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He watched the door close behind her, and stood rooted to the spot for a moment. She had been his, for a few brief minutes. And he hadn't even had to do anything.
Groaning in disappointment and frustration, Draco moved to one of the two armchairs in the room and dropped down, suddenly exhausted. It had certainly been an interesting first day in Paris, he thought with a sigh.
His thoughts strayed to the redheaded vixen he had just let out of his room. She had been furious, then distraught, playful, and coy, all in rapid succession. It was enough to make a man's head spin. As he tried to sort out exactly what had happened in his room – for something had to have happened to the youngest Weasley, or she wouldn't have done what she did – Draco decided that delving into the female psyche would require serious help.
His gaze traveled around the room, finally settling on the minibar in the corner. He got out of his chair, rather quickly for someone who was exhausted, and made his way to the little silver compartment. Pulling open the door, he looked inside, and was quite disappointed. No brandy. Just a lot of beer, some sodas, and a few coolers.
"Damn, this place has no class," he muttered, before grabbing his room key and wallet, and heading out of the room. Apparently if he wanted brandy, he'd have to go to the store in the hotel lobby – he'd seen some in there when he'd been looking for a pack of chewing gum.
The door swung shut behind her, and Ginny walked slowly down the hall, already deep in thought. She took no notice of the look she was getting from the guy from room service, who was staring quite fixedly at her rear. On a normal day, she wouldn't be caught dead in her pajamas in a hotel corridor. But today had been anything but normal.
She reached her room, and rummaged around in her shower kit for a few moments in search of her room key, found it, and pushed open the door of her room. It was as she had left it, her clothes lying in a heap on the floor in front of the bed, the light on in the bathroom, and the water running in the tap.
She sighed, dropped her things on the only chair in the room, and turned off the tap. She left the light on, for the moment at least, and dropped onto her bed, quite exhausted from the day's events. Her mind traveled down the hall, to the room she had just left, and Ginny no longer thought of sleeping.
It was intriguing, and revolting, she thought, that she had quite enjoyed snogging Draco, and, had he asked her to do more, she probably would have. She wasn't exactly sure why, but she couldn't get over the fact that he hadn't seemed disgusted by her. She was a Weasley, after all.
Her conscious told her that he had probably just wanted some, and didn't care whom he got it from, and that she was probably going through withdrawal herself, but subconsciously, the thought wasn't the same. Perhaps, she thought, it was time to delve into the male psyche.
With that daunting thought ahead of her, Ginny let her gaze fall to the silver minibar in the corner. Well, she thought, vodka was always good for scary projects. And trying to figure out the male psyche, well, that certainly qualified as scary.
She pushed herself off the bed, and padded over to the humming fridge. She opened the door, and peered inside, not finding any vodka – just soda, beer, and coolers.
"Damn it," she muttered, "how's a girl supposed to loosen up if all they've got is beer?"
Balancing on the balls of her feet, Ginny scanned her brain for somewhere she could get some vodka cheap.
"Hotel shop," she said after a moment, with a snap of her fingers. Standing again, she grabbed a terry cloth robe from the bathroom, wrapped it tight around her waist and tied the belt in a knot, and grabbed her money pouch and room key from the mass of clothes on her floor. She checked how much money she had, and, when satisfied with the amount, left her room.
The halls were deserted, and Ginny had just pressed the button for the lift when she heard a door close somewhere back the way she had come.
He let the door slam shut behind him, and spotted someone in a plain white robe waiting for the elevators. Familiar smirk on his face, Draco sauntered down the hall towards the lifts.
She turned, curious as to who else might be out at this time of night. Well. Interesting. Draco was leaving his room. And he, unlike she, was fully dressed. Ginny pondered this, and decided he was either going to find a hooker, or wanted booze.
He raised a brow at her appearance, quite amazed at the fact that she hadn't gotten dressed if she was going to leave the room. By the time he was right behind her – or in front of her, now, as she was facing him – the lift doors opened, and she turned away again.
