(By the way at the end of the story is FireFly's verson of what exactly
happened with the tattoo)
Disclaimer: This is actually a SongFic, *Land of the Living is a song by Pam Tillis. Ginny Weasly and Draco Malfoy and The other characters in this story are the property of J.K. Rowling. In other words..so not mine. (unless you have never heard of them (outside of the story) in that case they are mine all mine. Lol)
And now on with my creation: (lol)
Virginia, They Call Me Ginny
Written By: CelticGoddess81
Chapter Five: Show and Tell
~*Lean on my shoulder*~
~*And whisper your tears*~
"So, how much longer are you going to make me wait to find out about your dragon?" Draco arched an eyebrow at Ginny. "Please." He added just above a whisper.
"What?!" she placed a hand over her heart dramatically. "Did Draco Malfoy just beg?!" She replaced the false look of horror on her face with one of a grin. "What does it matter how I got my tattoo? He is there and I don't really regret getting him."
"Ah but the story is half the fun of having it." He moved himself closer to her.
"I don't know," she taunted him, and leaned forward. "Guess you'll have to beg a little more, huh?" She breathed the last bit slightly.
"Virginia Weasley, will you please," he leaned closer and started to 'persuade' her to divulge her tale of the dragon. He was kissing her neck the way that made her knees weak, completely at his mercy. They were lying on the couch in her apartment.
"I just realized something," Ginny said suddenly sitting up and knocking Draco off balance, "I have never been to your apartment, Draco Malfoy. Your not married are you?"
"Uthuh, Don't go changing the subject, missy." Draco raised a challenging eyebrow, "You tell me about your dragon and I will tell you why you haven't been to my place." "Oh gods you are married." She jumped up and started for her bedroom hoping she had caught him off guard enough to be able to get to her room, but that hope was scattered when she felt his arm go around her wrist. "Let go." She managed to say before he tugged her around to face him.
"I am not now nor have I ever been married." He said calmly.
"Then, why?" she asked stubbornly, while desperately trying to resist the feel of his thumb rubbing against her wrist near her silver bracelet.
"Because," He shoved a hand through his hair and looked at her with a wirily smile. "I'm staying at the Parkinson's estate, in the carriage house."
"The Parkinson's estate," She repeated, "as in Pansy Parkinson?" the name registered with a flash of red. "You are staying with the Parkinsons?"
"No, I am not staying with the Parkinson's. I'm staying at their villa in central Sicily, they live in England, well at least they did before Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson got taken away to Azkaban. Pansy has no use for the villa and since I am so partial to Italy as of late, she gave me the keys and told me I could use it for however long I wished, and if I wanted to pay her back that I could live my life for myself and not for others." That was the end of the rushed telling of the tale, an he was once again looking at Ginny with heat. "I didn't think you would want to go to the estate, so I always just came here. I like your accommodations better anyways."
"So let me get this straight, you apperate in from Sicily every time you come to see me? She asked puzzled.
"Ah, Yeah." He said uncertainly.
"But cross continental apperation is against the law."
"Ah but technically Sicily and Italy are the same countries." He was now fully grinning at her.
"Always, looking for an angle aren't you?"
"Uh yeah, I am a Malfoy after all." He continued to grin. "Its your turn, The dragon, please."
"Its really not that big of a deal. Carrie had just broken up with her current boyfriend at the time, Matt,-he was the biggest jerk, she was way too good for him anyways-and I had just separated from Seamus, well we sort- of went out to celebrate, and I, uh, got a bit smashed. Well she did too." She finished and her cheeks went flushed. "So anyways, we were, uh, trying to walk home and well we-actually she-decided it would be cool to get matching tattoos to celebrate. As you can see I ended up with the tattoo and she ended up passed out." Ginny laughed slightly.
"Wait, backup, you got the tat and she didn't?"
"Yep." She sighed. "But I don't mind, I'll get her back for it, eventually."
"Hum," he said mischievously.
