Hihiz! Yes, I forgot all about the Quidditch stuff, I'm adding it this
chapter. ^_^
Oh, and if this chapter is a lil short, I'm sorry!!!
Thanks to: cute-crazy-chick1//angelic_pen//dama*queen//Arella Hallo//Missy//AtrueSlytherin//August//and maranwe for reviewing! (If I misspelled anything, I'm sorry)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or the book Princess Nevermore. Thank you very much. Haha.
Warning: this is my uh... "ANGST" chapter. ^_^ So...yeah. lolz
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False Seduction/Chapter four: an unforgettable night.
Two months has passed, making it already mid-November, since their notorious kiss. Neither Draco nor Virginia decided to talk about it even though it was seared into both their thoughts and dreams, taking over their minds.
Ginny sat up in her four-post bed, unable to sleep. She hadn't had a good nights rest for two whole months. Celestial had fawned over the event when Ginny had told her about that day, about the kiss. Every time Ginny closed her eyes at night, she pictured his face, felt his lips upon her own.
Celestial pranced through the door, happy as can be. "Hey Gin."
"Hey Celeste. How'd your date with Dean go?" Dean and Celestial had been going out for about a week, and they both seemed really happy. They held hands, they kissed, and they hugged. Everything normal teenage couples did. Ginny, however, could not help but be jealous. Ron and Hermione were together, and Harry had a different girlfriend every two weeks or so.
"Great!" Celestial whispered, trying not to wake up the rest of the girls. "Still can't sleep?" I shook my head. "Girl, stop obsessing over it." Celestial mentally punched herself, "I shouldn't have made you go through with your dare..."
Ginny sighed, "It wasn't your fault Celeste."
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* Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he scooted close, nudging Quinn with one shoulder. "You look great in my sister's clothes. And I like your hair unbraided, too."
Quinn met his gaze. Relaxing with Adam meant she could let down her guard and say whatever she pleased, like she could with Cam. Sarah acted as though Quinn's "mistakes" were meant for her own personal embarrassment.
Adam reached for her hand. "I really like you." His words were soft compared to shouts coming from the field.
Quinn took a breath to calm the fluttering in her chest. 'He's holding my hand!' "I like you, too," she whispered.
The noise on the field now seemed far away. The whole world consisted of only them, right here, right now.
He slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. With one finger he traced her cheek, stopping at her lips. "When did you start wearing lipstick?"
"It was your sister's idea. She --"
Before Quinn could finish, Adam kissed her, gently, slowly, sending a rush of warmth through her, chasing away autumn's chill.
Her first kiss
She wanted this moment to last forever - as before - but this time she was careful not to wish it away. *
Draco had stayed in the Slytherin dungeons this morning, skipping breakfast. He wasn't looking forward to Transfiguration. Potions was bad enough that she sat right in front of him, but in Transfiguration she was there next to him. Whenever he breathed, he smelled her tantalizing perfume. Whenever he looked at her, he was spellbound. News had traveled that the Hufflepuff's were throwing a party, just like the Ravenclaws had before. Draco told himself he wouldn't fall for Ginny's stupid trick again.
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Celestial dragged a sluggish Virginia toward the Gryffindor table for dinner. Ginny plopped down next to Harry. "Ugh..."
"What's wrong, Gin?" Harry asked.
"Tired...headache..." Ginny put her head on the table, as if to fall asleep.
"Didn't sleep good last night again?" Hermione asked from across the table.
"It's not that I didn't sleep good. I didn't sleep at all..." Ginny commented, "Snape took advantage of it and bit my head off during potions today."
Celestial wore a crooked grin, "What happened?"
Ron swallowed a sip of milk, "He pretty much called on her every time her head was down in class, which was all but like...ten minutes. Really Gin, get some sleep."
"Tried. Can't," was all Ginny could get out. She grabbed a piece of bread and bit off it, slowly chewing. Her eyes had dark bags under them, her eyelids drooping.
"Well, here's some exciting news." Celestial started. Ginny slowly turned her head to face her best friend. "Hufflepuff's throwing a party tomorrow night."
Harry snorted. "Hufflepuff? What's their party going to be like? Girls on one side, boys on the other?"
