I laid sprawled on the floor of the living room. I was such an idiot.
Viktor had stuck his head in to say he was leaving. I asked how long he
would be gone. He said he didn't know. I said for him to be careful. He
said he would. Then an awkward good-bye, and he was gone.
Now I was drowning my worries in this white wine. I downed my fifth glass or was it my seventh. I giggled and threw the cup aside. 'Drinking white wine out of a plastic cup . . . what a way to spend a day!' I laughed at my own cleverness of rhyming. My stomach lurched. I wasn't feeling too hot. "Viktor!" I moaned helplessly. I received silence in return. "Oh yea, he's gone," I murmured to myself. I grabbed the table nearby and used it to drag me across the floor. 'I am so going to feel this tomorrow.'
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Draco took a sip of his wine. His father sat across the table from him, his mother to Lucius' right. He was bored with this silence, but he had no intention to begin a conversation with his parents. "May I be excused?" He asked.
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy looked up from their dinners at their son. "Of course," Narcissa answered. Lucius didn't say anything.
Draco pushed his chair back with his knees and exited the dining room. He sighed and turned the corners to reach his room. He said the charm and opened the door. He was bored. Perhaps he should torture one of the house elves. 'Father wouldn't be too pleased with that.' He picked up his wand and twirled it through his fingers. Why wasn't Granger trying to kill him? He needed some fun. What was she doing right now?
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"I made up the bed we sleep in. I look at the clock when you creep in. It's 6 A.M. and I'm alone. Did ya know when ya . . . Perfect ending! To the bad day I was just beginning When ya go all I kn . . . something! You're my favorite mistakeeeeeee!" I sung totally off key. 'What the hell am I doing?' The music played in the background.
I was still lying on the floor. The wine bottle had long since been empty, so I choose to listen to depressing music instead. (I couldn't make it to the kitchen). I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. "Viktor!" I tried again. Still no answer. "Get your ass back here!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "DO YOU HEAR ME?!" I tried to get to my feet, but I fell over. 'I'm tired.' I was too tired to crawl all the way to my bedroom. I pulled one of the pillows off the couch and laid my head on it.
'Stupid bloody prat ass stupid stupid head!' I thought angrily. 'I hate you Draco whatever-your-middle-name-is Malfoy!'
"Mione!" Someone called out.
"Huh?" I lifted myself up with great trouble and saw Ginny walk into the room.
She frowned. "What are you doing?"
I held my head. "I don't know. Do you know where Viktor is cause I don't?"
"No. I haven't heard from him." Ginny came over and helped my up onto the couch.
"Will you find out? I think he's mad at me," I said as she put the pillow under my head.
"Woahhh," Ginny said as she waved her hand around. "What have you been drinking?"
"Oh." I started laughing and found I couldn't stop until my ribs hurt. "Viktor and me were gunna do the naughty-naughty," I explained with a giggle, "but I said I wasn't ready so we waited; and then." I though back hard. This alcohol made it hard to concentrate on one thing for very long. "Um . . . then he-he said he had to go somewhere! And I got mad and like left or something. Do you know where Viktor is?"
Ginny sighed as she picked up the empty white wine bottle and plastic Carebear cup and turned off the music. "You need to sleep this drinking off."
"Right," I said. My stomach lurched painfully again. "Ginny?"
"Yea?"
"I need to vomit!"
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Viktor sat at the bar and watched as yet another fight broke out that night.
". . . what do you think?"
Viktor looked up at Oliver Wood who had just finished speaking. "I'm sorry. Vhat?"
"I said what do you think," Oliver repeated.
"About vhat?"
Oliver sighed. "Nevermind. Just Quidditch." Viktor nodded wordlessly.
"Hey, Viktor," Oliver began to break the awkward silence that had come between them. "I was thinking of proposing to Ginny. What do you think?"
Viktor stared at him for a while and grinned. "That's great!"
"Really?" Oliver's face glowed. "You don't think it's too early?"
"No, not if you don't think it is."
Oliver was beaming. "Hey, that reminds me. Why haven't you and Hermione gotten hitched?" Viktor got quiet at the subject. "What's up?" Oliver looked at his friend with concern.
"Nothing," Viktor lied. He shouldn't have just left her like that. He was just so damn tired of her ignoring him for that man. Then she tells him he kissed her. She looked so guilty about it. What if she and he were having relations? Rage ran through him again. "Nothing," He repeated.
