crying over spilled milk. She smiled slightly and pulled out another Muggle saying: Time to face the music.
And with that she turned over and shoved on Draco's chest to wake him up.