All of them but Ginny, who was too tired, started laughing. They stifled their laughter as Professor Dumbledore stood up, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have a quick announcement. As you suspect, Quidditch season is starting. Tryouts will start two weeks from now. The first game will be Gryffindor/Slytherin a week after winter holiday is over. That is all." Dumbledore sat down.
"What fun." Harry said sarcastically. Judging tryouts was one of his least favorite things to do. Many of them were just playing around; only one out of ten people that tried out were serious in trying out for the team. "You guys want to come help me judge? We need two beaters and a chaser."
"Sure," Ginny replied, "not like we got anything better to do next week." Celestial and Ron agreed. Hermione, however, said no, being that she wasn't on the team. She decided to study. "Ugh...This day gets better and better. Time to deal with Malfoy." She slowly got up from the bench, and dragged herself out of the Great Hall.
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Ginny sat herself in the Transfiguration room waiting for Draco to arrive. She rested her head on her arms, which were folded on the table. "Tired, Weasel?" she heard a familiar voice say.
Ginny raised her head to see Draco. "What do you think, Malfoy?"
Draco noticed the bags under her eyes, "Sorry..."
"You apologized." Ginny said with a slight smile.
"So?" Draco said, sounding offensive.
"Geez, I've just never heard you apologize to anyone." Ginny rolled her eyes, "Let's get this over with."
"Before we get started, I know you're probably going to ask me to go to the Hufflepuff 'party' with you, and I'm definitely saying no to this one, no matter what you do." Ginny looked at him with her drooping eyes, "Ravenclaw was alright, but Hufflepuff? No way in hell."
Ginny sighed, "Fine, but I'm not tutoring you that day."
"What will McGonagall say about that, Weasel?"
She glared, "I'm coming, but not teaching. Bring something to occupy your attention, okay Malfoy?"
Draco grunted in reply.
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Ginny stepped into the Transfiguration room the next night quite energized. She had gotten sleep last night. Even though it was only five hours, it felt good.
"Since I'm depriving you of your chance to be at a party, I guess I should be the least bit civilized toward you." Draco offered.
"Thanks." Ginny walked toward a corner and propped open a book.
Neither talked to each other for about twenty minutes. The only noise was from Ginny's book when she turned the pages periodically and Draco's playing cards that he was playing with. Both had gotten bored with their activities. Ginny, unfortunately, had chosen a very boring book to bring that night, whereas Draco only knew one single player playing card game.
"Weasley. Come play cards with me. Solitaire's getting a bit boring."
"Why should I?" Ginny asked, trying to concentrate on her book.
"It's not like you're actually reading your book. You haven't flipped the page in at least five minutes, which is a long time considering that's a very small sized book."
"What if I'm just a slow reader?"
"You know, as well as I do, that you're not."
Ginny groaned in defeat and closed her book. She slowly made her way towards the middle of the classroom where Draco was.
"You do know how to play cards, right?" Draco asked, shuffling the cards.
"Obviously, Malfoy."
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They both were getting bored. They had played speed, goldfish, old maid, stress, war, Egyptian, crazy eights, and many other games.
"What's another game to play?" Draco asked.
"Know how to play poker, Malfoy?"
"Who doesn't know how to play poker?" Draco glared.
"It was just a question." Ginny glared back.
Ten rounds of poker later...
"Poker's boring if you can't gamble, but you wouldn't know that, would you, Weasel?" Draco smirked. "You have nothing to gamble with."
"Do you always have to bring that up, Malfoy? And it doesn't even matter, we're got some money now thanks to Fred and George's joke-shop."
"Ah, yes. That store..." Draco rolled his eyes.
"At least my brothers could invent something, unlike you. You probably couldn't invent something if it danced naked in front of you, painted itself bright pink and sung 'inventions are here'" Ginny threw back. "Do you have anything to gamble with right now?"
"Not really. I brought some drinks. Loser drinks, if you willing."
"Why wouldn't I be willing?"
"Don't know. You just don't seem to be the drinking type." Draco stated.
"What drinks did you bring?" Ginny asked, annoyance in her voice.
"Butterbeer." Draco stated. ' More or less... ' He thought in his mind.