"Well, it seems like a lot of nothing to get so worked up about," Oliver peered at him closely.
Viktor shrugged. "I should be getting back." He stood up. "Good luck asking Ginny."
"Thanks," Oliver said as he watched Viktor leave.
Viktor walked down the dark street instead of returning home. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face to Hermione again. He rented a room at a boarding house nearby. 'Vhat is Hermione doing now?'
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I coughed over the toilet while Ginny patted my back. "That's a good girl. Just throw it up."
"You're not helping," I moaned as another wave of nausea hit me and vomited yet again.
"Hey, you try being in my position," Ginny joked. "I should go get some milk. It helps."
"Soy milk!" I called after her. I plopped down next to the toilet and pushed down the handle to flush it.
Ginny returned moments later with a cup of milk. "Drink it slowly," She advised.
I did as she said and took small sips. My stomach stopped churning. "Thanks, Gin."
"Hey, what're friend's for?" She smiled down at me. "Do you think you can make it to your room if I help you?"
I nodded. "I can try." Ginny placed my arm around her shoulders and helped lift me to my feet. I felt like I had a bad case of the jelly legs. We wobbled all the way down the hall to my bed which felt like heaven when I laid down on it. I sighed and patted the space next to me. Ginny crawled in next to me, and we both go under the covers.
"This reminds me of that time when we snuck all those blankets outside and watched the stars," I said with small smile at the memory.
"That was summer before last, right? In Hunt?" Ginny asked.
"Yea. It was like 2:00 in the morning," I laughed slightly.
"Mhmm. Harry and Ron were trying to fish in the dark." We both laughed as we remembered that.
"Yea and Harry gave me that gun thing that we had brought out in case there we any snakes, and I kept pointing at him on accident," I recalled with a laugh.
"Oh yea. He was so freaked out."
"It was on safety. It wasn't like I was actually going to shot anybody," I added with a small laugh.
"Ya know what?" Ginny said as she turned on her side to face me.
"What?" I asked.
"We should rent that place and go there this summer. Me, you, Harry, Ron, Oliver, Viktor, and anyone else. You remember how many rooms that place had."
I nodded. "There was that room upstairs where slept. It had like seven beds in it. Then there were those two rooms downstairs. One had two beds and the other had one. Then there was that room outside that had two beds in it."
"Yep. That was so fun." Ginny smiled evilly. "And there was also that all-boys camp right across the river, remember?"
I laughed. "Yea, too bad last time we were there, they weren't."
Ginny smiled. "Mhm, but it would figure that they would all be ugly anyways . . . unlike my Oliver," She giggled at the last part.
I turned my head to face her once more. "You really love him don't you?"
Ginny blushed. "Yes. I feel so complete when I'm around him. He's all I've ever wanted and more."
"And Harry isn't?" I teased.
She blushed ever more. "Hey, that was like first year! It was a silly infatuation, and we all know it!"
"Mhmmmm. Sureeeee."
We both laughed. "Oh, bite me," Ginny said with a grin.
"Nah, that's Oliver's job." I winked at her.
"Speaking of 'jobs,'" She grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "How's Viktor in bed?" She winked.
It was my turn to blush. "Well, I mean we haven't really done anything, ya know?"
"Well, how far have you gone?" Ginny asked nosily.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes, actually, I would be very interested to know."
"It's none of your bee's wax." I said and turned onto my back.
"Oh, c'mon!" Ginny nudged me. "I'll tell you if you tell me."
"I don't want to know all the little facts about you and Oliver's love life!"
"Mi . . ." She gave me puppy dog eyes and pouted.
I bit my bottom lip and smiled. "Alright, fine!" Ginny giggled and clapped before scooting closer for the details. "Well, this morning was about the farthest we got." She nodded for me to continue. "Um . . . what do you want to know?" I asked shyly.
"Is he good?"
I nodded. "Uh . . . yeaaa!"
She grinned. "Like what did he do that was so good?"
"Well." I remember the way he had kissed my legs and massaged my ankles and my head spun. "He just," I bit my bottom lip again.
"Oh, c'mon. It's just us girls."
I sighed. 'Whatever.' "He like did this thing where he," I sat up and crawled in front of Ginny to explain it. "He like rubbed my ankles kinda like this," I massaged her ankles and then stopped. "And he like. Well, I was kinda naked." I blushed.