"Don't give me that look, Malfoy." She eyed him suspiciously. "You are to behave mister!"
"Uhuh, sure, It seem to me if I remember right that you don't like it when I.. Uh what was the word you used again? Ah yes, 'behave'."
"Oi," she was off and running at the last comment, trying not to smother to death from laughing so hard.
~*We all need someone*~
~*To echo our fears*~
"So this is where you sleep when you are not with me?" She asked playfully, shrugging off her silky black cloak. "Yum, what smells so good?"
"I made us dinner." He shrugged as if it were an every day occurrence. He looked up from where he had placed her cloak and saw her raise an eyebrow at him. "Just because I don't cook often doesn't mean I don't know how to." He explained.
"So," She said changing the subject and turning to face the kitchen, "what smells so good?" When she didn't get a response she turned slightly to look at Draco. Who was practically drooling over her shirt. Which was baby blue with straps that went around her neck and across the back of her bra strap and then kuris-crossed with tiny straps over the dragon that had been the topic of most of their dates. She also wore a black skirt with little black heeles, and all of her hair was atop her head except for a few stray hairs that fell across her back.
Draco let out a low whistle. "You are going to be the death of me." He said grinning, "And, ah, what a death it will be!" As if regaining his senses he said casually. "Stuffed Chicken parmesan, artichokes, and pasta."
She grinned at him evilly, "Where did you order out from?" laughing heartily when his expression faltered slightly.
"I didn't." He started.
"I don't mind, Draco, I could always cook for you, Yah know." She smiled. 'This is going to be an interesting evening.' She thought.
~~*This is the story of what really happened the night Ginny got her
tattoo, Please read on:*~~
~*~
Ginny and Carrie walked out of the bar in London, leaning on eachother as they walked down the street they past a tattoo shope, Carrie stopped. "You know what, Ginny? We should get a tattoo to shelebrate our freedom from thoshe wankersh." Ginny looked over at her tall friend, her red-rim eyes smeared with mascara. "Will it hurt?" Ginny asked. "Naw, it won't hurt verry mush," Carrie said and dragged her friend in.
"Welcome to the Celtic Heartknot! I'll let you two fine young ladies look around," the shope owner, a middle age man with tattoos up and down his arms said. Carrie walked over to a wall where there were pictures of butterflies and roses. Ginny walked carefully over to a wall with dragons on it. As she focused her eyes, they fell on a picture of a dragon in a Celtic knot. She ran her fingers over it.
"Hey, Carrie! Let'sh get thish one!" she said a little too loudly, slurring her words.
Carrie walked over and looked at the paper. "Thish one?" she said and pointed above the one Ginny had her hand on.
"Nooo, thish one."
"Heyss, thatsh a good one," Carrie slurred.
"Hey, we would likes thish onez," Ginny said, tapping hard on the picture.
"Ah! A very good choice. Now, which one of you ladies would like to go first?"
"Her!" Ginny and Carrie pointed at each other.
"I can only do one of you at a time."
Ginny and Carrie started to snicker and laugh. "You should go firsht, Ginny. You WERE married," Carrie said and pushed her forward.
Ginny walked over to the chair, bumping into a glass case with navel rings in it. "Ooouches," she said and sat in the chair.
"Now, where would you like it?" the owner asked.
Ginny thought about it and said "Here." And got up and pointed to the small of her back.
"Then you're going to have to lie down on the table."
"Okays," Ginny said and started to climb on one of the glass cases.
"I mean this one," the man called to her from the padded table.
"Oh, okay," she said and walked over to it. She got up and lied down on her stomach. She looked over at Carrie to see her wave and smile idiotically; then she fell against the wall. She got up and patted the wall.
"Now you are going to have to lie very still," the owner said and started up the needle.