"I'm willing to drink that. Fine. Let's play."
Draco dealt the cards, five each. Ginny placed one card to the side and drew one from the deck (a/n: if this isn't exactly how one plays poker, I'm sorry. I don't really know the rules of poker. But there's a reason I chose poke. *snicker*) Draco discarded two and drew another two. Both discarded cards they didn't need and redrew new ones.
"What you got, Weasel?"
Ginny glared, "Would you PLEASE stop calling me Weasel or by my last name. I HAVE a name, you know."
"So do I."
"So if I call you Draco, you'll call me by my real name?"
"Sure, Virginia." Draco said. He felt weird calling her by her first name. "What do you have?"
"Three of a kind." Ginny said, placing her cards, face up, on the ground.
"I win. Full house." Draco smirked while taking a bottle out of his bag, handing it to her.
Ginny opened it. "How much do I have to drink?"
"Half I guess. I got quite a lot."
Ginny shrugged and chugged half of the bottle. She squeezed her eyes shut then blinked, as if trying to focus her eyes. "This is NOT butterbeer, Draco."
"Of course it is. It's just got about three times as much alcohol as normal." Draco smirked.
"You blasted idiot!" she practically yelled. She had never been drunk before and hadn't realized yelling would make her head hurt so much (a/n: and if this doesn't really happen when you're drunk, I'm sorry. I've never been drunk before.)
Draco just sneered, although he was feeling sort of sorry for the girl. Wait? What was he thinking? Why should he feel sorry for poor little Weasley? But before he knew what he was doing he heard himself say, "Fine, to make it even, I'll drink one and a half, okay? Since I'm used to the alcohol percentage." Ginny just glared. Draco finished off the rest of bottle that Ginny had drunk out of and drained another one. He heard Ginny giggle. Apparently the alcohol had finally gotten to her brain.
They played another two rounds of drunken poker. "This is getting boring." Ginny exclaimed. Draco nodded in agreement.
Draco smirked as an idea sparked in his mind. "How about we spice things up a bit."
"What do you mean?"
Draco grinned maliciously. "Strip poker."
"Are you crazy?"
"Of course not. I'm drunk, but not crazy."
"Pretty the same thing." Ginny said, her words were starting to slur.
"You should be talking. You're more drunk than I am."
"Fine."
"Fine you'll play? Or fine you're more drunk than I am."
She hesitated before speaking, but eventually found herself saying, "Both I guess."
"Alright. You have to win three rounds to make the other person take something off." Ginny nodded in assurance.
Draco shuffled the cards and dealt each of them five cards. Ginny won the first game with a full house, Draco the second and the third, and Ginny the fourth.
Ginny giggled. She didn't have anything in her hand, but her drunken state she wasn't jumpy at all. She had a 2, 5, 7, 10 and a Q.
"Whatcha got?" Draco said, hoping she didn't have anything special.
Ginny burst out laughing, "Absolutely nothing! But my highest card's a queen."
"Impossible." Draco muttered, his words still quite slurred.
"What's impossible?"
Draco showed her his hand, his highest card was a 9. "It's just your bloody luck."
"Probably Malfoy. But you decided these rules. You have to take something off."
"Fine." Draco got up and removed his robes, happy that he had forgotten about it before. He held it out and dropped it to the floor, staring at Ginny with a straight face.
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They continued playing on and on. Ginny had lost the second round, but laughed when she took off her earring. Draco protested that that wasn't the least bit fair. Virginia battle back with the excuse that she was, indeed, taking it off and it was part of her ensemble.
Draco watched as Ginny removed her blouse. His eyesight being sort of blurry, he felt around for another bottle of butterbeer. He took a swig and slammed the bottle back down on the floor. Virginia had lost her sense of judgment when she drank the first half bottle of butterbeer, making her poker skills really suck. Even though she had at least twice as much clothing as Draco, this including all her jewelry of course, she only had her underwear, bra and her shorts, whereas Draco still had on his boxers, pants and buttoned shirt.
Ginny giggled, "You know," she scooted forward and stopped a half foot away from Draco and smiled, "you're really cute when you're nervous."
