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They made the short walk down to Ginny's room, Ginny walking in front, Draco behind to ensure she didn't try to escape.
She opened the door, and went inside, sorely tempted to close the door in his face. Fighting temptation, Ginny allowed the blonde entrance to her chambers, watched him pick his way across the room, over the small scatter of clothes and bed sheets, and lower himself languidly into a chair. Shaking her beret-clad head, Ginny disappeared into the bathroom, deep in thought of some way to get revenge on the insufferable git known as Draco Malfoy.
"Damn it, Gin, how're you going to get out of this?" She asked herself, tossing the beret on the counter and dragging a brush through her hair.
When at last her hair hung pin straight down her back in a shining curtain of blood red, Ginny replaced the beret like a crown, and applied her makeup after brushing her teeth.
"Damn women take so bloody long in the bathroom," Draco muttered, watching the unmoving bathroom door from his vantage point.
Smirking at her reflection, as she completed the painting of her lips, Ginny turned away and opened the bathroom door. She stepped out, turning off the light and pulling shut the door behind her, and turned to face Draco.
He stood, as she returned once more to the room, and sauntered towards her, mercury gaze glittering with sadistic amusement at her red lips curled into a pout.
"I look like I should be on the cover of a fetish magazine," Ginny whined, as he stopped in front of her.
He chuckled, and offered his arm.
"Shall we?"
Knowing better than to bother arguing, Ginny accepted his arm and allowed the smirking seventeen-year-old to lead her out of the room and down the hall.
"I'm gonna have to get you back for this," she muttered, still pouting.
Again, he chuckled, and they reached the elevators, Ginny constantly reaching down and pulling on the hem of her skirt, or else adjusting her shirt in an attempt to make it a little less... flaunting. Her efforts were in vain, however, and as they stepped into an elevator occupied by a group of young men Ginny presumed to be about Draco's age, she was quite aware of their eyes tracing her body.
Furious and embarrassed, she purposely trod on Draco's foot, the square heel of her shoe applying just enough pressure, to Ginny's distaste, to catch his attention. He looked down on her, taunting smirk still firmly in place, and slid his arm possessively around her waist, bringing her closer to his side. She pouted, knowing that he knew that wasn't what she had meant for him to do, and then an odd – but daring – thought entered her mind.
Perhaps...
She wriggled free of Draco's grasp, before he got the chance to bind her to him further, whipped around, and pounced – almost literally – on the closest person other than Draco. The rather lucky male was taken completely by surprise, as her lips descended on his, and her skilled and teasing hands ran over his chest and upwards, eventually tangling in his hair.
Much to the surprise of one Virginia Weasley, her new 'friend' kissed her back, his tongue running along her lower lip, begging for entrance. She granted his request, and parted her lips, her own tongue darting out to meet his.
Draco was, to say the least, livid. His new plaything – as he had decided to call her – was kissing someone else. In front of him. Hell, she was kissing a guy she didn't even know in front of half a dozen people! Growling, as the elevator started to slow and eventually came to a stop, Draco grabbed his new redheaded toy and pulled her away from her friend, out into the lobby of the hotel.
Just as she was really beginning to have fun, Ginny felt an arm snake around her waist and drag her away from her entertainment. She nearly stumbled, almost giving the entire lobby a perfect view of her knickers, but managed to catch her footing just in time. Looking over her shoulder, she sent the dazed and confused American teenager a wink and a sly grin, before turning to face her tormentor.
Draco dragged her into a small alcove just off the main lobby, and pressed her back against the wall, his hands clamped firmly around her wrists.
"What the fuck was that?" He hissed, mercury gaze glinting with fury.
"What was what?" Ginny asked innocently, noting that his grip on her wrists got tighter with her words.
"You know damn well what I mean, Virginia."
"Touchy, touchy."
Draco was sorely tempted to slap the insolent little wench around, but restrained himself, knowing it would do him no good to ruin his plaything.
"Let me explain something to you, Virginia darling; I don't take too kindly to other people playing with my toys." His voice was deadly calm, and Ginny shivered at the sound, cursing her body all the time for the betraying motion.
