Invalid Intentions
"Give me the damn toothpaste!" Draco cried snappishly, holding the tail of the toothpaste with a firm hand. Ginny's eyes narrowed at him, unscrewing the top with the tips of her fingers.
"No," she snarled. "I got it FIRST!"
"YOU DID NOT!" Draco yelled, his face scrunching up in fury. "YOU PROBABLY ALREADY HAVE YOUR OWN TOOTHPASTE!"
"HELL YEAH I DO!" Ginny bellowed back, her hair pouring over her face, strands of auburn tickling the corners of her cheeks. "BUT YOUR TOOTHPASTE IS STRAWBERRY FLAVORED! AND I THINK YOU ARE GAY!"
"I AM NOT GAY!" he bellowed back, spit throwing at the quarters of her face. "MOTHER BOUGHT ME THAT TOOTHPASTE AND IT TASTES GOOD!"
"YOU ALREADY BRUSHED YOUR TEETH!" Ginny argued, her grasp caught on the toothpaste as she put her other hand on her hip, glaring at him furiously.
"HELL YEAH I DID! BUT I DON'T WANT YOU CONTAMINATING IT!" he retorted in a sneering tone, his eyes glittering with satisfaction.
Ginny Weasley had never been so infuriated with anyone in her life. The fact that this gorgeous, but annoying blonde was standing in front of her, arguing over the dibbs of strawberry-flavored-toothpaste seemed immensely surreal. She had pinched herself several times, but at the seventh try, she was fully confirmed that this wasn't a dream - it was a living nightmare.
"Fine," she said coolly, and with a flawless movement, she threw the unscrewed top on the floor, squeezed the body of the toothpaste, and it splattered in a thick, creamy red that spread in a thin line in the front of Draco's pajama front.
"What - the - hell?" he sputtered, his eyes flashing with both surprise and disgust.
Ginny took his toothbrush from the cabinet and slid it over the distance between his pants and shirt, and he felt adrenaline rush through him like a firm grasp of air as she placed the toothbrush at the very corner of the sink, full with toothpaste from his body.
"There you go," she said jovially. "Finish up, and I'll wait in your bedroom." Winking classicly, she turned around, and shut the door with a snap behind her.
"Miserable cute little brat," Draco murmured.
***
"Weasley?"
"Mmm?"
"Are you awake?" He turned his head so that it motioned toward her, his eyes were tightly closed shut as he rolled over to his side, his chest heaving with both exasperation and tiredness. But he couldn't be able to sleep when a girl was in his bed. A particulary cute girl, who had possibly the most freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and nose than anybody in the whole world. Freckles made him squirm uncomfortably. His eyes fluttered open.
Her eyes met his, and she uplifted her face expression to a frowning scowl. "No, Malfoy, I am still asleep," she answered, her voice dripping in sarcasm. She tugged at her nightgown hem,having difficulty loosening it, and wincing. "Damn it, this is so tight," Ginny complained, wrinkling her nose in an odd fashion.
"I'll help you get it off," Draco offered in a suggestive, hopeful voice that rang with naivte.
She gave him a small sardonic smile even though a small blush was now visible across the corners of her cheeks, auburn filling her flesh inquiringly. "No thank you," she replied curtly, sitting up in her bed. "Nice try though."
He gave her a small pout before turning over to his side, capturing the bedspread and blanket in between his fingers and pulled it forward so that it tugged over a larger portion of his body.
"Malfoy!" Ginny hissed, her breath fanning his neck. He didn't respond quickly - his eyes were begging for sleep, but then after a sigh of annoyance of the fact that Ginny had taken to poking him in the back instead, he turned his head.
"What IS it Weasley?" Draco queried in a quipping voice.
"You're taking more than half of the blanket! I am cold too, you know!" she notified him stubbornly.
"Really? Show me proof," Draco demanded slyly.
"What?" Ginny seemed puzzled at this order.
Draco rolled his eyes. This girl couldn't be completely innocent, could she? "Nothing, nothing," he replied in a vague, timid voice.
"You're not getting away that easy! What did you mean?" she demanded, sitting upright on the bed, furrowing her eyebrows at him suspiciously. "Come on Malfoy."
"If you can't figure it out yourself, I am not going to tell you," he protested, snuggling into the warmth of his pillows. It was then that an audible smacking sound was heard, whereas Ginny had hit Draco firmly over the head with a pillow.
"OUCH!" he cried aloud, grasping his head in agony as he turned around, glancing at Ginny furiously. Even looking at her made him infuriated. "What'd you do THAT for?"
She merely smirked, a well-respected trademark of the Malfoy's.
"Okay, Weasley...you asked for it!"
With a squeal she backed away as he reached for his pillow, a dangerous gleam visible in his eyes.
***
Many feathers and pillow covers lay about them, mingled into each other. Ginny frowned, and looked over at Draco.
"Malfoy?"
"Hmmm?" he whispered, his breath making the collar of his shirt hover for several moments in the air.
"Are you awake?"
He turned to her, anticipation glowering in his pupils. "Again?" He clutched at his pillow, ready for aim.
She nodded. "I think so."