"I am laying verry shtill," she said crossly then gritted her teeth as the needle went in her back.*~
A very special thanks to Firefly one of my best friends for writing this, and if you know my friends and I you would laugh your behind off cuz this is pretty much us.with a little sugar that is.not alcohol. *Grins evilly and fixes tilted halo*
Disclaimer: This is actually a SongFic, *Land of the Living is a song by Pam Tillis. Ginny Weasly and Draco Malfoy and The other characters in this story are the property of J.K. Rowling. In other words..so not mine. (unless you have never heard of them (outside of the story) in that case they are mine all mine. Lol)
And now on with my creation: (lol)
Virginia, They Call Me Ginny
Written By: CelticGoddess81
Chapter Five: Show and Tell
~*Lean on my shoulder*~
~*And whisper your tears*~
"So, how much longer are you going to make me wait to find out about your dragon?" Draco arched an eyebrow at Ginny. "Please." He added just above a whisper.
"What?!" she placed a hand over her heart dramatically. "Did Draco Malfoy just beg?!" She replaced the false look of horror on her face with one of a grin. "What does it matter how I got my tattoo? He is there and I don't really regret getting him."
"Ah but the story is half the fun of having it." He moved himself closer to her.
"I don't know," she taunted him, and leaned forward. "Guess you'll have to beg a little more, huh?" She breathed the last bit slightly.
"Virginia Weasley, will you please," he leaned closer and started to 'persuade' her to divulge her tale of the dragon. He was kissing her neck the way that made her knees weak, completely at his mercy. They were lying on the couch in her apartment.
"I just realized something," Ginny said suddenly sitting up and knocking Draco off balance, "I have never been to your apartment, Draco Malfoy. Your not married are you?"
"Uthuh, Don't go changing the subject, missy." Draco raised a challenging eyebrow, "You tell me about your dragon and I will tell you why you haven't been to my place." "Oh gods you are married." She jumped up and started for her bedroom hoping she had caught him off guard enough to be able to get to her room, but that hope was scattered when she felt his arm go around her wrist. "Let go." She managed to say before he tugged her around to face him.
"I am not now nor have I ever been married." He said calmly.
"Then, why?" she asked stubbornly, while desperately trying to resist the feel of his thumb rubbing against her wrist near her silver bracelet.
"Because," He shoved a hand through his hair and looked at her with a wirily smile. "I'm staying at the Parkinson's estate, in the carriage house."
"The Parkinson's estate," She repeated, "as in Pansy Parkinson?" the name registered with a flash of red. "You are staying with the Parkinsons?"
"No, I am not staying with the Parkinson's. I'm staying at their villa in central Sicily, they live in England, well at least they did before Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson got taken away to Azkaban. Pansy has no use for the villa and since I am so partial to Italy as of late, she gave me the keys and told me I could use it for however long I wished, and if I wanted to pay her back that I could live my life for myself and not for others." That was the end of the rushed telling of the tale, an he was once again looking at Ginny with heat. "I didn't think you would want to go to the estate, so I always just came here. I like your accommodations better anyways."
"So let me get this straight, you apperate in from Sicily every time you come to see me? She asked puzzled.
"Ah, Yeah." He said uncertainly.
"But cross continental apperation is against the law."
"Ah but technically Sicily and Italy are the same countries." He was now fully grinning at her.
"Always, looking for an angle aren't you?"
"Uh yeah, I am a Malfoy after all." He continued to grin. "Its your turn, The dragon, please."
"Its really not that big of a deal. Carrie had just broken up with her current boyfriend at the time, Matt,-he was the biggest jerk, she was way too good for him anyways-and I had just separated from Seamus, well we sort- of went out to celebrate, and I, uh, got a bit smashed. Well she did too." She finished and her cheeks went flushed. "So anyways, we were, uh, trying to walk home and well we-actually she-decided it would be cool to get matching tattoos to celebrate. As you can see I ended up with the tattoo and she ended up passed out." Ginny laughed slightly.
"Wait, backup, you got the tat and she didn't?"
"Yep." She sighed. "But I don't mind, I'll get her back for it, eventually."
"Hum," he said mischievously.
"Don't give me that look, Malfoy." She eyed him suspiciously. "You are to behave mister!"