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Draco dear," her voice, on the other hand, was sickly sweet and held a veiled threat.
"You're mine, Virginia. A toy, a plaything, but mine nonetheless."
She laughed openly in his face at this statement, and he waited with little patience for the sound to stop. When finally she ceased, the cold and utterly mirthless echo of her laughter fading down the hall, her eyes glittered with cold, sadistic pleasure.
"I belong to no one, Draco love," was her response to his statement, her voice amused.
It was his turn to be amused, and the chuckle that left his lips was the same as that he had uttered the previous day when he had cornered her in her room.
She shivered again, and her eyes widened in fright at the sound of footsteps coming towards them down the hall. He must have heard too, for his head dipped low to her ear, and as far as Ginny could tell, to any onlooker, it would appear as though the two teenagers were having a wonderful snogfest
"We'll discuss this later," he hissed in her ear, as the footsteps passed quickly, a small cough of disgust reaching their ears as the woman passed.
He released her then, letting her wrists fall to her sides as he stepped away from his now thoroughly frightened toy. She looked up at him with wide eyes, knowing that she was most certainly going to be in a rather large amount of trouble that evening, and nodded her head in acquiescence, though her response was unneeded.
An indulgent smirk formed on his lips, and Draco slipped his arm around her waist, leading his now docile temptress back to the lobby. She was scared, he could tell by her silence as they left the hotel and proceeded down the street, looking, if it weren't for the sullen expression on her face and the smug one on his face, very much like a young couple off to explore the most romantic city in the world.
Much to Ginny's surprise, Draco led her to the very shop where she had purchased her dress and shoes the previous day. She was delighted, however, to see Marie standing behind the counter, and squirmed from Draco's grasp to greet her friend.
He let her go, knowing it would do him no good to have Virginia appear to be with him against her will, and watched with slight impatience as the two girls hugged and exchanged pleasantries, before both turned back towards him. He noted at once the change in Virginia's eyes; the spark that had before been clouded with suppressed fury and panic was now glittering with delight, as she introduced her friend.
Before Draco could turn on the patented Malfoy charm, Ginny was being whisked away by the salesgirl, who was throwing clothes into the redhead's arms as they traversed the distance from the front of the shop to the back.
"Ooh! Gin! I absolutely love this! You've got to try it on."
The redhead laughed, and conceded, as her friend tossed a gown of red silk onto the rapidly growing pile. When the two reached the back of the shop, where the fitting rooms were situated, Marie ushered Ginny inside one of the stalls, and sat down on a pouffe to watch the fashion show. Draco leant against the wall, wondering how long it was going to take to go through the massive pile of garments Ginny had acquired, and mentally guessing approximately how much this shopping trip was going to cost him.
She emerged from the cubicle a moment later, an image of tempestuous, mysterious beauty in the red gown. He suppressed the urge to grab her and cart her back to his hotel room, as she twirled in front of the mirror, revealing that the back of the dress was nonexistent.
Marie let out an envious sigh, and Ginny giggled, looking to Draco for his opinion. He nodded his head, the only action he could trust his body to make, and she beamed at him before disappearing back inside the change room.
Seconds later, the halter-style dress was tossed over the door, landing in a neat tangle on the pouffe beside Marie. Ginny emerged again, following the silken projectile, this time clad in a flowing black skirt that reached her knees and a white halter trimmed in black. The same response as before was given by both members of her audience, and Ginny disappeared once more.
This ritual repeated itself over the course of approximately ninety-five minutes, according to Draco's watch, as Ginny plowed her way through the pile of clothing. When she emerged at last, dressed once more in her own skirt and blouse, hair slightly ruffled from the constant changing of clothes, Draco breathed an inaudible sigh of relief.
Both girls carted the clothing to the counter at the front of the store, and, just as Draco was withdrawing his wallet, they were off again, heading towards a small alcove with shelves full of shoes. Another half hour and three pairs of shoes later, Ginny was finally ready to depart, grinning wildly as Draco footed the bill for her new wardrobe.
