In the Tub

The next morning Ginny went down to the hot tub in the basement to relax. She had a navy blue bikini on, halter top style. She laid back, closed her eyes and let the warmth of the water sooth her from head to toe. She was so completely relaxed that she didn't even bother opening her eyes when Draco had walked in.

"Do you want some company?" He asked.

"No," said Ginny.

"Well I don't care, I was just being nice," Draco then took his shirt off and joined Ginny in the tub wearing a black Speedo. Ginny moved back giving him some room.

"You look good," Draco said.

"Shh-" Ginny said. "I'm meditating." Ginny said. Draco looked at her. "It calms the mind. I suggest you try it."

"How?" Draco asked.

"Try thinking of nothing," Ginny said.

"Um... that's kind of hard with you right in front of me in a bikini," Draco said.

"Why?" Ginny asked. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Does it turn you on?"

"Yes," said Draco.

"Close your eyes and think of nothing," Ginny said.

"How are you supposed to think of nothing?" Draco asked.

"Just- here is what I do, just picture white. The color- just picture that and try to block out anything else that gets in the way of the white."

Draco just stared at Ginny for a few minutes. She had her eyes closed at arms down at her side.

"Isn't this fun?" Ginny asked after a while opening an eye.

"No," Draco said dully.

"Fine, you can leave then," Ginny said.

"Kidding, I'm having the time of my life," Draco said his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well I thought it was its nice that we are spending quality time together as husband and wife," Ginny said shrugging.

"Yeah but you know we could be spending quality time together and be bringing peace on Earth."

Ginny looked up at a grinning Draco. "We could but we aren't going to."

Draco fixed his eyes on Ginny. "This is crap-meditating isn't going to bring peace to this Earth."

"And being a DeathEater sure as hell is," Ginny said to him coldly.

"Hey, I can bring peace on Earth," Draco said defensively. "You just won't let me."

"I am NOT-"

"Don't make me rape you," Draco said cutting her off.

Ginny stared at him with pure abhorrence, revulsion and horror. "You son of a bitch."

"Language, Gineane Molly," Draco said.

"I don't give a flying fuck about my fucking language you dumb fuck," Ginny snarled at him.

"What's a 'flying fuck'?" Draco asked her. Ginny glowered at Draco. She shook her head at him with pity. Ginny stood up, wrapped a towel around herself and walked away. Draco followed.

"Ginny hold on-" He called just when something small smacked in the abdomen. Draco looked down too see a small skinny tired-looking house-elf.

"Pimpli!" Draco said. "Watch where you are going."

"Sorry master- I apologize-"

"Whatever-" Draco cut her off. "Ginny," Draco cried moving the house-elf aside.

"Way to be a dick," Pimple muttered to herself backing away from Draco. Too bad he heard her.

"Look- do you want clothes?!!??!?" Draco asked her yelling.

"Yes," the house-elf squeaked.

"Well you aren't getting any!" Draco bellowed and took stride past her, down the hall and into the bedroom.