Chapter 8
By midnight the bottle was nearly empty, and given up on the glasses. Sometime between the impromptu wrestling match and breaking the coffee table Ginny and Draco wound up lying on the living room floor.
"So, I tell the guy, 'Look if you think it's so easy to get into an orange corset and do Julie Pulaski's rendition of 'The Augurey Cries My Fate,' in under a minute - which by the way if you didn't know is a three minute song from before Dumbledore's time even – then you can do it and I can be the man." Draco finishes his tale of one of the first of the many odd jobs he had after the war and before the Daily Prophet.
"Good for you!" Ginny cries commending his decision. "Orange is a horrible color for you."
"Yeah, the corset didn't fit to well either."
"You know I thought you were a terribly egotistical prat with his wand stuck up his arse, but you really aren't."
"Really? What am I?" asks Draco, curious to know.
"Just an egotistical prat, turns out your wand is nowhere near your arse."
"Thank you." Draco says, rolling onto to his side to rest a hand on Ginny's arm. "I really appreciate that," his words are slurring. "People just don't understand me. You know, I used to think that you were a loony bitch who should be locked up in St. Mungo's in the psychotic and deranged area."
"And now what do you think?" she's slurs a little as well, still looking at the ceiling, but her hand is patting Draco's comfortingly.
"That you're a loony bitch who should be locked up in St. Mungo's in the psychotic and deranged area." He declares simply, but then continues, "But there must be reason you're not locked up yet and I trust that."
"That was kind of you." she turns to face him smiling.
"I don't think you can hold liquor so well," he shakes his head at her.
"I can't," and she shakes her head, agreeing with him, and giggling.
"Oh, well it isn't so bad, I was half-afraid you'd be a mean drunk," he lets out an abrupt laugh. "Merlin would somebody change the bloody temperature? It's a bleeding sauna."
"Now I know you're drunk," she continues to giggle, "Mr. It-Better-Be- Seventy-Two-Degrees-In-Here-Or-I'm-Going-To-Go-Voldemort-On-You-And-Destroy- Everything-And-You-Aren't-Going-To-Like-It."
"Seventy-two degrees is not hot." Draco pouts, returning his gaze to the ceiling.
"And yet you're complaining about it being 'a sauna,'" she turns away from him as well.
"Be quiet." Draco tells her, but is only mimicked childishly.
After a few minutes of silence, "So, if you don't like me, and I don't like you, and we don't like each other, then why are we living together?" Ginny asks.
"Because of a woman who is too good for her own good."
"Hermione's an evil, evil witch." Ginny states.
"Evil, evil." Draco agrees.
"We should pay her back."
"Yeah..." Draco seems to revel in the idea. "How?"
"I've a cunning plan."
"What is it?"
"Erm... I will have a cunning plan." Ginny thinks for moment.
"We should tie her to a tree in the Forbidden Forest." Draco suggests.
"I say we tie her to the tracks used by the Hogwarts Express."
"She hates flying. I say we put her on a thestral and send her on her way around the world – twice."
"Hmm. I think we should sell her to Fred and George, for experimental purposes."
His head snaps to look at her. "We don't want to kill her. Just scar her a bit."
"How'd you and she become friends anyway?" looking back at him.
"Working in close quarters will do that."
"Do you think living in close quarters will do that?"
"Highly likely I fear." He pauses. "I've never told anyone, but I'm very partial to red hair." His tells her fingering her locks that have fallen across her face.
"I often pondered your blonde."
"I really enjoy the fact you added that flowery, fruity smell to the flat."
She nods with a laugh.
"And I really enjoyed your apology meal." He leans in closer. "I really had too much to drink."
She nods again, and leans in with him. The kiss is clumsy and drunken as Ginny rolls on top of him, and lets out a tiny whine as she tugs at his shirt. His hands are on her hips and he's growing more and more anxious. Within moments they're on the couch, clothing reduced to undergarments.
STOP! A voice in Ginny's head cries. STOP! It's more urgent now.
YOU'RE DRUNK! STOP! STOP! Sounds a similar voice in Draco's mind.
CEASE AND DESIST! They are simultaneous and Draco and Ginny tug apart looking at each other frightened. Inside themselves their consciences sigh in relief. Unfortunately their libidos don't.
They jump away from each other like the plague with the couch between them.
"What the hell!" Draco yells. Ginny whimpers. Both upset that they allowed that to happen and that they didn't finish what they started.
Oh yeah. Hermione was definitely gonna get hers.
A/N: I apologize for the constant changing of the verb tense as Shuffle Queen pointed out (thank you). I will do my best to keep from making those mistakes again.
"We don't want to kill her. Just scar her a bit." Just so you know, it is 'scar,' not a typo. They want her scarred not scared.
"I've a cunning plan." -Blackadder. I couldn't resist.
Mercy, I hope the next chapter is better. I sense something was/is missing, but I reread it over and over and I don't exactly know what it is. I hope it isn't anything important.
One thing there are italics and bold in this chapter but ffn is being stubborn and not saving that. It's not important really, but it just seems so very plain now. And my computer is playing tricks on me b/c I scroll the preview and it's underlined and I scroll again and it's not. this ch. sux.
Last, but not least, THANK YOU, VERY, VERY MUCH!!! for your review.
I also feel it's appropriate to give a special thanx to Luna Gypsy and Rock-Witch, for your constant feedback and letting me know I haven't mucked up yet. Maybe I should have saved that for the end but. I could not resist.