The two left the shop, Ginny laden down with her bags, Draco wondering exactly why he had volunteered to take her shopping and pay for it. Shaking his platinum blonde head, Draco pulled her into an alley way, making sure they were well hidden from prying muggle eyes. She was about to protest, when he pulled out his wand, pointed it at her bags, and effectively shrunk them to fit in his pocket.
"Oh," she said, as he took the tiny parcels and dropped them into one of his pockets, the lot of them hardly big enough to make the fabric expand to accommodate them.
He smirked at her surprised expression, before heading out of the alley, checking behind him to make sure she was following. They wandered down the street for a bit, eventually ending up in a men's clothing shop, where Draco was immediately assaulted by salesgirls who all seemed to know who he was. Ginny was conveniently ignored.
Thinking it entirely odd, and not a bit pervy, that a shop selling men's clothing was staffed entirely by females, Ginny followed her blonde tormentor to the back of the room, as various women in different stages of swooning ran hither and thither, collecting various items of clothing.
Shaking her head, nearly dislodging her precariously perched beret, Ginny dropped into a squashy black leather armchair, as Draco was ushered into a fitting room now stuffed full of Armani clothing. He emerged a few moments later, looking, in Ginny's professional opinion, drop dead gorgeous in a black suit, accented with a green silk shirt and silver tie.
Her jaw dropped ever so slightly, and Ginny hurried to wipe the dazed expression off her face as Draco turned towards her. He arched a brow, a taunting and smug smirk curling his lips, and she knew at once that she hadn't succeeded in replacing her expression of wanting very much to jump his bones right then and there with something cool and reserved.
"Shit," she muttered, as he sauntered back through the door of his change room, closing it behind him.
She had a distinct feeling that he was getting back at her for something, or a combination of somethings, but what it was that he wanted revenge for was a mystery to the nearly drooling redhead. She knew that he knew he looked good, and she also knew that he knew that she knew he looked good. She also had a sinking feeling that he planned on prolonging her torture.
"What do you think of this?" Came Draco's voice, interrupting Ginny's musings, and she looked up at the blonde.
The trademark smirk was in place, and Ginny's suspicions were confirmed. Not daring to look at him for more than a few seconds, Ginny trusted herself only to nod her appreciation of his new outfit.
So it went for nearly forty-five minutes, as Draco went through the various ensembles put together by the fawning females, before emerging in his own clothes with the new ones slung over his left arm, while his right hand dug in his pocket for his wallet.
Ginny followed him to the front of the shop, where, to the delight of his fanclub, he purchased every item that had been picked out for him. Taking the three bags he was presented with, all full to bursting, Draco led a relieved-looking Ginny from the shop.
Again, he turned down an alley and shrunk his packages, before slipping his arm around Ginny's waist and directing her down the street back towards the hotel.
"I'm hungry," she stated, as they passed an outdoor café.
"We'll go to lunch later."
"But I'm hungry noooooooooooooooooooooooooow!" She whined, quite aware of the fact that she was swiftly raising his ire.
"Too bad."
"Draaaaaaaaaaacoooooooooooooooooooooooo!" She stomped her foot and folded her arms across her chest much like the school girl she resembled and was, causing a few people to look in their direction.
Growling in frustration, as she had expected him to, Draco glowered down at the girl beside him. She was pouting, looking up at him through her lashes, and inwardly he groaned in longing.
"We'll go to lunch later." He repeated his earlier statement, before starting to walk again, half expecting her to throw a temper tantrum.
"Humph. You're nothing but a selfish brat. Don't care a thing for anybody else. It's all about you, you, and you." Her tone was sulky, as she allowed him to lead her through the doors and into the hotel lobby.
His grip tightened on her abdomen, and Ginny frowned. In truth, she was merely trying to get back at him for trying to get back at her for something she didn't know she had done. Whining and sulking seemed a good way to irritate him.