"Uhuh, sure, It seem to me if I remember right that you don't like it when I.. Uh what was the word you used again? Ah yes, 'behave'."
"Oi," she was off and running at the last comment, trying not to smother to death from laughing so hard.
~*We all need someone*~
~*To echo our fears*~
"So this is where you sleep when you are not with me?" She asked playfully, shrugging off her silky black cloak. "Yum, what smells so good?"
"I made us dinner." He shrugged as if it were an every day occurrence. He looked up from where he had placed her cloak and saw her raise an eyebrow at him. "Just because I don't cook often doesn't mean I don't know how to." He explained.
"So," She said changing the subject and turning to face the kitchen, "what smells so good?" When she didn't get a response she turned slightly to look at Draco. Who was practically drooling over her shirt. Which was baby blue with straps that went around her neck and across the back of her bra strap and then kuris-crossed with tiny straps over the dragon that had been the topic of most of their dates. She also wore a black skirt with little black heeles, and all of her hair was atop her head except for a few stray hairs that fell across her back.
Draco let out a low whistle. "You are going to be the death of me." He said grinning, "And, ah, what a death it will be!" As if regaining his senses he said casually. "Stuffed Chicken parmesan, artichokes, and pasta."
She grinned at him evilly, "Where did you order out from?" laughing heartily when his expression faltered slightly.
"I didn't." He started.
"I don't mind, Draco, I could always cook for you, Yah know." She smiled. 'This is going to be an interesting evening.' She thought.
~~*This is the story of what really happened the night Ginny got her
tattoo, Please read on:*~~
~*~
Ginny and Carrie walked out of the bar in London, leaning on eachother as they walked down the street they past a tattoo shope, Carrie stopped. "You know what, Ginny? We should get a tattoo to shelebrate our freedom from thoshe wankersh." Ginny looked over at her tall friend, her red-rim eyes smeared with mascara. "Will it hurt?" Ginny asked. "Naw, it won't hurt verry mush," Carrie said and dragged her friend in.
"Welcome to the Celtic Heartknot! I'll let you two fine young ladies look around," the shope owner, a middle age man with tattoos up and down his arms said. Carrie walked over to a wall where there were pictures of butterflies and roses. Ginny walked carefully over to a wall with dragons on it. As she focused her eyes, they fell on a picture of a dragon in a Celtic knot. She ran her fingers over it.
"Hey, Carrie! Let'sh get thish one!" she said a little too loudly, slurring her words.
Carrie walked over and looked at the paper. "Thish one?" she said and pointed above the one Ginny had her hand on.
"Nooo, thish one."
"Heyss, thatsh a good one," Carrie slurred.
"Hey, we would likes thish onez," Ginny said, tapping hard on the picture.
"Ah! A very good choice. Now, which one of you ladies would like to go first?"
"Her!" Ginny and Carrie pointed at each other.
"I can only do one of you at a time."
Ginny and Carrie started to snicker and laugh. "You should go firsht, Ginny. You WERE married," Carrie said and pushed her forward.
Ginny walked over to the chair, bumping into a glass case with navel rings in it. "Ooouches," she said and sat in the chair.
"Now, where would you like it?" the owner asked.
Ginny thought about it and said "Here." And got up and pointed to the small of her back.
"Then you're going to have to lie down on the table."
"Okays," Ginny said and started to climb on one of the glass cases.
"I mean this one," the man called to her from the padded table.
"Oh, okay," she said and walked over to it. She got up and lied down on her stomach. She looked over at Carrie to see her wave and smile idiotically; then she fell against the wall. She got up and patted the wall.
"Now you are going to have to lie very still," the owner said and started up the needle.
"I am laying verry shtill," she said crossly then gritted her teeth as the needle went in her back.*~
A very special thanks to Firefly one of my best friends for writing this, and if you know my friends and I you would laugh your behind off cuz this is pretty much us.with a little sugar that is.not alcohol. *Grins evilly and fixes tilted halo*