"Ooooo!" Ginny smiled. I blushed more. "You were naked, and he was massaging your ankles anddd."
"And he like kissed up to my knee." I showed her on my leg. "Then he did my other leg, and then he kissed from my knee up to about right here." I pointed to the top of my inner thigh. I laughed as I remember what he did next. "Then he looked up at me and winked and grinned and did the other leg. And I don't know, it felt really good." I blushed deeply.
"Hmmm. I should get Oliver to do that," Ginny said with a laugh. We both knew she wouldn't. There was a moment of silence before she ventured to ask, "Why are you so afraid to have sex with him?"
I shrugged. "I'm not really afraid . . . It just doesn't feel right. Like the whole time we were doing all that this morning, everything was just telling me to make him stop." I hugged my knees to my chest.
"Why didn't you tell him to stop?" Ginny asked with concern.
I shrugged again. "I dunno. I kinda didn't want him to stop . . ."
Ginny didn't laugh though. "You should listen to your body. If it's telling you to tell him to stop, you should. It's like you have a sixth sense that knows these sort of things." She smiled lopsidedly.
"I dunno. We've been together three bloody years. Why can't I just . . ." I trailed off.
Ginny hugged me tightly. "Maybe he's not the right one for you," She said quietly. "You just think he is because it seems logical."
I sighed heavily. Somehow a weight felt like it was lifted off my shoulders as I listened to her say this. "I think you should try and see other people."
"I love him, Gin." I smiled at her.
"Well, whatever makes you happy. I don't know how you feel, so it's not my place to say." She smiled back before looking at the clock. "Oh! Sorry, Mi, but I really must run. I think Oliver wanted to take me out to dinner tonight."
"Alright," I said, slightly jealous.
She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me good-bye before leaving. "I'll lock the door behind me," She called up to me.
I laid back on the bed. "I love Viktor," I said to myself. Somehow I didn't believe it. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______
Haha. Two chapters in one day whoop! whoop! I'm tired again. Kinda sick right now. Thanks to the newest reviewer, magicalchartermage. I suspect she read the Sabriel series! Hehe that was a good book. I only read Sabriel, but I've been meaning to read the others. Anyways . . . Please Read and Review as always!
Now I was drowning my worries in this white wine. I downed my fifth glass or was it my seventh. I giggled and threw the cup aside. 'Drinking white wine out of a plastic cup . . . what a way to spend a day!' I laughed at my own cleverness of rhyming. My stomach lurched. I wasn't feeling too hot. "Viktor!" I moaned helplessly. I received silence in return. "Oh yea, he's gone," I murmured to myself. I grabbed the table nearby and used it to drag me across the floor. 'I am so going to feel this tomorrow.'
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Draco took a sip of his wine. His father sat across the table from him, his mother to Lucius' right. He was bored with this silence, but he had no intention to begin a conversation with his parents. "May I be excused?" He asked.
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy looked up from their dinners at their son. "Of course," Narcissa answered. Lucius didn't say anything.
Draco pushed his chair back with his knees and exited the dining room. He sighed and turned the corners to reach his room. He said the charm and opened the door. He was bored. Perhaps he should torture one of the house elves. 'Father wouldn't be too pleased with that.' He picked up his wand and twirled it through his fingers. Why wasn't Granger trying to kill him? He needed some fun. What was she doing right now?
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"I made up the bed we sleep in. I look at the clock when you creep in. It's 6 A.M. and I'm alone. Did ya know when ya . . . Perfect ending! To the bad day I was just beginning When ya go all I kn . . . something! You're my favorite mistakeeeeeee!" I sung totally off key. 'What the hell am I doing?' The music played in the background.
I was still lying on the floor. The wine bottle had long since been empty, so I choose to listen to depressing music instead. (I couldn't make it to the kitchen). I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. "Viktor!" I tried again. Still no answer. "Get your ass back here!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "DO YOU HEAR ME?!" I tried to get to my feet, but I fell over. 'I'm tired.' I was too tired to crawl all the way to my bedroom. I pulled one of the pillows off the couch and laid my head on it.
'Stupid bloody prat ass stupid stupid head!' I thought angrily. 'I hate you Draco whatever-your-middle-name-is Malfoy!'
"Mione!" Someone called out.