They took the elevator up to their floor, and Ginny followed obediently as he strolled down the hall to his room. Chancing a glance up at his face, she gulped, knowing she had gone a little too far in her goading; she'd forgotten about their discussion earlier, and the event of that morning.
"Oops," she murmured to herself, as Draco closed and warded the door behind him, apparently not wanting her to get out, and not wanting the rest of the hotel to hear their 'discussion'.
"Sit," he instructed, his back still to her.
Meekly, wary of the tone of his voice, Ginny sat on the edge of the bed.
He listened to the rustling of fabric as she obeyed his command, and pondered what exactly he was going to say to her. She was so... intriguing. Her moods, attitudes and manners changed at the drop of a hat; one minute she was a sly temptress, the next a whining five-year-old. She was fascinating. But he couldn't let her know that.
So, an intimidating smirk on his face, Draco turned to the wary girl sitting on the edge of the bed, and was about to open his mouth, ready to give the wicked lecture that his mind was swiftly preparing, when the sound of a voice reached his ears.
For that was the thing; silencing charms on a room prevented people outside hearing what was going on inside, but the people inside the room could still hear what was going on outside. And Draco didn't like what he heard.
A banging on Draco's door accompanied the voice, and Draco's gaze turned towards the closed and warded wooden panel.
"GINNY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THERE WITH MALFOY?! GET YOUR ARSE OUT HERE, GINNY! MUM'S HAVING A FIT, HARRY'S WORRIED SICK THAT YOU'VE BEEN ABDUCTED OR SOMETHING, AND THE TWINS ARE BLOODY READY TO KILL YOU FOR NOT TELLING THEM YOU WERE COMING TO PARIS!"
Ginny gulped.
A/N: Finally an update. Sorry it took so long. School problems; my midterm report wasn't that great, and I was sort of banned from the computer... *sniffle*
Anyway. My eternal thanks to all of my reviewers, and to all my readers, and everyone else. Meh. Hope you enjoyed.
Just to tell you all, Ginny's still sort of playing her game of seduction. All of the confusing whining and sulking and pouting and kissing of random American teenage boys in elevators is all part of the plan...
They made the short walk down to Ginny's room, Ginny walking in front, Draco behind to ensure she didn't try to escape.
She opened the door, and went inside, sorely tempted to close the door in his face. Fighting temptation, Ginny allowed the blonde entrance to her chambers, watched him pick his way across the room, over the small scatter of clothes and bed sheets, and lower himself languidly into a chair. Shaking her beret-clad head, Ginny disappeared into the bathroom, deep in thought of some way to get revenge on the insufferable git known as Draco Malfoy.
"Damn it, Gin, how're you going to get out of this?" She asked herself, tossing the beret on the counter and dragging a brush through her hair.
When at last her hair hung pin straight down her back in a shining curtain of blood red, Ginny replaced the beret like a crown, and applied her makeup after brushing her teeth.
"Damn women take so bloody long in the bathroom," Draco muttered, watching the unmoving bathroom door from his vantage point.
Smirking at her reflection, as she completed the painting of her lips, Ginny turned away and opened the bathroom door. She stepped out, turning off the light and pulling shut the door behind her, and turned to face Draco.
He stood, as she returned once more to the room, and sauntered towards her, mercury gaze glittering with sadistic amusement at her red lips curled into a pout.
"I look like I should be on the cover of a fetish magazine," Ginny whined, as he stopped in front of her.
He chuckled, and offered his arm.
"Shall we?"
Knowing better than to bother arguing, Ginny accepted his arm and allowed the smirking seventeen-year-old to lead her out of the room and down the hall.
"I'm gonna have to get you back for this," she muttered, still pouting.
Again, he chuckled, and they reached the elevators, Ginny constantly reaching down and pulling on the hem of her skirt, or else adjusting her shirt in an attempt to make it a little less... flaunting. Her efforts were in vain, however, and as they stepped into an elevator occupied by a group of young men Ginny presumed to be about Draco's age, she was quite aware of their eyes tracing her body.
