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"May I inquire, Virginia, as to why you feel the need to spout useless bits of nonsense?" Draco asked, raising a brow.
"No, you may not," she replied, before returning to her soup.
Insolent little tart, he thought, returning to his own meal. But a beautiful insolent little tart. Damn he wanted her! Of course, he pondered, setting down his soup spoon in his now-empty bowl, he could have her. All he'd have to do was tell her it was another step to getting her things back...
A truly evil and hungry expression crossed his face, as he thought of her on her knees in front of him... Draco shook the thought from his head, and sat back in his seat, watching in silence as she finished her soup and pushed the bowl away.
"Draco, love, do you have a problem?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice, not particularly enjoying the fact that he was staring at her with an indescribable look in his gray eyes.
"Not at all, Virginia. Why do you ask?"
"Because you were staring at me..."
"Was I?"
"And I thought you were supposed to be intelligent," she quipped, looking over his shoulder towards their waiter, who was approaching slowly, laden down with the next course of their meal.
The young man, whom she now knew was called Andre, replaced the empty soup bowls with plates a steaming concoction called Crepe Normande. The seafood dish was accompanied by a Sauvignon Blanc from a winery in New Zealand.
Ginny took a sip of the wine, and was pleased with the taste; the only word she could find to describe it was 'bright'. A small smile crossed her lips, as she took a tentative bite of the Crepe Normande, and wasn't so pleased with the taste. She had never been one to like seafood.
An odd expression crossed her face, and she swallowed down the small bit of food in her mouth. She was most assuredly not going to be eating this course.
"What's wrong Virginia? Don't like seafood?" Draco asked, taking a bite of his own food.
A similar expression to hers crossed his face, and Draco gagged. She smirked.
"What's wrong Draco? Don't like seafood?" She inquired, mocking him.
He glowered at her, and choked down the bit of seafood in his mouth and didn't bother to answer.
Instead, he downed half his glass of wine, and left the table. She breathed a sigh of relief, at his departure, and wondered absently if he'd gone to the restroom – he had looked faintly ill, like he was going to throw up.
Sadly, her solitude was not long lived, as Draco returned with the waiter, who was apologizing most profusely. The latter, cleared their plates, and, to Ginny's distaste, their wine glasses as well. She had liked that Sauvignon Blanc.
The petulant frown returned to her lips, and Ginny leaned back in her seat.
"You know," she said, as Draco slid into his chair opposite her, "this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't ordered this bloody special."
He looked quite menacing when he was angry, Ginny had found out earlier that day, but he was more frightening when he was trying to hide his anger. His eyes sort of... sparked. She shivered.
"It would not be prudent, Virginia, to make me more angry than I already am. So I suggest that you shut your mouth, and do not speak unless spoken to," he replied in a tone she could only classify as sinister.
"You know, you don't have to get so angry about not liking a course in your meal," Ginny retorted, her own tone derisive.
Draco looked at her over the table, his face quite expressionless. She arched a brow, somewhat spooked by his lack of emotion. When still he said nothing, and his face remained blank, she shivered again.
She really was quite insufferable, Draco thought, as he watched the girl go from taunting to perplexed to frightened. He sat in silence for a moment, watching her steadily.
"I do believe that this meal is over," he stated after a while, when their waiter did not return.
"What /are/ you talking about?" She was incredulous.
"Our waiter has not returned. I specifically informed him that if he did not repair the damage done, we would be leaving. And now, Virginia, we are leaving. Come along." Draco replied, standing.
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I said no. I want my meal."
"You are forgetting, Virginia, that you have no money."
"Draco? Please?" She pouted, the expression on her face one that had gotten her out of trouble many times in the past. Apparently it didn't work on the Dark Prince.
"Come along, Virginia," he repeated himself, tapping a foot in impatience.
She sighed, and stood, having learnt by now that it was pretty much fruitless to argue with him. When she was beside him, she felt his arm encircle her waist once more, and Draco guided her to the front of the restaurant.
He stopped when they reached the small alcove where the host stood, and Draco spoke rapidly in French, paid a small sum of money, and fairly dragged Ginny out of the building. He was fuming.
"What? Pissed off because for once in your life someone wouldn't let you weasel out of paying?" She asked sardonically, with a slight huff of derision.
His fingers bit into her flesh, silencing any further remarks from the youngest Weasley, and he started to guide her down the street.