"Huh?" I lifted myself up with great trouble and saw Ginny walk into the room.
She frowned. "What are you doing?"
I held my head. "I don't know. Do you know where Viktor is cause I don't?"
"No. I haven't heard from him." Ginny came over and helped my up onto the couch.
"Will you find out? I think he's mad at me," I said as she put the pillow under my head.
"Woahhh," Ginny said as she waved her hand around. "What have you been drinking?"
"Oh." I started laughing and found I couldn't stop until my ribs hurt. "Viktor and me were gunna do the naughty-naughty," I explained with a giggle, "but I said I wasn't ready so we waited; and then." I though back hard. This alcohol made it hard to concentrate on one thing for very long. "Um . . . then he-he said he had to go somewhere! And I got mad and like left or something. Do you know where Viktor is?"
Ginny sighed as she picked up the empty white wine bottle and plastic Carebear cup and turned off the music. "You need to sleep this drinking off."
"Right," I said. My stomach lurched painfully again. "Ginny?"
"Yea?"
"I need to vomit!"
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Viktor sat at the bar and watched as yet another fight broke out that night.
". . . what do you think?"
Viktor looked up at Oliver Wood who had just finished speaking. "I'm sorry. Vhat?"
"I said what do you think," Oliver repeated.
"About vhat?"
Oliver sighed. "Nevermind. Just Quidditch." Viktor nodded wordlessly.
"Hey, Viktor," Oliver began to break the awkward silence that had come between them. "I was thinking of proposing to Ginny. What do you think?"
Viktor stared at him for a while and grinned. "That's great!"
"Really?" Oliver's face glowed. "You don't think it's too early?"
"No, not if you don't think it is."
Oliver was beaming. "Hey, that reminds me. Why haven't you and Hermione gotten hitched?" Viktor got quiet at the subject. "What's up?" Oliver looked at his friend with concern.
"Nothing," Viktor lied. He shouldn't have just left her like that. He was just so damn tired of her ignoring him for that man. Then she tells him he kissed her. She looked so guilty about it. What if she and he were having relations? Rage ran through him again. "Nothing," He repeated.
"Well, it seems like a lot of nothing to get so worked up about," Oliver peered at him closely.
Viktor shrugged. "I should be getting back." He stood up. "Good luck asking Ginny."
"Thanks," Oliver said as he watched Viktor leave.
Viktor walked down the dark street instead of returning home. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face to Hermione again. He rented a room at a boarding house nearby. 'Vhat is Hermione doing now?'
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I coughed over the toilet while Ginny patted my back. "That's a good girl. Just throw it up."
"You're not helping," I moaned as another wave of nausea hit me and vomited yet again.
"Hey, you try being in my position," Ginny joked. "I should go get some milk. It helps."
"Soy milk!" I called after her. I plopped down next to the toilet and pushed down the handle to flush it.
Ginny returned moments later with a cup of milk. "Drink it slowly," She advised.
I did as she said and took small sips. My stomach stopped churning. "Thanks, Gin."
"Hey, what're friend's for?" She smiled down at me. "Do you think you can make it to your room if I help you?"
I nodded. "I can try." Ginny placed my arm around her shoulders and helped lift me to my feet. I felt like I had a bad case of the jelly legs. We wobbled all the way down the hall to my bed which felt like heaven when I laid down on it. I sighed and patted the space next to me. Ginny crawled in next to me, and we both go under the covers.
"This reminds me of that time when we snuck all those blankets outside and watched the stars," I said with small smile at the memory.
"That was summer before last, right? In Hunt?" Ginny asked.
"Yea. It was like 2:00 in the morning," I laughed slightly.
"Mhmm. Harry and Ron were trying to fish in the dark." We both laughed as we remembered that.
"Yea and Harry gave me that gun thing that we had brought out in case there we any snakes, and I kept pointing at him on accident," I recalled with a laugh.
"Oh yea. He was so freaked out."
"It was on safety. It wasn't like I was actually going to shot anybody," I added with a small laugh.
"Ya know what?" Ginny said as she turned on her side to face me.
"What?" I asked.
"We should rent that place and go there this summer. Me, you, Harry, Ron, Oliver, Viktor, and anyone else. You remember how many rooms that place had."
I nodded. "There was that room upstairs where slept. It had like seven beds in it. Then there were those two rooms downstairs. One had two beds and the other had one. Then there was that room outside that had two beds in it."