Furious and embarrassed, she purposely trod on Draco's foot, the square heel of her shoe applying just enough pressure, to Ginny's distaste, to catch his attention. He looked down on her, taunting smirk still firmly in place, and slid his arm possessively around her waist, bringing her closer to his side. She pouted, knowing that he knew that wasn't what she had meant for him to do, and then an odd – but daring – thought entered her mind.
Perhaps...
She wriggled free of Draco's grasp, before he got the chance to bind her to him further, whipped around, and pounced – almost literally – on the closest person other than Draco. The rather lucky male was taken completely by surprise, as her lips descended on his, and her skilled and teasing hands ran over his chest and upwards, eventually tangling in his hair.
Much to the surprise of one Virginia Weasley, her new 'friend' kissed her back, his tongue running along her lower lip, begging for entrance. She granted his request, and parted her lips, her own tongue darting out to meet his.
Draco was, to say the least, livid. His new plaything – as he had decided to call her – was kissing someone else. In front of him. Hell, she was kissing a guy she didn't even know in front of half a dozen people! Growling, as the elevator started to slow and eventually came to a stop, Draco grabbed his new redheaded toy and pulled her away from her friend, out into the lobby of the hotel.
Just as she was really beginning to have fun, Ginny felt an arm snake around her waist and drag her away from her entertainment. She nearly stumbled, almost giving the entire lobby a perfect view of her knickers, but managed to catch her footing just in time. Looking over her shoulder, she sent the dazed and confused American teenager a wink and a sly grin, before turning to face her tormentor.
Draco dragged her into a small alcove just off the main lobby, and pressed her back against the wall, his hands clamped firmly around her wrists.
"What the fuck was that?" He hissed, mercury gaze glinting with fury.
"What was what?" Ginny asked innocently, noting that his grip on her wrists got tighter with her words.
"You know damn well what I mean, Virginia."
"Touchy, touchy."
Draco was sorely tempted to slap the insolent little wench around, but restrained himself, knowing it would do him no good to ruin his plaything.
"Let me explain something to you, Virginia darling; I don't take too kindly to other people playing with my toys." His voice was deadly calm, and Ginny shivered at the sound, cursing her body all the time for the betraying motion.
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Draco dear," her voice, on the other hand, was sickly sweet and held a veiled threat.
"You're mine, Virginia. A toy, a plaything, but mine nonetheless."
She laughed openly in his face at this statement, and he waited with little patience for the sound to stop. When finally she ceased, the cold and utterly mirthless echo of her laughter fading down the hall, her eyes glittered with cold, sadistic pleasure.
"I belong to no one, Draco love," was her response to his statement, her voice amused.
It was his turn to be amused, and the chuckle that left his lips was the same as that he had uttered the previous day when he had cornered her in her room.
She shivered again, and her eyes widened in fright at the sound of footsteps coming towards them down the hall. He must have heard too, for his head dipped low to her ear, and as far as Ginny could tell, to any onlooker, it would appear as though the two teenagers were having a wonderful snogfest
"We'll discuss this later," he hissed in her ear, as the footsteps passed quickly, a small cough of disgust reaching their ears as the woman passed.
He released her then, letting her wrists fall to her sides as he stepped away from his now thoroughly frightened toy. She looked up at him with wide eyes, knowing that she was most certainly going to be in a rather large amount of trouble that evening, and nodded her head in acquiescence, though her response was unneeded.
An indulgent smirk formed on his lips, and Draco slipped his arm around her waist, leading his now docile temptress back to the lobby. She was scared, he could tell by her silence as they left the hotel and proceeded down the street, looking, if it weren't for the sullen expression on her face and the smug one on his face, very much like a young couple off to explore the most romantic city in the world.
Much to Ginny's surprise, Draco led her to the very shop where she had purchased her dress and shoes the previous day. She was delighted, however, to see Marie standing behind the counter, and squirmed from Draco's grasp to greet her friend.
He let her go, knowing it would do him no good to have Virginia appear to be with him against her will, and watched with slight impatience as the two girls hugged and exchanged pleasantries, before both turned back towards him. He noted at once the change in Virginia's eyes; the spark that had before been clouded with suppressed fury and panic was now glittering with delight, as she introduced her friend.
