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"You're all alone, Virginia. All alone and there's no one to hear you scream..."
She shuddered involuntarily at his words, horrified eyes growing wider.
He advanced, and she took an unconscious step back, raising her wand. Did this qualify as a life-threatening situation? She wondered.
"Get out, Malfoy. Now." Her voice trembled slightly, though the arrogance was still there.
He laughed again, but was amazed that she hadn't yet tried to escape.
"Scared, Virginia?" Draco asked, lifting his wand to point at her chest.
"So it's Virginia, now, is it? Since when, Draco, are we on a first name basis?" Ginny retorted, laying sarcastic emphasis on his first name. It was an attempt to change the subject from the panic rising in her throat.
"Do you really think you are in a position to irritate me, Virginia?" He asked with a veiled threat in his cold drawl, advancing again and forcing her to take another step backwards.
She felt something digging into the small of her back, at her retreat, and let one hand slide behind her to feel the doorjamb that lead to her balcony. She was –
"Trapped," Draco said, his tone soft and menacing.
He raised his wand so the tip was pointed at her neck, and she raised her chin slightly to prevent her flesh coming in contact with the wooden implement.
"So beautiful. I can see now why Potter kept you as a toy last year..." He murmured, running a pale finger once more over her jaw line.
"You motherfucking, cocksucking, spoiled, arrogant, evil, wretched waste of human flesh," she hissed, clenching her jaw and raising her hand to slap him again.
Her hand made contact once again with his flesh, and his face turned with the force of her blow. Ginny took advantage of the upper hand she had just gained, and fled for the door of her hotel room, high heels only slightly hampering her escape.
She yanked open the wooden door with such force it probably dented the wall, and tore down the corridor towards the elevators, not daring to look back.
The distance to the end of the hall didn't seem to lessen as she ran, but at long last, after a few desperate moments, she reached the wall of elevator doors and punched the button frantically, silently urging the lift to hurry up.
He turned and watched her flee the room, his face smarting and a red handprint showing clearly on his pale skin. A cold and calculating expression crossed his face, as Draco walked to the now-open door and looked down the hall, to see the youngest Weasley sprinting towards the elevators.
She would be back, he knew. She would have to come back – all her things were still here. And, unless he was very much mistaken, the long wooden wand laying discarded on the floor was hers.
He smirked, and left the room, carrying her bag and wand.
"Virginia..." he called down the corridor, just loud enough to be heard.
She turned at the sound of her name, shaking both in fury and panic, and looked at him with horrified eyes. He was holding her bag. More importantly, he was holding her wand.
Ginny watched in dismay as his smirk widened, and Draco turned away from her, walking down the hall to his own room. He opened the door, and she could just make out the number: 383.
"FUCK!" She screeched, causing more than a few heads to peek out of their doors. She stared as Draco entered his room with a satisfied swagger, and closed the door firmly behind him.
"Goddamn, motherfucking, cocksucking, asshole. I'll kill him, so help me," she muttered, as the lift doors opened and she entered the blessedly empty carriage.
She punched the button for the main level with such force she broke a nail, and folded her arms across her chest. Her terror was replaced now with fury, and she tapped her foot with impatience as the lift made its slow way to the main floor.
As the lift descended, she uttered a long string of insults, curses, profanities and obscenities, all directed at Draco Malfoy. She was quite lucky, really, that her mother couldn't hear her, or Ginny would have found her mouth full of soap.
At long last, the doors opened to admit her to the lobby, and she stepped out quickly. She looked around, attempting to regain her composure and decide what to do.
She knew she would have to go back. She would have to go to his room, to get her things. And as soon as she got them, she would beat the shit out of him and go home. He deserved it.
Ginny sighed. She was totally screwed. Leaving the hotel, she wandered down the street, cursing herself for entering the Daily Prophet writing contest, cursing herself for winning, and cursing herself for not depositing her 1000 galleons prize money in Gringotts, and spending it on this holiday.
Long legs taking her swiftly down the street, Ginny arrived shortly on a street lined with clothing shops. Chocolate eyes peered through the display window of one of the shops, spotted something that caught her fancy, blinked twice, before she was entering the shop.