She sighed in resignation, as they walked down the street. It could have been a perfect picture, she thought; a young couple, in Paris, walking down the street in the evening... If only the person she was walking with weren't Draco Malfoy.
"This sucks," she muttered, kicking a pebble.
"Not enjoying yourself, Virginia?" He inquired, looking down at her.
She looked up at him, and, rather than replying, she stuck her tongue out at him.
"My, my, I didn't know you were so childish," he said softly, just as she was looking away.
"It's best to act like a child when dealing with one," she retorted, not looking at him.
"Must I keep reminding you that you are in no place to insult me, Virginia?"
"You insult me, so I retaliate. It's sort of a habit of mine."
"Then I suggest you break that habit, or you will never get your things back."
She stuck her tongue out once more.
"You know what I would like you to do with that tongue of yours?" He purred suggestively in her ear. She shivered, not from fear, but from the delicious chills that were running up her spine.
He smiled wickedly.
They had reached the hotel, and he pushed open the door, and guided her through the lobby to the elevators. She pressed the button, and when a pair of silver doors slid open, he directed her through them and into the elevator.
He pressed the number '3' button, and the doors slid shut just before the elevator began its ascent. With a small ping, the movement stopped, and the panels opened again.
Draco directed her out of the elevator, and along the hall. When they reached her door, she started to pull away from him, but was restrained by his fingers biting once again into the sensitive flesh of her abdomen.
"I believe, Draco, that your game is over for the evening. This is my room. I don't intend to stay glued to your side for the rest of the night." Ginny spat, attempting to wriggle out of his grasp.
"Whether you intend to or not, darling, at my side is where you'll stay," Draco replied smoothly, pulling her closer to him.
"I won't."
"Yes, my dear, you will." He started to walk once more, but she remained where she was, feet planted firmly on the ground.
"I won't," she repeated.
He sighed, a long-suffering sigh, and tightened his grip on her side. She flinched, not appreciating the feeling of fingernails digging into her flesh, or fingers squeezing her kidney, and started walking once again, submissive.
A/N: She hasn't started playing her game yet. But she will. In the next chapter. No worries.
"May I inquire, Virginia, as to why you feel the need to spout useless bits of nonsense?" Draco asked, raising a brow.
"No, you may not," she replied, before returning to her soup.
Insolent little tart, he thought, returning to his own meal. But a beautiful insolent little tart. Damn he wanted her! Of course, he pondered, setting down his soup spoon in his now-empty bowl, he could have her. All he'd have to do was tell her it was another step to getting her things back...
A truly evil and hungry expression crossed his face, as he thought of her on her knees in front of him... Draco shook the thought from his head, and sat back in his seat, watching in silence as she finished her soup and pushed the bowl away.
"Draco, love, do you have a problem?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice, not particularly enjoying the fact that he was staring at her with an indescribable look in his gray eyes.
"Not at all, Virginia. Why do you ask?"
"Because you were staring at me..."
"Was I?"
"And I thought you were supposed to be intelligent," she quipped, looking over his shoulder towards their waiter, who was approaching slowly, laden down with the next course of their meal.
The young man, whom she now knew was called Andre, replaced the empty soup bowls with plates a steaming concoction called Crepe Normande. The seafood dish was accompanied by a Sauvignon Blanc from a winery in New Zealand.
Ginny took a sip of the wine, and was pleased with the taste; the only word she could find to describe it was 'bright'. A small smile crossed her lips, as she took a tentative bite of the Crepe Normande, and wasn't so pleased with the taste. She had never been one to like seafood.
An odd expression crossed her face, and she swallowed down the small bit of food in her mouth. She was most assuredly not going to be eating this course.
"What's wrong Virginia? Don't like seafood?" Draco asked, taking a bite of his own food.
A similar expression to hers crossed his face, and Draco gagged. She smirked.
"What's wrong Draco? Don't like seafood?" She inquired, mocking him.
He glowered at her, and choked down the bit of seafood in his mouth and didn't bother to answer.
Instead, he downed half his glass of wine, and left the table. She breathed a sigh of relief, at his departure, and wondered absently if he'd gone to the restroom – he had looked faintly ill, like he was going to throw up.
