They spent the next two hours drinking mixes of random things they found behind the bar. They were both flat out drunk, but neither minded.

They didn't spend too much time talking, but occasionally the odd thing came out. After more than a couple of drinks they both became more social with each other completely forgetting whom they were with.

"Man I'm drunk." Announced Draco.

"Uh, Draco?" she said, hiccupping. "It's really cold in here." She looked at him with innocent eyes, biting her lip.

She shivered and rubbed herself, trying to keep warm.

"Uh." He thought for a moment, "you can have my robe if you want." said Draco, pulling his robe over his head and handing it to Ginny over the bar.

"Won't you be cold?" Ginny asked taking it from him.

"Uh, no…" he said. "I'm fine." He was actually rather hot at the moment; particularly from the image of Ginny rubbing herself.

Ginny pulled on his robe, savouring the warmth and smelling the aroma of his expensive cologne.

Ginny glanced at Draco and took in his appearance. He was wearing nothing but a skin-tight shirt, which did nothing to hide the well-defined muscles bursting from his chest and arms. She thought he was rather hot and understood why he didn't need his robe.

She shivered again, but this time it wasn't from the cold.

"Still cold?" asked Draco, his speech slurred. He took another drink from his mug and began to take off his other shirt.

"Nah, it's okay," Ginny said. She burped. "But you can take it off anyways,"

"Why Ginny Weasley!" he exclaimed, giggling. "Are you implying that you would like to see me naked?"

"I wouldn't protest against it," she said, joining in with the giggles.

Draco brought himself around the bar and sat next to her. He handed her a new mug of his special substance while looking into her eyes. Their hands grazed as she grabbed her drink. She looked down as she felt his warm hand against hers.

"You really are cold." Draco said mesmerized in her eyes.

"Yes." She said blankly back.

They sat there for a moment before either of them said anything.

"Come with me I'll get you warmer."

Draco slid off the bar stool and helped Ginny off hers. He put his arm around and led her toward the back room. There was a battered and extremely old heating stove.

"Sit here." He pointed to the ground in front of the stove.

Ginny sat down quietly and just stared at Draco while he went into the bar again and grab a pile of firewood.

He started a fire without any trouble and sat down next to Ginny holding her close to him with one arm.

He stood up.

"Where are you going?" Ginny asked curiously, hiccupping again.

Draco didn't have to answer. He walked around her and sat at her back. He placed his warm hands on her shoulders and began to gently massage her.

Ginny sighed and leaned back into him, warming up very quickly. She discarded the two robes and sweatshirt that she was wearing. All that she remained in was a tight black tank top.

She was now very warm, and it had little to do with the fire.

Draco couldn't hold himself back. He began to peck the back of her neck. She didn't resist so he continued moving his hands around to the front of her body.

She gradually turned around so that she was facing him. No more than two inches separated their faces.

"Draco," she whispered.

"Ginny," he whispered back.

Draco made the first move, but Ginny didn't object at all. He pressed his lips against hers in a frenzy of passion. She reached up and cupped his face with her hands and ran her hands through his soft blond hair.

His hands moved to her sides and they continued passionately adding more here and there and losing some here and there.

Their clothes were discarded haphazardly all over the room.