"Est-ce que je peux vous aider, Madame?" Ginny heard the voice behind her, as she examined a purple silk scarf.
"Non, merci," Ginny replied, turning to the black haired salesgirl who was standing directly behind her.
"Très bien. Si vous avez besoin d'aide, trouvez-moi."
"Merci.*"
The salesgirl left to answer the telephone, and Ginny was left to her browsing. Slowly, she traveled to the back of the store, where she spotted again the item that had drawn her into the store.
It was pale blue in color, fine silk, and cut quite daringly. The dress didn't seem to be very popular, really, as there were several still on the hangers. She cocked her head to the side, and riffled through the hangers to find her size.
Pulling the slinky garment from the rack, Ginny held it up and examined it. There was certainly nothing wrong with it. A smile crept across her features, and Ginny hurried to the fitting rooms in one corner of the store.
Once inside one of the small cubicles, Ginny exchanged her clothing for the tiny dress, and left the change room to find a mirror.
As she was examining the front of the garment, the salesgirl came up to her.
"Il semble parfait sur vous."
"Pensez-vous ainsi?" Ginny asked, turning slightly to see the back of the outfit.
"Absolument."
"I'll take it," Ginny said, on impulse falling into English.
"Oh! You speak English?" The salesgirl seemed quite surprised, and also relieved to be speaking in English.
"Of course! I'm from England."
"Oh, you're so lucky!"
The two girls talked for a while, exchanging jokes and such, as they approached the front of the store.
"You know what would look absolutely stunning with this?" The salesgirl – whose name was Marie – asked, holding up the shimmery mass of blue silk.
"Hmm?" Ginny replied, examining once again the purple scarf.
Marie hurried over to a small alcove in which racks of shoes were displayed, and Ginny followed. Pulling a pair of silver heels – five-inch stilettos – from the shelf, she handed them to Ginny.
"Try them on!"
Ginny laughed, and obliged her new friend, taking her own heels off and replacing them with the silver ones.
"Woah..." She looked down at her feet, as though amazed. She had found heels that were actually totally comfortable. It was amazing. Marie shared her sentiments.
"Amazing, aren't they?" She asked with a nod towards the miracle shoes.
"I'll take them, as well," Ginny replied with a laugh.
Marie nodded knowingly, and the two left the alcove. They reached the till, and Marie boxed up both shoes and dress, wrapping them in tissue paper, before ringing up the bill.
Ginny took a small satchel of money from where she had stashed it on a tie around her thigh, and paid for her purchases. She bade farewell to Marie, and left the shop, leaden down with a bag in each hand.
She heaved a heavy sigh and turned her feet towards her hotel. Upon reaching the stone building, she pushed open the door with her foot, leaving a small dusty print on the glass, and entered the lobby.
Drained from the afternoon's events, Ginny walked towards the elevators with both dread and relief. Dread that he was up there, possibly in her room waiting for her, and relief that she would be able to go to her room and rest – her feet were killing her.
Punching the 'up' button with her middle finger, she waited for the doors of one of the lifts to open. When at last one set of the silver barriers slid apart, Ginny stepped inside and pressed the button that would take her to her floor.
The doors were just closing when a pale hand with long, slender fingers grasped the door, holding it until it reopened. He stepped inside, a smirk on his face, and pressed the already lit '3' button. She moved to the corner, eyeing him with nothing less than loathing in its purest form, and watched the silver doors slide shut again.
"Virginia. Fancy meeting you here," Draco said, laughing softly as she trembled at the sound of his voice.
He thought for a moment; she was terrified, wandless, and confined to an elevator with him. He could press the 'stop' button, and have a little fun...
A/N: Oh how I love writing evil gits! It's so... satisfying. And, I know, he's sort of more evil than the Draco in the books, and she's different too, but they /are/ two years older than the last book. So things could have changed.
*the first conversation between Ginny and the salesgirl goes as follows:
"May I help you, Madam?"
"No, thank you."
"Very well. If you need help, find me."
"Thank you."
The second conversation – when Ginny is looking at herself in the dress – between Ginny and the first salesgirl goes as follows:
"It seems perfect on you."
"Do you think so?"
"Absolutely."