She knew he would follow her into the lift, and wasn't mistaken. He stood beside her, smirking down from his height of six feet four inches, and she didn't bother to look up. Instead, she punched the button to take them to the lobby, and folded her arms across her chest.
"What, not happy to see me Virginia?" Draco asked, with a fake pout.
"Not particularly," she replied, again not looking up.
"Why ever not?"
She turned now, eyes sparkling with feigned lust that, fortunately for her, he didn't recognize.
"Because I'm afraid," she whispered.
"Afraid of what?"
"You."
"Me?"
"You."
"Why, may I ask, are you afraid of me?"
She moved closer to him, running a hand over his chest, and fingering the buttons on his shirt.
"You're so big... and strong... and dangerous..."
He smiled smugly, and was about to respond, when the lift ceased its downward motion. She let go of him quickly, and left the elevator as though nothing had happened.
Draco watched her for a moment, and it was only when the lift doors started to close did he remember his reason for being there at all. He wasn't surprised to see that the few people in the hotel lobby were looking at Ginny with mixed expressions of amusement and appreciation. He was, however, surprised to see that she was headed in the direction of the hotel shop.
He followed her inside, noting with interest that she didn't dare turn though he knew that she knew he was behind her.
She knew of only one thing he would be looking for at the hotel shop: liquor. Approaching the small corner of the store where alcohol ranged from the most expensive champagne to the cheapest of beers, she looked around for a moment, lost.
"Need some help?" He breathed in her ear, noting the blank expression on her face.
"Vodka," she mumbled, staring at the amazingly vast display of hard alcohol.
"Vodka?" He was surprised, and straightened to examine the display.
"Vodka," she repeated firmly, with a slight nod of her head.
He sauntered towards the far left of the racks, where an abundance of clear liquids resided in various sized bottles.
Interesting, he thought, she wanted vodka. He perused the labels for a while, before removing a large bottle of clear and innocent looking liquid from the shelf.
She reached to take the bottle of vodka, as he moved down the shelves to the amber colored elixirs, but he didn't give it to her. Instead, she watched him look carefully through the selection once more, before picking up a bottle of expensive looking brandy.
Quickly, before she could object, he had paid for both bottles, and was leaving the store. She watched him in dumb silence, before following quickly, having to take two strides to one of his in order to catch up. He reached the elevators before her, and was already inside one of the lifts when she reached him.
The doors closed behind her, and the lift began its ascent. Draco smirked at the angry expression on her face, and pulled the bottle of vodka out of the clear plastic bag.
"D'you want it?" He asked, holding the liquor just out of her reach.
"Yes," she pouted, trying to grab the bottle.
"What will you do to get it?" He asked suggestively, raising a brow as she leapt for the bottle he was now holding above her head.
"But that's not fair!" She whined.
"All's fair in love, war, and liquor."
"Nu-uh!"
"'Fraid so."
"But you didn't have to buy that for me! I would have bought it myself!"
"Do you think they would have sold it to you, Virginia?"
"Well..."
"Trust me, they wouldn't have."
"But..."
"Now, if I give this to you, what will you do for me?"
"I dunno, just gimme!" She jumped again, and managed to grab the bottle out of his grasp.
"Tisk, tisk," he chastised, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a bit of an alcoholic."
"But you don't know any better," she replied with a grin, as the lift slowed and the doors opened.
Before he could respond, she had darted out of the elevator and down the hall, carrying the bottle of vodka by its neck.
He watched her go, shaking his head in puzzlement, before leaving the lift himself. The door of her room was already closed by the time he reached it; he could hear her giggling on the other side. Sighing, he continued down the corridor to his own room, and disappeared inside with his own bottle of liquor.
A/N: *snicker* It's going to get kinda interesting from here on... But I shall leave you hanging as to what happens next, 'cause I feel like being an evil git.