"I'm not nervous." Draco stated. Both were drunk, and only partly knew what they were doing.
"Yes, you are." Ginny whispered, looking at the floor.
Draco grabbed her chin and stared into her unfocused eyes. His grip was tight but gentle. Her brown eyes, now looking darker, stared into Draco's silver ones. Draco's mind spun around and around in his head. He lowered his head and placed his lips on her. It was quick and concise, but still filled with passion. He pulled away. Draco blinked as Ginny stared at him, a confused look on her face.
"Dra--" before she could finish, Ginny found Draco's lips on hers once again. She responded quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck, her hands playing with his untidy hair. Draco found his hand remove her chin and slide down to join the other around her waist, pulling her up against his body.
Ginny felt Draco wrap his arms around her waist. His tongue glazed over her lips, making her gasp. She felt his tongue taunt hers. He deepened the kiss, making her thank god she was sitting down. His tongue explored her mouth, making her heart beat faster and harder. Ginny felt the little self- control she had left disappear hoping Draco still had some. To her downside, his had left long ago.
Her hands left his hair, and grazed his arms. They soon found the button to his shirt. She fumbled with the buttons, but eventually they came undone. Both were in some kind of trance, acting only on instinct.
They both heard a clicking noise, signaling that the door was now unlocked and they were free to leave. They were snapped out of their trance. Ginny was the first to come to her senses. She pushed Draco away, gasping for air. "Oh lord..." She stared at Draco for a moment.
They both scrambled for their clothes, stumbling over their own feet, their equilibrium out of wack. Ginny stuffed all her clothes in her messenger bag and swung her robe on her. She started for the door but was stopped by Draco, who grabbed her arm. He swung her around and stared deep into her eyes. He kissed her again, but she quickly shoved him away, and bolting out the door.
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Ginny stormed into the sixth year dormitories and rushed onto her bed. "Holy shit..."
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^.^ hahaha. That's so lame, but hey. lolz. newayz, that's it for now. More later.
Questions though, I've been reading a lot of fics..and I'm confused. What's with Draco being called Ferret? If someone could answer that for me, I'd be eternally grateful!
~* missy *~
Oh, and if this chapter is a lil short, I'm sorry!!!
Thanks to: cute-crazy-chick1//angelic_pen//dama*queen//Arella Hallo//Missy//AtrueSlytherin//August//and maranwe for reviewing! (If I misspelled anything, I'm sorry)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or the book Princess Nevermore. Thank you very much. Haha.
Warning: this is my uh... "ANGST" chapter. ^_^ So...yeah. lolz
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False Seduction/Chapter four: an unforgettable night.
Two months has passed, making it already mid-November, since their notorious kiss. Neither Draco nor Virginia decided to talk about it even though it was seared into both their thoughts and dreams, taking over their minds.
Ginny sat up in her four-post bed, unable to sleep. She hadn't had a good nights rest for two whole months. Celestial had fawned over the event when Ginny had told her about that day, about the kiss. Every time Ginny closed her eyes at night, she pictured his face, felt his lips upon her own.
Celestial pranced through the door, happy as can be. "Hey Gin."
"Hey Celeste. How'd your date with Dean go?" Dean and Celestial had been going out for about a week, and they both seemed really happy. They held hands, they kissed, and they hugged. Everything normal teenage couples did. Ginny, however, could not help but be jealous. Ron and Hermione were together, and Harry had a different girlfriend every two weeks or so.
"Great!" Celestial whispered, trying not to wake up the rest of the girls. "Still can't sleep?" I shook my head. "Girl, stop obsessing over it." Celestial mentally punched herself, "I shouldn't have made you go through with your dare..."
Ginny sighed, "It wasn't your fault Celeste."
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* Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he scooted close, nudging Quinn with one shoulder. "You look great in my sister's clothes. And I like your hair unbraided, too."
Quinn met his gaze. Relaxing with Adam meant she could let down her guard and say whatever she pleased, like she could with Cam. Sarah acted as though Quinn's "mistakes" were meant for her own personal embarrassment.
Adam reached for her hand. "I really like you." His words were soft compared to shouts coming from the field.
