LII : Corner
"You 'ave me in a corner Mister 'armang, I see no way out of zis. Though, perhaps, I can interest you in something? Something that will make you change your mind?" Ginny looked up between her eyelashes up at the broodingly handsome man.
"I think we may be able to come to an . . . arrangement." His voice darkened with lust and he seized her waist, pulling her towards him.
"Mister 'armang, I think zis is zee perfect arrangem'nt." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Take me now!" she ordered, and he was just leaning down to take her lips when a voice rang out: "Cut!"
They dropped from their almost embrace immediately and made their way over to their seats. Dropping down, Ginny grabbed the offered water and watched as her leading man had his face touched up.
For a moment they were alone.
"This script is horrendous," Draco commented. "Why are we doing this again?"
Ginny sighed, remembering how she asked herself the very same thing. "It's in our contracts."
"This suave evil business man stuff's getting old."
"At least you aren't essentially a porn star," Ginny grumbled.
"You're not a porn star! You've had an emotionally abusing childhood and now use sex as a weapon to move up in the world and protect your heart."
"Oh yes, I had forgotten the emotionally abusing childhood."
"And at least you don't have four ex-wives to support." Draco pointed out, feeling as annoyed as he would be if he did actually have four ex-wives to support.
"Five actually," Ginny corrected.
"Where'd that one come from?" Draco asked, sure that he hadn't divorced his fifth wife yet.
"She's about to walk in on us and discover your playboy ways."
Draco's reply was cut off by the frantic waving of their director. "Back to the grind again."
They crossed the floor and took up their roles again, Draco holding Ginny in the throes of passion, and Ginny backed into a corner with her legs wrapped around her soon to be lover.
Soon to be on screen perhaps, but lover already when the cameras stopped rolling.