He watched the door close behind her, and stood rooted to the spot for a moment. She had been his, for a few brief minutes. And he hadn't even had to do anything.
Groaning in disappointment and frustration, Draco moved to one of the two armchairs in the room and dropped down, suddenly exhausted. It had certainly been an interesting first day in Paris, he thought with a sigh.
His thoughts strayed to the redheaded vixen he had just let out of his room. She had been furious, then distraught, playful, and coy, all in rapid succession. It was enough to make a man's head spin. As he tried to sort out exactly what had happened in his room – for something had to have happened to the youngest Weasley, or she wouldn't have done what she did – Draco decided that delving into the female psyche would require serious help.
His gaze traveled around the room, finally settling on the minibar in the corner. He got out of his chair, rather quickly for someone who was exhausted, and made his way to the little silver compartment. Pulling open the door, he looked inside, and was quite disappointed. No brandy. Just a lot of beer, some sodas, and a few coolers.
"Damn, this place has no class," he muttered, before grabbing his room key and wallet, and heading out of the room. Apparently if he wanted brandy, he'd have to go to the store in the hotel lobby – he'd seen some in there when he'd been looking for a pack of chewing gum.
The door swung shut behind her, and Ginny walked slowly down the hall, already deep in thought. She took no notice of the look she was getting from the guy from room service, who was staring quite fixedly at her rear. On a normal day, she wouldn't be caught dead in her pajamas in a hotel corridor. But today had been anything but normal.
She reached her room, and rummaged around in her shower kit for a few moments in search of her room key, found it, and pushed open the door of her room. It was as she had left it, her clothes lying in a heap on the floor in front of the bed, the light on in the bathroom, and the water running in the tap.
She sighed, dropped her things on the only chair in the room, and turned off the tap. She left the light on, for the moment at least, and dropped onto her bed, quite exhausted from the day's events. Her mind traveled down the hall, to the room she had just left, and Ginny no longer thought of sleeping.
It was intriguing, and revolting, she thought, that she had quite enjoyed snogging Draco, and, had he asked her to do more, she probably would have. She wasn't exactly sure why, but she couldn't get over the fact that he hadn't seemed disgusted by her. She was a Weasley, after all.
Her conscious told her that he had probably just wanted some, and didn't care whom he got it from, and that she was probably going through withdrawal herself, but subconsciously, the thought wasn't the same. Perhaps, she thought, it was time to delve into the male psyche.
With that daunting thought ahead of her, Ginny let her gaze fall to the silver minibar in the corner. Well, she thought, vodka was always good for scary projects. And trying to figure out the male psyche, well, that certainly qualified as scary.
She pushed herself off the bed, and padded over to the humming fridge. She opened the door, and peered inside, not finding any vodka – just soda, beer, and coolers.
"Damn it," she muttered, "how's a girl supposed to loosen up if all they've got is beer?"
Balancing on the balls of her feet, Ginny scanned her brain for somewhere she could get some vodka cheap.
"Hotel shop," she said after a moment, with a snap of her fingers. Standing again, she grabbed a terry cloth robe from the bathroom, wrapped it tight around her waist and tied the belt in a knot, and grabbed her money pouch and room key from the mass of clothes on her floor. She checked how much money she had, and, when satisfied with the amount, left her room.
The halls were deserted, and Ginny had just pressed the button for the lift when she heard a door close somewhere back the way she had come.
He let the door slam shut behind him, and spotted someone in a plain white robe waiting for the elevators. Familiar smirk on his face, Draco sauntered down the hall towards the lifts.
She turned, curious as to who else might be out at this time of night. Well. Interesting. Draco was leaving his room. And he, unlike she, was fully dressed. Ginny pondered this, and decided he was either going to find a hooker, or wanted booze.
He raised a brow at her appearance, quite amazed at the fact that she hadn't gotten dressed if she was going to leave the room. By the time he was right behind her – or in front of her, now, as she was facing him – the lift doors opened, and she turned away again.