Before Draco could turn on the patented Malfoy charm, Ginny was being whisked away by the salesgirl, who was throwing clothes into the redhead's arms as they traversed the distance from the front of the shop to the back.
"Ooh! Gin! I absolutely love this! You've got to try it on."
The redhead laughed, and conceded, as her friend tossed a gown of red silk onto the rapidly growing pile. When the two reached the back of the shop, where the fitting rooms were situated, Marie ushered Ginny inside one of the stalls, and sat down on a pouffe to watch the fashion show. Draco leant against the wall, wondering how long it was going to take to go through the massive pile of garments Ginny had acquired, and mentally guessing approximately how much this shopping trip was going to cost him.
She emerged from the cubicle a moment later, an image of tempestuous, mysterious beauty in the red gown. He suppressed the urge to grab her and cart her back to his hotel room, as she twirled in front of the mirror, revealing that the back of the dress was nonexistent.
Marie let out an envious sigh, and Ginny giggled, looking to Draco for his opinion. He nodded his head, the only action he could trust his body to make, and she beamed at him before disappearing back inside the change room.
Seconds later, the halter-style dress was tossed over the door, landing in a neat tangle on the pouffe beside Marie. Ginny emerged again, following the silken projectile, this time clad in a flowing black skirt that reached her knees and a white halter trimmed in black. The same response as before was given by both members of her audience, and Ginny disappeared once more.
This ritual repeated itself over the course of approximately ninety-five minutes, according to Draco's watch, as Ginny plowed her way through the pile of clothing. When she emerged at last, dressed once more in her own skirt and blouse, hair slightly ruffled from the constant changing of clothes, Draco breathed an inaudible sigh of relief.
Both girls carted the clothing to the counter at the front of the store, and, just as Draco was withdrawing his wallet, they were off again, heading towards a small alcove with shelves full of shoes. Another half hour and three pairs of shoes later, Ginny was finally ready to depart, grinning wildly as Draco footed the bill for her new wardrobe.
The two left the shop, Ginny laden down with her bags, Draco wondering exactly why he had volunteered to take her shopping and pay for it. Shaking his platinum blonde head, Draco pulled her into an alley way, making sure they were well hidden from prying muggle eyes. She was about to protest, when he pulled out his wand, pointed it at her bags, and effectively shrunk them to fit in his pocket.
"Oh," she said, as he took the tiny parcels and dropped them into one of his pockets, the lot of them hardly big enough to make the fabric expand to accommodate them.
He smirked at her surprised expression, before heading out of the alley, checking behind him to make sure she was following. They wandered down the street for a bit, eventually ending up in a men's clothing shop, where Draco was immediately assaulted by salesgirls who all seemed to know who he was. Ginny was conveniently ignored.
Thinking it entirely odd, and not a bit pervy, that a shop selling men's clothing was staffed entirely by females, Ginny followed her blonde tormentor to the back of the room, as various women in different stages of swooning ran hither and thither, collecting various items of clothing.
Shaking her head, nearly dislodging her precariously perched beret, Ginny dropped into a squashy black leather armchair, as Draco was ushered into a fitting room now stuffed full of Armani clothing. He emerged a few moments later, looking, in Ginny's professional opinion, drop dead gorgeous in a black suit, accented with a green silk shirt and silver tie.
Her jaw dropped ever so slightly, and Ginny hurried to wipe the dazed expression off her face as Draco turned towards her. He arched a brow, a taunting and smug smirk curling his lips, and she knew at once that she hadn't succeeded in replacing her expression of wanting very much to jump his bones right then and there with something cool and reserved.
"Shit," she muttered, as he sauntered back through the door of his change room, closing it behind him.
She had a distinct feeling that he was getting back at her for something, or a combination of somethings, but what it was that he wanted revenge for was a mystery to the nearly drooling redhead. She knew that he knew he looked good, and she also knew that he knew that she knew he looked good. She also had a sinking feeling that he planned on prolonging her torture.
