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If Draco had expected to be simply escorted to the bathroom, he had another think coming. Ginny was by his side through the whole embarrassing ordeal. She sat by him on the cold tile floor as he retched, pressing a cold wash cloth to the back of his neck.
After around fifteen minutes, he collapsed onto the ground. Ginny smoothed his hair back from his sweaty temples. "Draco?"
"Mhmm?" He answered into the tile.
"As much as I'm loving the whole 'drunken bonding' thing we've got going on, I think that it would do us both a great lot of good if we got cleaned up."
He turned slightly so that he was facing her. "How do you propose we do that?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure the shower would be the best bet."
"Aren't we a smart-ass this morning," Draco drawled. "What I was referring to was the fact that I'm not particularly mobile at the moment."
"I helped you get to the bathroom, I'm pretty sure I can help you stand up for a shower," she offered.
"As fun as a game of "hide the scrub brush" would be, I'm pretty sure this isn't the time."
"Oh come off it," Ginny argued. "I've we both strip down to our underclothes, we'll still be more covered up that we are in bathing suits."
"Perhaps I swim in the raw..."
"We're sitting here covered in vomit and you're arguing about semantics?"
Draco thought about her proposal for a moment. "Good point."
After a great deal of awkwardness, Draco and Ginny were at last standing in the shower. Actually, Draco was leaning against the back wall of the shower and Ginny was standing.
"You're looking pale again," Ginny said while scrunching up her nose. "Do we need to go back to the toilet?"
"No, just give me a minute."
"You're never going to get clean if you lean where the water can't reach you."
"Just give me a minute," Draco bit off. "Wash your hair or something."
"Okay," she said as she reached for the shampoo bottle. "Tell me if you need to get out though."
Ginny poured a liberal amount of shampoo into her hand and began lathering her hair up. "You know, I'm beginning to like this shampoo blend you have. Rosemary and lavender, isn't it?"
"Yeah," he ground out. His headache was killing him and making polite conversation wasn't exactly a high priority at the moment.
"It's a pretty common blend. I've always found it a little overpowering, but this blend seems to be much less threatening," Ginny rattled on. "Soap is really the only thing I splurge on. I'm so sensitive about smells, that I can't stand most things. I usually use things with rose oil in them, because it's so diluted that it never smells too much."
"Mhmm."
"Ready?"
"For what?"
Ginny cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not joking." She took his hand, and guided him under the stream of water. His legs buckled beneath him and he faltered.
"Let's sit," she suggested with a small smile.
He didn't argue, just nodded his head a little bit. Slowly, she eased the both of them onto floor of the shower, with her sitting behind him. She washed his hair as he lay limply against her.
"Ginny?" His voice was very soft and faraway. "I'm tired."
"Let's brush our teeth, then go to bed."
Even though she'd been sleeping straight for the majority of the past two days, Ginny was more than willing to tumble back into bed. Draco had crawled into bed immediately after changing into dry pajama pants That particular endeavor had taken an inordinate amount of time, because although Ginny had promised not to peek, he insisted on dressing himself. She smoothed the bed clothes and then filled the water glass from the night stand. Shards of glass twinkled by the fireplace, and she decided to deal with the mess when she woke up.
She slipped into the unoccupied side of the bed. Here eyelids shut and her mind drifted. Moments later, she was almost asleep when a warm arm curled about her waist.
Draco pulled her to him, and his warm breath stirred the downy hair near her ear. Figuring he was dreaming, she briefly considered pulling away, but then decided against it. Snuggling closer into his embrace, she drifted towards dreamland.
Somewhere in her dream, or his, or perhaps in reality, he kissed the back of her neck and murmured, "thank you."
Questions for me about where this is going? Put it in the REVIEW.
If Draco had expected to be simply escorted to the bathroom, he had another think coming. Ginny was by his side through the whole embarrassing ordeal. She sat by him on the cold tile floor as he retched, pressing a cold wash cloth to the back of his neck.
After around fifteen minutes, he collapsed onto the ground. Ginny smoothed his hair back from his sweaty temples. "Draco?"
"Mhmm?" He answered into the tile.
"As much as I'm loving the whole 'drunken bonding' thing we've got going on, I think that it would do us both a great lot of good if we got cleaned up."
He turned slightly so that he was facing her. "How do you propose we do that?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure the shower would be the best bet."
"Aren't we a smart-ass this morning," Draco drawled. "What I was referring to was the fact that I'm not particularly mobile at the moment."
"I helped you get to the bathroom, I'm pretty sure I can help you stand up for a shower," she offered.
"As fun as a game of "hide the scrub brush" would be, I'm pretty sure this isn't the time."
"Oh come off it," Ginny argued. "I've we both strip down to our underclothes, we'll still be more covered up that we are in bathing suits."
"Perhaps I swim in the raw..."
"We're sitting here covered in vomit and you're arguing about semantics?"
Draco thought about her proposal for a moment. "Good point."
After a great deal of awkwardness, Draco and Ginny were at last standing in the shower. Actually, Draco was leaning against the back wall of the shower and Ginny was standing.
"You're looking pale again," Ginny said while scrunching up her nose. "Do we need to go back to the toilet?"
"No, just give me a minute."
"You're never going to get clean if you lean where the water can't reach you."
"Just give me a minute," Draco bit off. "Wash your hair or something."
"Okay," she said as she reached for the shampoo bottle. "Tell me if you need to get out though."
Ginny poured a liberal amount of shampoo into her hand and began lathering her hair up. "You know, I'm beginning to like this shampoo blend you have. Rosemary and lavender, isn't it?"
"Yeah," he ground out. His headache was killing him and making polite conversation wasn't exactly a high priority at the moment.
"It's a pretty common blend. I've always found it a little overpowering, but this blend seems to be much less threatening," Ginny rattled on. "Soap is really the only thing I splurge on. I'm so sensitive about smells, that I can't stand most things. I usually use things with rose oil in them, because it's so diluted that it never smells too much."
"Mhmm."
"Ready?"
"For what?"
Ginny cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not joking." She took his hand, and guided him under the stream of water. His legs buckled beneath him and he faltered.
"Let's sit," she suggested with a small smile.
He didn't argue, just nodded his head a little bit. Slowly, she eased the both of them onto floor of the shower, with her sitting behind him. She washed his hair as he lay limply against her.
"Ginny?" His voice was very soft and faraway. "I'm tired."
"Let's brush our teeth, then go to bed."
Even though she'd been sleeping straight for the majority of the past two days, Ginny was more than willing to tumble back into bed. Draco had crawled into bed immediately after changing into dry pajama pants That particular endeavor had taken an inordinate amount of time, because although Ginny had promised not to peek, he insisted on dressing himself. She smoothed the bed clothes and then filled the water glass from the night stand. Shards of glass twinkled by the fireplace, and she decided to deal with the mess when she woke up.
She slipped into the unoccupied side of the bed. Here eyelids shut and her mind drifted. Moments later, she was almost asleep when a warm arm curled about her waist.
Draco pulled her to him, and his warm breath stirred the downy hair near her ear. Figuring he was dreaming, she briefly considered pulling away, but then decided against it. Snuggling closer into his embrace, she drifted towards dreamland.
Somewhere in her dream, or his, or perhaps in reality, he kissed the back of her neck and murmured, "thank you."