***
"Give me the damn toothpaste!" Draco cried snappishly, holding the tail of the toothpaste with a firm hand. Ginny's eyes narrowed at him, unscrewing the top with the tips of her fingers.
"No," she snarled. "I got it FIRST!"
"YOU DID NOT!" Draco yelled, his face scrunching up in fury. "YOU PROBABLY ALREADY HAVE YOUR OWN TOOTHPASTE!"
"HELL YEAH I DO!" Ginny bellowed back, her hair pouring over her face, strands of auburn tickling the corners of her cheeks. "BUT YOUR TOOTHPASTE IS STRAWBERRY FLAVORED! AND I THINK YOU ARE GAY!"
"I AM NOT GAY!" he bellowed back, spit throwing at the quarters of her face. "MOTHER BOUGHT ME THAT TOOTHPASTE AND IT TASTES GOOD!"
"YOU ALREADY BRUSHED YOUR TEETH!" Ginny argued, her grasp caught on the toothpaste as she put her other hand on her hip, glaring at him furiously.
"HELL YEAH I DID! BUT I DON'T WANT YOU CONTAMINATING IT!" he retorted in a sneering tone, his eyes glittering with satisfaction.
Ginny Weasley had never been so infuriated with anyone in her life. The fact that this gorgeous, but annoying blonde was standing in front of her, arguing over the dibbs of strawberry-flavored-toothpaste seemed immensely surreal. She had pinched herself several times, but at the seventh try, she was fully confirmed that this wasn't a dream - it was a living nightmare.
"Fine," she said coolly, and with a flawless movement, she threw the unscrewed top on the floor, squeezed the body of the toothpaste, and it splattered in a thick, creamy red that spread in a thin line in the front of Draco's pajama front.
"What - the - hell?" he sputtered, his eyes flashing with both surprise and disgust.
Ginny took his toothbrush from the cabinet and slid it over the distance between his pants and shirt, and he felt adrenaline rush through him like a firm grasp of air as she placed the toothbrush at the very corner of the sink, full with toothpaste from his body.
"There you go," she said jovially. "Finish up, and I'll wait in your bedroom." Winking classicly, she turned around, and shut the door with a snap behind her.
"Miserable cute little brat," Draco murmured.
***
"Weasley?"
"Mmm?"
"Are you awake?" He turned his head so that it motioned toward her, his eyes were tightly closed shut as he rolled over to his side, his chest heaving with both exasperation and tiredness. But he couldn't be able to sleep when a girl was in his bed. A particulary cute girl, who had possibly the most freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and nose than anybody in the whole world. Freckles made him squirm uncomfortably. His eyes fluttered open.
Her eyes met his, and she uplifted her face expression to a frowning scowl. "No, Malfoy, I am still asleep," she answered, her voice dripping in sarcasm. She tugged at her nightgown hem,having difficulty loosening it, and wincing. "Damn it, this is so tight," Ginny complained, wrinkling her nose in an odd fashion.
"I'll help you get it off," Draco offered in a suggestive, hopeful voice that rang with naivte.
She gave him a small sardonic smile even though a small blush was now visible across the corners of her cheeks, auburn filling her flesh inquiringly. "No thank you," she replied curtly, sitting up in her bed. "Nice try though."
He gave her a small pout before turning over to his side, capturing the bedspread and blanket in between his fingers and pulled it forward so that it tugged over a larger portion of his body.
"Malfoy!" Ginny hissed, her breath fanning his neck. He didn't respond quickly - his eyes were begging for sleep, but then after a sigh of annoyance of the fact that Ginny had taken to poking him in the back instead, he turned his head.
"What IS it Weasley?" Draco queried in a quipping voice.
"You're taking more than half of the blanket! I am cold too, you know!" she notified him stubbornly.
"Really? Show me proof," Draco demanded slyly.
"What?" Ginny seemed puzzled at this order.
Draco rolled his eyes. This girl couldn't be completely innocent, could she? "Nothing, nothing," he replied in a vague, timid voice.
"You're not getting away that easy! What did you mean?" she demanded, sitting upright on the bed, furrowing her eyebrows at him suspiciously. "Come on Malfoy."
"If you can't figure it out yourself, I am not going to tell you," he protested, snuggling into the warmth of his pillows. It was then that an audible smacking sound was heard, whereas Ginny had hit Draco firmly over the head with a pillow.
"OUCH!" he cried aloud, grasping his head in agony as he turned around, glancing at Ginny furiously. Even looking at her made him infuriated. "What'd you do THAT for?"
She merely smirked, a well-respected trademark of the Malfoy's.
"Okay, Weasley...you asked for it!"
With a squeal she backed away as he reached for his pillow, a dangerous gleam visible in his eyes.
***
Many feathers and pillow covers lay about them, mingled into each other. Ginny frowned, and looked over at Draco.
"Malfoy?"
"Hmmm?" he whispered, his breath making the collar of his shirt hover for several moments in the air.
"Are you awake?"
He turned to her, anticipation glowering in his pupils. "Again?" He clutched at his pillow, ready for aim.
She nodded. "I think so."
***