Sadly, her solitude was not long lived, as Draco returned with the waiter, who was apologizing most profusely. The latter, cleared their plates, and, to Ginny's distaste, their wine glasses as well. She had liked that Sauvignon Blanc.
The petulant frown returned to her lips, and Ginny leaned back in her seat.
"You know," she said, as Draco slid into his chair opposite her, "this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't ordered this bloody special."
He looked quite menacing when he was angry, Ginny had found out earlier that day, but he was more frightening when he was trying to hide his anger. His eyes sort of... sparked. She shivered.
"It would not be prudent, Virginia, to make me more angry than I already am. So I suggest that you shut your mouth, and do not speak unless spoken to," he replied in a tone she could only classify as sinister.
"You know, you don't have to get so angry about not liking a course in your meal," Ginny retorted, her own tone derisive.
Draco looked at her over the table, his face quite expressionless. She arched a brow, somewhat spooked by his lack of emotion. When still he said nothing, and his face remained blank, she shivered again.
She really was quite insufferable, Draco thought, as he watched the girl go from taunting to perplexed to frightened. He sat in silence for a moment, watching her steadily.
"I do believe that this meal is over," he stated after a while, when their waiter did not return.
"What /are/ you talking about?" She was incredulous.
"Our waiter has not returned. I specifically informed him that if he did not repair the damage done, we would be leaving. And now, Virginia, we are leaving. Come along." Draco replied, standing.
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I said no. I want my meal."
"You are forgetting, Virginia, that you have no money."
"Draco? Please?" She pouted, the expression on her face one that had gotten her out of trouble many times in the past. Apparently it didn't work on the Dark Prince.
"Come along, Virginia," he repeated himself, tapping a foot in impatience.
She sighed, and stood, having learnt by now that it was pretty much fruitless to argue with him. When she was beside him, she felt his arm encircle her waist once more, and Draco guided her to the front of the restaurant.
He stopped when they reached the small alcove where the host stood, and Draco spoke rapidly in French, paid a small sum of money, and fairly dragged Ginny out of the building. He was fuming.
"What? Pissed off because for once in your life someone wouldn't let you weasel out of paying?" She asked sardonically, with a slight huff of derision.
His fingers bit into her flesh, silencing any further remarks from the youngest Weasley, and he started to guide her down the street.
She sighed in resignation, as they walked down the street. It could have been a perfect picture, she thought; a young couple, in Paris, walking down the street in the evening... If only the person she was walking with weren't Draco Malfoy.
"This sucks," she muttered, kicking a pebble.
"Not enjoying yourself, Virginia?" He inquired, looking down at her.
She looked up at him, and, rather than replying, she stuck her tongue out at him.
"My, my, I didn't know you were so childish," he said softly, just as she was looking away.
"It's best to act like a child when dealing with one," she retorted, not looking at him.
"Must I keep reminding you that you are in no place to insult me, Virginia?"
"You insult me, so I retaliate. It's sort of a habit of mine."
"Then I suggest you break that habit, or you will never get your things back."
She stuck her tongue out once more.
"You know what I would like you to do with that tongue of yours?" He purred suggestively in her ear. She shivered, not from fear, but from the delicious chills that were running up her spine.
He smiled wickedly.
They had reached the hotel, and he pushed open the door, and guided her through the lobby to the elevators. She pressed the button, and when a pair of silver doors slid open, he directed her through them and into the elevator.
He pressed the number '3' button, and the doors slid shut just before the elevator began its ascent. With a small ping, the movement stopped, and the panels opened again.
Draco directed her out of the elevator, and along the hall. When they reached her door, she started to pull away from him, but was restrained by his fingers biting once again into the sensitive flesh of her abdomen.
"I believe, Draco, that your game is over for the evening. This is my room. I don't intend to stay glued to your side for the rest of the night." Ginny spat, attempting to wriggle out of his grasp.
"Whether you intend to or not, darling, at my side is where you'll stay," Draco replied smoothly, pulling her closer to him.
"I won't."
"Yes, my dear, you will." He started to walk once more, but she remained where she was, feet planted firmly on the ground.
"I won't," she repeated.
He sighed, a long-suffering sigh, and tightened his grip on her side. She flinched, not appreciating the feeling of fingernails digging into her flesh, or fingers squeezing her kidney, and started walking once again, submissive.
A/N: She hasn't started playing her game yet. But she will. In the next chapter. No worries.