"I'm bored."
It was the summer after Ginny's sixth year, and she was staying at Draco's house for the summer before she went back to school and he went to work as an auror. The wanted to spend all the time they could together during the summer because once school started they wouldn't see each other until Christmas.
She was lying stretched out on his bed. It was silver plated, the sheets and pillow cases were black and the quilt and shams were green. Each pillow had a tiny Malfoy crest in the corner.
Draco was lying on his back beside her studying for his auror theory exam. He looked up at her over his book.
"Of course you are. You're always bored." He marked his place and put the book on his bedside table; also silver.
Being summer, Ginny had rid herself of the hot wizards' robes and wore muggle clothes. Today she was wearing a black cotton skirt which came half way between her knees and her waist, and a black halter top, showing the curves that had developed in the past few years.
Although not wanting her to know, Draco had not actually been reading his book, unable to concentrate for staring at her continuously.
He was really glad he had taken her shopping in a muggle mall; she suited muggle clothes extremely well.
After Draco had inherited his family fortune – his father died along with Voldemort because of some ancient bonding spell he had performed on his inner circle – and had wasted no time ridding himself of all reminders of his father. He sold the Malfoy mansion, the buyer was quite happy with the deal as Draco had not cared for the money and had given it to him cheap. He had bought a regular house in the suburbs of London; large by most standards but for a Malfoy it was really quite small; and had moved himself and his mother into this new house. However, even though Draco hated his father and his ways, he was still proud of his family and his heritage.
He had had to force Ginny to let him take her shopping, as she had insisted that she didn't need clothes and could take care of herself. He knew her better than that though; knew how much she despised having everything she owned second hand.
"We should do something exciting." Ginny climbed off the high bed and sat in the large green arm chair by the fire.
Draco had convinced his mother to take a vacation to America, so she would be gone for the rest of the summer. They had the house to themselves.
Draco climbed off the bed after her. He was wearing black, knee length pants and, at the moment, no shirt (A/N – I'm sorry, I had to *drool*). He reached out and took her hand, pulling her out of the chair.
"Let's invite a bunch of people over…a party."
Ginny's face broke out into a huge grin. "That's awesome!"
Draco slid his arms around her waist. "How much notice do you think people need?"
"I don't know…a few days?" replied Ginny.
Draco nodded. "You think getting ready for a part will keep us occupied for a few days?" he asked, hoping to end the constant complaint of being bored from her.
She nodded. "Sure," she said.
"Let's go send owls."
*~*~*~*~*~*
About twenty minutes later, Ginny and Draco were to be found sitting at the kitchen table, attempting to make a list of people to invite.
"Ok, so we have Harry, Ron, Millicent, Hermione, Blaise, Greg, Vince, Lavender, Parvati, Padma, Neville, Hanna, Pansy, Colin, Luna-"
Draco cut Ginny off. "You're inviting Lovegood?"
She shrugged. "She's sweet, and funny."
"Yeah…funny to look at…"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "That's mean."
"Uh huh…anyone else?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Not that I can think of. That looks ok anyway, we don't want a mob."
"Yeah. Ok, split the list in half and start writing invitations."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry was flat on his stomach on top of the covers on the bed in his hotel room. On the bed next to him was Ron, and- although she was sleeping in the next room- Hermione was sitting in the chair by the window reading and glancing over at the two of them every few minutes. A small cauldron was bubbling on the floor beside her; a hangover cure waiting for the teenage boys. They had been out until 4 that morning.
Hermione heard a faint tapping noise and turned to see a black owl hovering around the window, a small envelope tied to its talon. She opened the window and the owl landed on the desk.
She ran into the bathroom and grabbed a dish from the counter, filling it with water. She placed the dish in front of the owl, untying the letter from his talon. She recognized the script on the front as Ginny's. It said her name, Harry's, and Ron's.
She opened it and pulled the folded piece of paper inside.
Hey guys!
We were bored so we decided to have a party. It's going to be on Friday night at 5:30 here at Draco's house. Please come! We're so bored. Were inviting everyone we can think of so it should be fun, and were going to have food and stuff. So yeah, apparate in from France for the night.
Can't wait to see you!
Your friend,
Ginny Weasley
Hermione smiled. Just then she heard a loud groan as Harry jumped up from his bed and ran for the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it. About ten seconds later, Ron jumped up from his bed and ran for the bathroom too. Finding the door closed, he banged his fist on it a few times before turning and going for a garbage can. Hermione grabbed the ladle in the cauldron and a cup, and quickly handed the steaming potion to her friend. He downed it quickly, grabbed a paper towel, and wiped his face.
"Thanks," he said quietly. He sat down on the edge of his bead and took a deep breath.
Hermione filled the second cup and took it over to the bathroom, knocking on the door. The door opened and Harry's hand appeared around the cornet. She put the cup in it and the door closed immediately.
"Thanks Mione!" he said after a few moments.
About ten minutes later, Harry came out of the bathroom in only his boxers, his body glistening with water. Ron went into the bathroom, quickly had a shower, and came out fully dressed. Harry went back into the bathroom with his clothes, and came out dressed as well.
"Your sister's having a party on Friday," said Hermione.
"Oh really?" asked Ron. "We going?"
"I guess so."
"What time?" asked Harry.
"5:30," replied Hermione.
"Alright…want to go shopping?" asked Harry.