She knew he would follow her into the lift, and wasn't mistaken. He stood beside her, smirking down from his height of six feet four inches, and she didn't bother to look up. Instead, she punched the button to take them to the lobby, and folded her arms across her chest.
"What, not happy to see me Virginia?" Draco asked, with a fake pout.
"Not particularly," she replied, again not looking up.
"Why ever not?"
She turned now, eyes sparkling with feigned lust that, fortunately for her, he didn't recognize.
"Because I'm afraid," she whispered.
"Afraid of what?"
"You."
"Me?"
"You."
"Why, may I ask, are you afraid of me?"
She moved closer to him, running a hand over his chest, and fingering the buttons on his shirt.
"You're so big... and strong... and dangerous..."
He smiled smugly, and was about to respond, when the lift ceased its downward motion. She let go of him quickly, and left the elevator as though nothing had happened.
Draco watched her for a moment, and it was only when the lift doors started to close did he remember his reason for being there at all. He wasn't surprised to see that the few people in the hotel lobby were looking at Ginny with mixed expressions of amusement and appreciation. He was, however, surprised to see that she was headed in the direction of the hotel shop.
He followed her inside, noting with interest that she didn't dare turn though he knew that she knew he was behind her.
She knew of only one thing he would be looking for at the hotel shop: liquor. Approaching the small corner of the store where alcohol ranged from the most expensive champagne to the cheapest of beers, she looked around for a moment, lost.
"Need some help?" He breathed in her ear, noting the blank expression on her face.
"Vodka," she mumbled, staring at the amazingly vast display of hard alcohol.
"Vodka?" He was surprised, and straightened to examine the display.
"Vodka," she repeated firmly, with a slight nod of her head.
He sauntered towards the far left of the racks, where an abundance of clear liquids resided in various sized bottles.
Interesting, he thought, she wanted vodka. He perused the labels for a while, before removing a large bottle of clear and innocent looking liquid from the shelf.
She reached to take the bottle of vodka, as he moved down the shelves to the amber colored elixirs, but he didn't give it to her. Instead, she watched him look carefully through the selection once more, before picking up a bottle of expensive looking brandy.
Quickly, before she could object, he had paid for both bottles, and was leaving the store. She watched him in dumb silence, before following quickly, having to take two strides to one of his in order to catch up. He reached the elevators before her, and was already inside one of the lifts when she reached him.
The doors closed behind her, and the lift began its ascent. Draco smirked at the angry expression on her face, and pulled the bottle of vodka out of the clear plastic bag.
"D'you want it?" He asked, holding the liquor just out of her reach.
"Yes," she pouted, trying to grab the bottle.
"What will you do to get it?" He asked suggestively, raising a brow as she leapt for the bottle he was now holding above her head.
"But that's not fair!" She whined.
"All's fair in love, war, and liquor."
"Nu-uh!"
"'Fraid so."
"But you didn't have to buy that for me! I would have bought it myself!"
"Do you think they would have sold it to you, Virginia?"
"Well..."
"Trust me, they wouldn't have."
"But..."
"Now, if I give this to you, what will you do for me?"
"I dunno, just gimme!" She jumped again, and managed to grab the bottle out of his grasp.
"Tisk, tisk," he chastised, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a bit of an alcoholic."
"But you don't know any better," she replied with a grin, as the lift slowed and the doors opened.
Before he could respond, she had darted out of the elevator and down the hall, carrying the bottle of vodka by its neck.
He watched her go, shaking his head in puzzlement, before leaving the lift himself. The door of her room was already closed by the time he reached it; he could hear her giggling on the other side. Sighing, he continued down the corridor to his own room, and disappeared inside with his own bottle of liquor.
A/N: *snicker* It's going to get kinda interesting from here on... But I shall leave you hanging as to what happens next, 'cause I feel like being an evil git.