"You're all alone, Virginia. All alone and there's no one to hear you scream..."
She shuddered involuntarily at his words, horrified eyes growing wider.
He advanced, and she took an unconscious step back, raising her wand. Did this qualify as a life-threatening situation? She wondered.
"Get out, Malfoy. Now." Her voice trembled slightly, though the arrogance was still there.
He laughed again, but was amazed that she hadn't yet tried to escape.
"Scared, Virginia?" Draco asked, lifting his wand to point at her chest.
"So it's Virginia, now, is it? Since when, Draco, are we on a first name basis?" Ginny retorted, laying sarcastic emphasis on his first name. It was an attempt to change the subject from the panic rising in her throat.
"Do you really think you are in a position to irritate me, Virginia?" He asked with a veiled threat in his cold drawl, advancing again and forcing her to take another step backwards.
She felt something digging into the small of her back, at her retreat, and let one hand slide behind her to feel the doorjamb that lead to her balcony. She was –
"Trapped," Draco said, his tone soft and menacing.
He raised his wand so the tip was pointed at her neck, and she raised her chin slightly to prevent her flesh coming in contact with the wooden implement.
"So beautiful. I can see now why Potter kept you as a toy last year..." He murmured, running a pale finger once more over her jaw line.
"You motherfucking, cocksucking, spoiled, arrogant, evil, wretched waste of human flesh," she hissed, clenching her jaw and raising her hand to slap him again.
Her hand made contact once again with his flesh, and his face turned with the force of her blow. Ginny took advantage of the upper hand she had just gained, and fled for the door of her hotel room, high heels only slightly hampering her escape.
She yanked open the wooden door with such force it probably dented the wall, and tore down the corridor towards the elevators, not daring to look back.
The distance to the end of the hall didn't seem to lessen as she ran, but at long last, after a few desperate moments, she reached the wall of elevator doors and punched the button frantically, silently urging the lift to hurry up.
He turned and watched her flee the room, his face smarting and a red handprint showing clearly on his pale skin. A cold and calculating expression crossed his face, as Draco walked to the now-open door and looked down the hall, to see the youngest Weasley sprinting towards the elevators.
She would be back, he knew. She would have to come back – all her things were still here. And, unless he was very much mistaken, the long wooden wand laying discarded on the floor was hers.
He smirked, and left the room, carrying her bag and wand.
"Virginia..." he called down the corridor, just loud enough to be heard.
She turned at the sound of her name, shaking both in fury and panic, and looked at him with horrified eyes. He was holding her bag. More importantly, he was holding her wand.
Ginny watched in dismay as his smirk widened, and Draco turned away from her, walking down the hall to his own room. He opened the door, and she could just make out the number: 383.
"FUCK!" She screeched, causing more than a few heads to peek out of their doors. She stared as Draco entered his room with a satisfied swagger, and closed the door firmly behind him.
"Goddamn, motherfucking, cocksucking, asshole. I'll kill him, so help me," she muttered, as the lift doors opened and she entered the blessedly empty carriage.
She punched the button for the main level with such force she broke a nail, and folded her arms across her chest. Her terror was replaced now with fury, and she tapped her foot with impatience as the lift made its slow way to the main floor.
As the lift descended, she uttered a long string of insults, curses, profanities and obscenities, all directed at Draco Malfoy. She was quite lucky, really, that her mother couldn't hear her, or Ginny would have found her mouth full of soap.
At long last, the doors opened to admit her to the lobby, and she stepped out quickly. She looked around, attempting to regain her composure and decide what to do.
She knew she would have to go back. She would have to go to his room, to get her things. And as soon as she got them, she would beat the shit out of him and go home. He deserved it.
Ginny sighed. She was totally screwed. Leaving the hotel, she wandered down the street, cursing herself for entering the Daily Prophet writing contest, cursing herself for winning, and cursing herself for not depositing her 1000 galleons prize money in Gringotts, and spending it on this holiday.
Long legs taking her swiftly down the street, Ginny arrived shortly on a street lined with clothing shops. Chocolate eyes peered through the display window of one of the shops, spotted something that caught her fancy, blinked twice, before she was entering the shop.