"What do you think of this?" Came Draco's voice, interrupting Ginny's musings, and she looked up at the blonde.
The trademark smirk was in place, and Ginny's suspicions were confirmed. Not daring to look at him for more than a few seconds, Ginny trusted herself only to nod her appreciation of his new outfit.
So it went for nearly forty-five minutes, as Draco went through the various ensembles put together by the fawning females, before emerging in his own clothes with the new ones slung over his left arm, while his right hand dug in his pocket for his wallet.
Ginny followed him to the front of the shop, where, to the delight of his fanclub, he purchased every item that had been picked out for him. Taking the three bags he was presented with, all full to bursting, Draco led a relieved-looking Ginny from the shop.
Again, he turned down an alley and shrunk his packages, before slipping his arm around Ginny's waist and directing her down the street back towards the hotel.
"I'm hungry," she stated, as they passed an outdoor café.
"We'll go to lunch later."
"But I'm hungry noooooooooooooooooooooooooow!" She whined, quite aware of the fact that she was swiftly raising his ire.
"Too bad."
"Draaaaaaaaaaacoooooooooooooooooooooooo!" She stomped her foot and folded her arms across her chest much like the school girl she resembled and was, causing a few people to look in their direction.
Growling in frustration, as she had expected him to, Draco glowered down at the girl beside him. She was pouting, looking up at him through her lashes, and inwardly he groaned in longing.
"We'll go to lunch later." He repeated his earlier statement, before starting to walk again, half expecting her to throw a temper tantrum.
"Humph. You're nothing but a selfish brat. Don't care a thing for anybody else. It's all about you, you, and you." Her tone was sulky, as she allowed him to lead her through the doors and into the hotel lobby.
His grip tightened on her abdomen, and Ginny frowned. In truth, she was merely trying to get back at him for trying to get back at her for something she didn't know she had done. Whining and sulking seemed a good way to irritate him.
They took the elevator up to their floor, and Ginny followed obediently as he strolled down the hall to his room. Chancing a glance up at his face, she gulped, knowing she had gone a little too far in her goading; she'd forgotten about their discussion earlier, and the event of that morning.
"Oops," she murmured to herself, as Draco closed and warded the door behind him, apparently not wanting her to get out, and not wanting the rest of the hotel to hear their 'discussion'.
"Sit," he instructed, his back still to her.
Meekly, wary of the tone of his voice, Ginny sat on the edge of the bed.
He listened to the rustling of fabric as she obeyed his command, and pondered what exactly he was going to say to her. She was so... intriguing. Her moods, attitudes and manners changed at the drop of a hat; one minute she was a sly temptress, the next a whining five-year-old. She was fascinating. But he couldn't let her know that.
So, an intimidating smirk on his face, Draco turned to the wary girl sitting on the edge of the bed, and was about to open his mouth, ready to give the wicked lecture that his mind was swiftly preparing, when the sound of a voice reached his ears.
For that was the thing; silencing charms on a room prevented people outside hearing what was going on inside, but the people inside the room could still hear what was going on outside. And Draco didn't like what he heard.
A banging on Draco's door accompanied the voice, and Draco's gaze turned towards the closed and warded wooden panel.
"GINNY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THERE WITH MALFOY?! GET YOUR ARSE OUT HERE, GINNY! MUM'S HAVING A FIT, HARRY'S WORRIED SICK THAT YOU'VE BEEN ABDUCTED OR SOMETHING, AND THE TWINS ARE BLOODY READY TO KILL YOU FOR NOT TELLING THEM YOU WERE COMING TO PARIS!"
Ginny gulped.
A/N: Finally an update. Sorry it took so long. School problems; my midterm report wasn't that great, and I was sort of banned from the computer... *sniffle*
Anyway. My eternal thanks to all of my reviewers, and to all my readers, and everyone else. Meh. Hope you enjoyed.
Just to tell you all, Ginny's still sort of playing her game of seduction. All of the confusing whining and sulking and pouting and kissing of random American teenage boys in elevators is all part of the plan...