Quinn took a breath to calm the fluttering in her chest. 'He's holding my hand!' "I like you, too," she whispered.
The noise on the field now seemed far away. The whole world consisted of only them, right here, right now.
He slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. With one finger he traced her cheek, stopping at her lips. "When did you start wearing lipstick?"
"It was your sister's idea. She --"
Before Quinn could finish, Adam kissed her, gently, slowly, sending a rush of warmth through her, chasing away autumn's chill.
Her first kiss
She wanted this moment to last forever - as before - but this time she was careful not to wish it away. *
Draco had stayed in the Slytherin dungeons this morning, skipping breakfast. He wasn't looking forward to Transfiguration. Potions was bad enough that she sat right in front of him, but in Transfiguration she was there next to him. Whenever he breathed, he smelled her tantalizing perfume. Whenever he looked at her, he was spellbound. News had traveled that the Hufflepuff's were throwing a party, just like the Ravenclaws had before. Draco told himself he wouldn't fall for Ginny's stupid trick again.
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Celestial dragged a sluggish Virginia toward the Gryffindor table for dinner. Ginny plopped down next to Harry. "Ugh..."
"What's wrong, Gin?" Harry asked.
"Tired...headache..." Ginny put her head on the table, as if to fall asleep.
"Didn't sleep good last night again?" Hermione asked from across the table.
"It's not that I didn't sleep good. I didn't sleep at all..." Ginny commented, "Snape took advantage of it and bit my head off during potions today."
Celestial wore a crooked grin, "What happened?"
Ron swallowed a sip of milk, "He pretty much called on her every time her head was down in class, which was all but like...ten minutes. Really Gin, get some sleep."
"Tried. Can't," was all Ginny could get out. She grabbed a piece of bread and bit off it, slowly chewing. Her eyes had dark bags under them, her eyelids drooping.
"Well, here's some exciting news." Celestial started. Ginny slowly turned her head to face her best friend. "Hufflepuff's throwing a party tomorrow night."
Harry snorted. "Hufflepuff? What's their party going to be like? Girls on one side, boys on the other?"
All of them but Ginny, who was too tired, started laughing. They stifled their laughter as Professor Dumbledore stood up, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have a quick announcement. As you suspect, Quidditch season is starting. Tryouts will start two weeks from now. The first game will be Gryffindor/Slytherin a week after winter holiday is over. That is all." Dumbledore sat down.
"What fun." Harry said sarcastically. Judging tryouts was one of his least favorite things to do. Many of them were just playing around; only one out of ten people that tried out were serious in trying out for the team. "You guys want to come help me judge? We need two beaters and a chaser."
"Sure," Ginny replied, "not like we got anything better to do next week." Celestial and Ron agreed. Hermione, however, said no, being that she wasn't on the team. She decided to study. "Ugh...This day gets better and better. Time to deal with Malfoy." She slowly got up from the bench, and dragged herself out of the Great Hall.
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Ginny sat herself in the Transfiguration room waiting for Draco to arrive. She rested her head on her arms, which were folded on the table. "Tired, Weasel?" she heard a familiar voice say.
Ginny raised her head to see Draco. "What do you think, Malfoy?"
Draco noticed the bags under her eyes, "Sorry..."
"You apologized." Ginny said with a slight smile.
"So?" Draco said, sounding offensive.
"Geez, I've just never heard you apologize to anyone." Ginny rolled her eyes, "Let's get this over with."
"Before we get started, I know you're probably going to ask me to go to the Hufflepuff 'party' with you, and I'm definitely saying no to this one, no matter what you do." Ginny looked at him with her drooping eyes, "Ravenclaw was alright, but Hufflepuff? No way in hell."
Ginny sighed, "Fine, but I'm not tutoring you that day."
"What will McGonagall say about that, Weasel?"
She glared, "I'm coming, but not teaching. Bring something to occupy your attention, okay Malfoy?"
Draco grunted in reply.
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Ginny stepped into the Transfiguration room the next night quite energized. She had gotten sleep last night. Even though it was only five hours, it felt good.
"Since I'm depriving you of your chance to be at a party, I guess I should be the least bit civilized toward you." Draco offered.