"Est-ce que je peux vous aider, Madame?" Ginny heard the voice behind her, as she examined a purple silk scarf.
"Non, merci," Ginny replied, turning to the black haired salesgirl who was standing directly behind her.
"Très bien. Si vous avez besoin d'aide, trouvez-moi."
"Merci.*"
The salesgirl left to answer the telephone, and Ginny was left to her browsing. Slowly, she traveled to the back of the store, where she spotted again the item that had drawn her into the store.
It was pale blue in color, fine silk, and cut quite daringly. The dress didn't seem to be very popular, really, as there were several still on the hangers. She cocked her head to the side, and riffled through the hangers to find her size.
Pulling the slinky garment from the rack, Ginny held it up and examined it. There was certainly nothing wrong with it. A smile crept across her features, and Ginny hurried to the fitting rooms in one corner of the store.
Once inside one of the small cubicles, Ginny exchanged her clothing for the tiny dress, and left the change room to find a mirror.
As she was examining the front of the garment, the salesgirl came up to her.
"Il semble parfait sur vous."
"Pensez-vous ainsi?" Ginny asked, turning slightly to see the back of the outfit.
"Absolument."
"I'll take it," Ginny said, on impulse falling into English.
"Oh! You speak English?" The salesgirl seemed quite surprised, and also relieved to be speaking in English.
"Of course! I'm from England."
"Oh, you're so lucky!"
The two girls talked for a while, exchanging jokes and such, as they approached the front of the store.
"You know what would look absolutely stunning with this?" The salesgirl – whose name was Marie – asked, holding up the shimmery mass of blue silk.
"Hmm?" Ginny replied, examining once again the purple scarf.
Marie hurried over to a small alcove in which racks of shoes were displayed, and Ginny followed. Pulling a pair of silver heels – five-inch stilettos – from the shelf, she handed them to Ginny.
"Try them on!"
Ginny laughed, and obliged her new friend, taking her own heels off and replacing them with the silver ones.
"Woah..." She looked down at her feet, as though amazed. She had found heels that were actually totally comfortable. It was amazing. Marie shared her sentiments.
"Amazing, aren't they?" She asked with a nod towards the miracle shoes.
"I'll take them, as well," Ginny replied with a laugh.
Marie nodded knowingly, and the two left the alcove. They reached the till, and Marie boxed up both shoes and dress, wrapping them in tissue paper, before ringing up the bill.
Ginny took a small satchel of money from where she had stashed it on a tie around her thigh, and paid for her purchases. She bade farewell to Marie, and left the shop, leaden down with a bag in each hand.
She heaved a heavy sigh and turned her feet towards her hotel. Upon reaching the stone building, she pushed open the door with her foot, leaving a small dusty print on the glass, and entered the lobby.
Drained from the afternoon's events, Ginny walked towards the elevators with both dread and relief. Dread that he was up there, possibly in her room waiting for her, and relief that she would be able to go to her room and rest – her feet were killing her.
Punching the 'up' button with her middle finger, she waited for the doors of one of the lifts to open. When at last one set of the silver barriers slid apart, Ginny stepped inside and pressed the button that would take her to her floor.
The doors were just closing when a pale hand with long, slender fingers grasped the door, holding it until it reopened. He stepped inside, a smirk on his face, and pressed the already lit '3' button. She moved to the corner, eyeing him with nothing less than loathing in its purest form, and watched the silver doors slide shut again.
"Virginia. Fancy meeting you here," Draco said, laughing softly as she trembled at the sound of his voice.
He thought for a moment; she was terrified, wandless, and confined to an elevator with him. He could press the 'stop' button, and have a little fun...
A/N: Oh how I love writing evil gits! It's so... satisfying. And, I know, he's sort of more evil than the Draco in the books, and she's different too, but they /are/ two years older than the last book. So things could have changed.
*the first conversation between Ginny and the salesgirl goes as follows:
"May I help you, Madam?"
"No, thank you."
"Very well. If you need help, find me."
"Thank you."
The second conversation – when Ginny is looking at herself in the dress – between Ginny and the first salesgirl goes as follows:
"It seems perfect on you."
"Do you think so?"
"Absolutely."