"Yep. That was so fun." Ginny smiled evilly. "And there was also that all-boys camp right across the river, remember?"
I laughed. "Yea, too bad last time we were there, they weren't."
Ginny smiled. "Mhm, but it would figure that they would all be ugly anyways . . . unlike my Oliver," She giggled at the last part.
I turned my head to face her once more. "You really love him don't you?"
Ginny blushed. "Yes. I feel so complete when I'm around him. He's all I've ever wanted and more."
"And Harry isn't?" I teased.
She blushed ever more. "Hey, that was like first year! It was a silly infatuation, and we all know it!"
"Mhmmmm. Sureeeee."
We both laughed. "Oh, bite me," Ginny said with a grin.
"Nah, that's Oliver's job." I winked at her.
"Speaking of 'jobs,'" She grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "How's Viktor in bed?" She winked.
It was my turn to blush. "Well, I mean we haven't really done anything, ya know?"
"Well, how far have you gone?" Ginny asked nosily.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes, actually, I would be very interested to know."
"It's none of your bee's wax." I said and turned onto my back.
"Oh, c'mon!" Ginny nudged me. "I'll tell you if you tell me."
"I don't want to know all the little facts about you and Oliver's love life!"
"Mi . . ." She gave me puppy dog eyes and pouted.
I bit my bottom lip and smiled. "Alright, fine!" Ginny giggled and clapped before scooting closer for the details. "Well, this morning was about the farthest we got." She nodded for me to continue. "Um . . . what do you want to know?" I asked shyly.
"Is he good?"
I nodded. "Uh . . . yeaaa!"
She grinned. "Like what did he do that was so good?"
"Well." I remember the way he had kissed my legs and massaged my ankles and my head spun. "He just," I bit my bottom lip again.
"Oh, c'mon. It's just us girls."
I sighed. 'Whatever.' "He like did this thing where he," I sat up and crawled in front of Ginny to explain it. "He like rubbed my ankles kinda like this," I massaged her ankles and then stopped. "And he like. Well, I was kinda naked." I blushed.
"Ooooo!" Ginny smiled. I blushed more. "You were naked, and he was massaging your ankles anddd."
"And he like kissed up to my knee." I showed her on my leg. "Then he did my other leg, and then he kissed from my knee up to about right here." I pointed to the top of my inner thigh. I laughed as I remember what he did next. "Then he looked up at me and winked and grinned and did the other leg. And I don't know, it felt really good." I blushed deeply.
"Hmmm. I should get Oliver to do that," Ginny said with a laugh. We both knew she wouldn't. There was a moment of silence before she ventured to ask, "Why are you so afraid to have sex with him?"
I shrugged. "I'm not really afraid . . . It just doesn't feel right. Like the whole time we were doing all that this morning, everything was just telling me to make him stop." I hugged my knees to my chest.
"Why didn't you tell him to stop?" Ginny asked with concern.
I shrugged again. "I dunno. I kinda didn't want him to stop . . ."
Ginny didn't laugh though. "You should listen to your body. If it's telling you to tell him to stop, you should. It's like you have a sixth sense that knows these sort of things." She smiled lopsidedly.
"I dunno. We've been together three bloody years. Why can't I just . . ." I trailed off.
Ginny hugged me tightly. "Maybe he's not the right one for you," She said quietly. "You just think he is because it seems logical."
I sighed heavily. Somehow a weight felt like it was lifted off my shoulders as I listened to her say this. "I think you should try and see other people."
"I love him, Gin." I smiled at her.
"Well, whatever makes you happy. I don't know how you feel, so it's not my place to say." She smiled back before looking at the clock. "Oh! Sorry, Mi, but I really must run. I think Oliver wanted to take me out to dinner tonight."
"Alright," I said, slightly jealous.
She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me good-bye before leaving. "I'll lock the door behind me," She called up to me.
I laid back on the bed. "I love Viktor," I said to myself. Somehow I didn't believe it. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______
Haha. Two chapters in one day whoop! whoop! I'm tired again. Kinda sick right now. Thanks to the newest reviewer, magicalchartermage. I suspect she read the Sabriel series! Hehe that was a good book. I only read Sabriel, but I've been meaning to read the others. Anyways . . . Please Read and Review as always!