"Thanks." Ginny walked toward a corner and propped open a book.
Neither talked to each other for about twenty minutes. The only noise was from Ginny's book when she turned the pages periodically and Draco's playing cards that he was playing with. Both had gotten bored with their activities. Ginny, unfortunately, had chosen a very boring book to bring that night, whereas Draco only knew one single player playing card game.
"Weasley. Come play cards with me. Solitaire's getting a bit boring."
"Why should I?" Ginny asked, trying to concentrate on her book.
"It's not like you're actually reading your book. You haven't flipped the page in at least five minutes, which is a long time considering that's a very small sized book."
"What if I'm just a slow reader?"
"You know, as well as I do, that you're not."
Ginny groaned in defeat and closed her book. She slowly made her way towards the middle of the classroom where Draco was.
"You do know how to play cards, right?" Draco asked, shuffling the cards.
"Obviously, Malfoy."
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They both were getting bored. They had played speed, goldfish, old maid, stress, war, Egyptian, crazy eights, and many other games.
"What's another game to play?" Draco asked.
"Know how to play poker, Malfoy?"
"Who doesn't know how to play poker?" Draco glared.
"It was just a question." Ginny glared back.
Ten rounds of poker later...
"Poker's boring if you can't gamble, but you wouldn't know that, would you, Weasel?" Draco smirked. "You have nothing to gamble with."
"Do you always have to bring that up, Malfoy? And it doesn't even matter, we're got some money now thanks to Fred and George's joke-shop."
"Ah, yes. That store..." Draco rolled his eyes.
"At least my brothers could invent something, unlike you. You probably couldn't invent something if it danced naked in front of you, painted itself bright pink and sung 'inventions are here'" Ginny threw back. "Do you have anything to gamble with right now?"
"Not really. I brought some drinks. Loser drinks, if you willing."
"Why wouldn't I be willing?"
"Don't know. You just don't seem to be the drinking type." Draco stated.
"What drinks did you bring?" Ginny asked, annoyance in her voice.
"Butterbeer." Draco stated. ' More or less... ' He thought in his mind.
"I'm willing to drink that. Fine. Let's play."
Draco dealt the cards, five each. Ginny placed one card to the side and drew one from the deck (a/n: if this isn't exactly how one plays poker, I'm sorry. I don't really know the rules of poker. But there's a reason I chose poke. *snicker*) Draco discarded two and drew another two. Both discarded cards they didn't need and redrew new ones.
"What you got, Weasel?"
Ginny glared, "Would you PLEASE stop calling me Weasel or by my last name. I HAVE a name, you know."
"So do I."
"So if I call you Draco, you'll call me by my real name?"
"Sure, Virginia." Draco said. He felt weird calling her by her first name. "What do you have?"
"Three of a kind." Ginny said, placing her cards, face up, on the ground.
"I win. Full house." Draco smirked while taking a bottle out of his bag, handing it to her.
Ginny opened it. "How much do I have to drink?"
"Half I guess. I got quite a lot."
Ginny shrugged and chugged half of the bottle. She squeezed her eyes shut then blinked, as if trying to focus her eyes. "This is NOT butterbeer, Draco."
"Of course it is. It's just got about three times as much alcohol as normal." Draco smirked.
"You blasted idiot!" she practically yelled. She had never been drunk before and hadn't realized yelling would make her head hurt so much (a/n: and if this doesn't really happen when you're drunk, I'm sorry. I've never been drunk before.)
Draco just sneered, although he was feeling sort of sorry for the girl. Wait? What was he thinking? Why should he feel sorry for poor little Weasley? But before he knew what he was doing he heard himself say, "Fine, to make it even, I'll drink one and a half, okay? Since I'm used to the alcohol percentage." Ginny just glared. Draco finished off the rest of bottle that Ginny had drunk out of and drained another one. He heard Ginny giggle. Apparently the alcohol had finally gotten to her brain.
They played another two rounds of drunken poker. "This is getting boring." Ginny exclaimed. Draco nodded in agreement.
Draco smirked as an idea sparked in his mind. "How about we spice things up a bit."
"What do you mean?"
Draco grinned maliciously. "Strip poker."
