Chapter 3 - Bargaining With the Devil
Wiping all emotion from her face, Ginny started, "Well, I'm not sure.what would be the terms." Never get involved in a game unless the terms were stated well in advance. That has to be one of the most valuable life lessons the twins taught her.after embarrassing her more than a couple of times.
"A simple, plain game of poker. Nothing is wild, you play me for the toad - piece, by piece."
"I don't think I want to know, but where are the toad, um, pieces?"
Draco spread his arms wide, perching on the edge of the chair, crossing one ankle over the other -the epitome of cool, he thought. "You're looking at them."
"Ugh! That sounds like a bad pick up line," she said, giggling.
"Stop that!" he snapped, standing up suddenly.
She giggled harder.
Disgusted, he ran his hand through blonde hair, messing up the gelled back look he wore it in. "I'm out of here." He turned to the door in a huff.
"Wait, wait," she gasped, stepping towards him while trying to catch her breath. "I'm sorry. Come back here."
"Say pretty please."
"Sod off."
"Close enough. Okay, here is how it works. I 'separated' Neville's frog into six different pieces. I'll wager them one at a time, just like they were money. You can try and win them one at a time, or raise the stakes. You win the six pieces, and I'll put the toad back together again. Have we a deal?"
"Wait a minute! Are there just, pieces, of the frog." She turned a little green at the thought. She'd do anything to help Neville, but picking up pieces of a dismembered toad wasn't something she'd leap to do.. frog spleens in Potions were bad enough!
"Not exactly. I transfigured them. I needed something to wear tonight."
"What? What does that have to do with anything?" She asked, confused, not following his train of thought. Ginny looked at him, taking in his self- satisfied smirk and the suggestive way he looked her over - from the tips of her boots to the top of her head. Realization slowly dawned on her.
"No way! There is no way.."
"C'mon, Vir-gin-ia," he drawled. "You need to be able to have something to wager.it's not fair for me to put up the toad parts without something in return. I transfigured them into clothes that way you'll be able to wager something of equal value."
"Thanks, Malfoy. You're always thinking of me," sarcasm evident in both her voice and the way she rolled her eyes.
'You have no idea,' he remarked to himself.
"Care to play strip poker, Weasel?" Draco asked, giving her a suggestive once over, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Wiping all emotion from her face, Ginny started, "Well, I'm not sure.what would be the terms." Never get involved in a game unless the terms were stated well in advance. That has to be one of the most valuable life lessons the twins taught her.after embarrassing her more than a couple of times.
"A simple, plain game of poker. Nothing is wild, you play me for the toad - piece, by piece."
"I don't think I want to know, but where are the toad, um, pieces?"
Draco spread his arms wide, perching on the edge of the chair, crossing one ankle over the other -the epitome of cool, he thought. "You're looking at them."
"Ugh! That sounds like a bad pick up line," she said, giggling.
"Stop that!" he snapped, standing up suddenly.
She giggled harder.
Disgusted, he ran his hand through blonde hair, messing up the gelled back look he wore it in. "I'm out of here." He turned to the door in a huff.
"Wait, wait," she gasped, stepping towards him while trying to catch her breath. "I'm sorry. Come back here."
"Say pretty please."
"Sod off."
"Close enough. Okay, here is how it works. I 'separated' Neville's frog into six different pieces. I'll wager them one at a time, just like they were money. You can try and win them one at a time, or raise the stakes. You win the six pieces, and I'll put the toad back together again. Have we a deal?"
"Wait a minute! Are there just, pieces, of the frog." She turned a little green at the thought. She'd do anything to help Neville, but picking up pieces of a dismembered toad wasn't something she'd leap to do.. frog spleens in Potions were bad enough!
"Not exactly. I transfigured them. I needed something to wear tonight."
"What? What does that have to do with anything?" She asked, confused, not following his train of thought. Ginny looked at him, taking in his self- satisfied smirk and the suggestive way he looked her over - from the tips of her boots to the top of her head. Realization slowly dawned on her.
"No way! There is no way.."
"C'mon, Vir-gin-ia," he drawled. "You need to be able to have something to wager.it's not fair for me to put up the toad parts without something in return. I transfigured them into clothes that way you'll be able to wager something of equal value."
"Thanks, Malfoy. You're always thinking of me," sarcasm evident in both her voice and the way she rolled her eyes.
'You have no idea,' he remarked to himself.
"Care to play strip poker, Weasel?" Draco asked, giving her a suggestive once over, a mischievous glint in his eyes.