By midnight the bottle was nearly empty, and given up on the glasses. Sometime between the impromptu wrestling match and breaking the coffee table Ginny and Draco wound up lying on the living room floor.
"So, I tell the guy, 'Look if you think it's so easy to get into an orange corset and do Julie Pulaski's rendition of 'The Augurey Cries My Fate,' in under a minute - which by the way if you didn't know is a three minute song from before Dumbledore's time even – then you can do it and I can be the man." Draco finishes his tale of one of the first of the many odd jobs he had after the war and before the Daily Prophet.
"Good for you!" Ginny cries commending his decision. "Orange is a horrible color for you."
"Yeah, the corset didn't fit to well either."
"You know I thought you were a terribly egotistical prat with his wand stuck up his arse, but you really aren't."
"Really? What am I?" asks Draco, curious to know.
"Just an egotistical prat, turns out your wand is nowhere near your arse."
"Thank you." Draco says, rolling onto to his side to rest a hand on Ginny's arm. "I really appreciate that," his words are slurring. "People just don't understand me. You know, I used to think that you were a loony bitch who should be locked up in St. Mungo's in the psychotic and deranged area."
"And now what do you think?" she's slurs a little as well, still looking at the ceiling, but her hand is patting Draco's comfortingly.
"That you're a loony bitch who should be locked up in St. Mungo's in the psychotic and deranged area." He declares simply, but then continues, "But there must be reason you're not locked up yet and I trust that."
"That was kind of you." she turns to face him smiling.
"I don't think you can hold liquor so well," he shakes his head at her.
"I can't," and she shakes her head, agreeing with him, and giggling.
"Oh, well it isn't so bad, I was half-afraid you'd be a mean drunk," he lets out an abrupt laugh. "Merlin would somebody change the bloody temperature? It's a bleeding sauna."
"Now I know you're drunk," she continues to giggle, "Mr. It-Better-Be- Seventy-Two-Degrees-In-Here-Or-I'm-Going-To-Go-Voldemort-On-You-And-Destroy- Everything-And-You-Aren't-Going-To-Like-It."
"Seventy-two degrees is not hot." Draco pouts, returning his gaze to the ceiling.
"And yet you're complaining about it being 'a sauna,'" she turns away from him as well.
"Be quiet." Draco tells her, but is only mimicked childishly.
After a few minutes of silence, "So, if you don't like me, and I don't like you, and we don't like each other, then why are we living together?" Ginny asks.
"Because of a woman who is too good for her own good."
"Hermione's an evil, evil witch." Ginny states.
"Evil, evil." Draco agrees.
"We should pay her back."
"Yeah..." Draco seems to revel in the idea. "How?"
"I've a cunning plan."
"What is it?"
"Erm... I will have a cunning plan." Ginny thinks for moment.
"We should tie her to a tree in the Forbidden Forest." Draco suggests.
"I say we tie her to the tracks used by the Hogwarts Express."
"She hates flying. I say we put her on a thestral and send her on her way around the world – twice."
"Hmm. I think we should sell her to Fred and George, for experimental purposes."
His head snaps to look at her. "We don't want to kill her. Just scar her a bit."
"How'd you and she become friends anyway?" looking back at him.
"Working in close quarters will do that."
"Do you think living in close quarters will do that?"
"Highly likely I fear." He pauses. "I've never told anyone, but I'm very partial to red hair." His tells her fingering her locks that have fallen across her face.
"I often pondered your blonde."
"I really enjoy the fact you added that flowery, fruity smell to the flat."
She nods with a laugh.
"And I really enjoyed your apology meal." He leans in closer. "I really had too much to drink."
She nods again, and leans in with him. The kiss is clumsy and drunken as Ginny rolls on top of him, and lets out a tiny whine as she tugs at his shirt. His hands are on her hips and he's growing more and more anxious. Within moments they're on the couch, clothing reduced to undergarments.
STOP! A voice in Ginny's head cries. STOP! It's more urgent now.
YOU'RE DRUNK! STOP! STOP! Sounds a similar voice in Draco's mind.
CEASE AND DESIST! They are simultaneous and Draco and Ginny tug apart looking at each other frightened. Inside themselves their consciences sigh in relief. Unfortunately their libidos don't.
They jump away from each other like the plague with the couch between them.
"What the hell!" Draco yells. Ginny whimpers. Both upset that they allowed that to happen and that they didn't finish what they started.
Oh yeah. Hermione was definitely gonna get hers.
A/N: I apologize for the constant changing of the verb tense as Shuffle Queen pointed out (thank you). I will do my best to keep from making those mistakes again.
"We don't want to kill her. Just scar her a bit." Just so you know, it is 'scar,' not a typo. They want her scarred not scared.
"I've a cunning plan." -Blackadder. I couldn't resist.
Mercy, I hope the next chapter is better. I sense something was/is missing, but I reread it over and over and I don't exactly know what it is. I hope it isn't anything important.
One thing there are italics and bold in this chapter but ffn is being stubborn and not saving that. It's not important really, but it just seems so very plain now. And my computer is playing tricks on me b/c I scroll the preview and it's underlined and I scroll again and it's not. this ch. sux.
Last, but not least, THANK YOU, VERY, VERY MUCH!!! for your review.
I also feel it's appropriate to give a special thanx to Luna Gypsy and Rock-Witch, for your constant feedback and letting me know I haven't mucked up yet. Maybe I should have saved that for the end but. I could not resist.