"Are you crazy?"
"Of course not. I'm drunk, but not crazy."
"Pretty the same thing." Ginny said, her words were starting to slur.
"You should be talking. You're more drunk than I am."
"Fine."
"Fine you'll play? Or fine you're more drunk than I am."
She hesitated before speaking, but eventually found herself saying, "Both I guess."
"Alright. You have to win three rounds to make the other person take something off." Ginny nodded in assurance.
Draco shuffled the cards and dealt each of them five cards. Ginny won the first game with a full house, Draco the second and the third, and Ginny the fourth.
Ginny giggled. She didn't have anything in her hand, but her drunken state she wasn't jumpy at all. She had a 2, 5, 7, 10 and a Q.
"Whatcha got?" Draco said, hoping she didn't have anything special.
Ginny burst out laughing, "Absolutely nothing! But my highest card's a queen."
"Impossible." Draco muttered, his words still quite slurred.
"What's impossible?"
Draco showed her his hand, his highest card was a 9. "It's just your bloody luck."
"Probably Malfoy. But you decided these rules. You have to take something off."
"Fine." Draco got up and removed his robes, happy that he had forgotten about it before. He held it out and dropped it to the floor, staring at Ginny with a straight face.
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They continued playing on and on. Ginny had lost the second round, but laughed when she took off her earring. Draco protested that that wasn't the least bit fair. Virginia battle back with the excuse that she was, indeed, taking it off and it was part of her ensemble.
Draco watched as Ginny removed her blouse. His eyesight being sort of blurry, he felt around for another bottle of butterbeer. He took a swig and slammed the bottle back down on the floor. Virginia had lost her sense of judgment when she drank the first half bottle of butterbeer, making her poker skills really suck. Even though she had at least twice as much clothing as Draco, this including all her jewelry of course, she only had her underwear, bra and her shorts, whereas Draco still had on his boxers, pants and buttoned shirt.
Ginny giggled, "You know," she scooted forward and stopped a half foot away from Draco and smiled, "you're really cute when you're nervous."
"I'm not nervous." Draco stated. Both were drunk, and only partly knew what they were doing.
"Yes, you are." Ginny whispered, looking at the floor.
Draco grabbed her chin and stared into her unfocused eyes. His grip was tight but gentle. Her brown eyes, now looking darker, stared into Draco's silver ones. Draco's mind spun around and around in his head. He lowered his head and placed his lips on her. It was quick and concise, but still filled with passion. He pulled away. Draco blinked as Ginny stared at him, a confused look on her face.
"Dra--" before she could finish, Ginny found Draco's lips on hers once again. She responded quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck, her hands playing with his untidy hair. Draco found his hand remove her chin and slide down to join the other around her waist, pulling her up against his body.
Ginny felt Draco wrap his arms around her waist. His tongue glazed over her lips, making her gasp. She felt his tongue taunt hers. He deepened the kiss, making her thank god she was sitting down. His tongue explored her mouth, making her heart beat faster and harder. Ginny felt the little self- control she had left disappear hoping Draco still had some. To her downside, his had left long ago.
Her hands left his hair, and grazed his arms. They soon found the button to his shirt. She fumbled with the buttons, but eventually they came undone. Both were in some kind of trance, acting only on instinct.
They both heard a clicking noise, signaling that the door was now unlocked and they were free to leave. They were snapped out of their trance. Ginny was the first to come to her senses. She pushed Draco away, gasping for air. "Oh lord..." She stared at Draco for a moment.
They both scrambled for their clothes, stumbling over their own feet, their equilibrium out of wack. Ginny stuffed all her clothes in her messenger bag and swung her robe on her. She started for the door but was stopped by Draco, who grabbed her arm. He swung her around and stared deep into her eyes. He kissed her again, but she quickly shoved him away, and bolting out the door.
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Ginny stormed into the sixth year dormitories and rushed onto her bed. "Holy shit..."
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^.^ hahaha. That's so lame, but hey. lolz. newayz, that's it for now. More later.
Questions though, I've been reading a lot of fics..and I'm confused. What's with Draco being called Ferret? If someone could answer that for me, I'd be eternally grateful!
~* missy *~