School has begun for me, so I'm afraid the chapter output will be only one chapter every couple of weeks. I know it sucks. Please please please don't stop reading.
As the sun crept into room for the first time, Ginny woke up with her nose pressed against the wooden floor. Her ribs felt sore, the feeling you get when you lie on your stomach on a hard surface for a long time. The floor boards creaked as she shifted into a more comfortable position, her skin stretching over the raw spot.
"Good morning," she murmured to no one in particular, her tired mind fastening on the criss cross of her arms and the way her hands were loosely clenched. It was too bright to sleep and yet too dark to do anything. Another case of bad timing. For another five minutes she lay still in a false impression of sleep, her eyes still lay open, only occasionally blinking to retain moisture. It was too much work to stay still though, and so with minimal effort she propped herself up on numb arms. A series of red lines formed numbers in yet another one of the fascinating boxes. 5:43.
She slumped back to the floor. Too early, too early, her mind said, but her body was already feeling the negative edge of rest. Her limbs kept on moving, never finding the perfect position, and then Ginny was up. Aside from the sore ribs, she discovered that her neck was exceptionally stiff and her foot had gone numb. It was impossible to pay attention to anything else when bodily pain made its presence known, so she didn't notice that only one side of the bed had been slept on, and it wasn't the side she had fallen from.
Stomp stomp stomp stomp. The red head tried to get blood flowing again by stomping her foot repeatedly as she walked. It looked more like a limp, one side going down further than the other. There was still no feeling in her foot, it felt like a dead weight, but her calf was tingling like mad. Her toes snagged onto something and she tipped forward, saving herself by snatching wildly at the dresser.
'Okay,' thought Ginny, as she leaned in a vertical line over the dresser, her fingers white from the pressure, 'I'm okay.' Slowly she edged her good foot out to the side and released her weight off of the dresser. She was able to continue, out of the room, this time with less effort. Stomp drag, stomp drag, stomp drag.
Two feet further she was at the bathroom door, only something very bizarre was happening. The door was jammed, or maybe it was just locked, anyway it wouldn't open. Ginny bounced up on the balls of her feet and moaned, "the door won't open and I have to pee, great timing." With a groan she slumped against the wall and closed her eyes. Suddenly she heard water hitting the floor. What? She looked down. 'Oh, good I'm not peeing,' she thought and then it hit her that something, or someone was in the bathroom, using the shower. 'There's someone in my apartment.' She thought somewhat calmly, although, the more the thought it to herself the more freaked out she got. 'Holy shit there's someone using my shower!' She limped away from the door.
"Why would someone be using my shower?" She mused to herself, before clasping her hand over her mouth in a sudden realization.
"Malfoy," came the hiss though her teeth, which were fully revealed by her curled back lips. Last night, she had found him in her bed. What was he doing there? And why was he still here? "I can't remember, I can't remember," in a growing crescendo of consternation she slumped her head into her hands. 'But what was he doing in my bed?'
Her face turned white and quickly fumbled at her shirt, looking for signs of bruises, or even a sore stomach. Nothing. Ginny let a rush of air escape from between her parted lips. But she wasn't really able to do a full check, so she couldn't be sure. Again, she strained. The muscles in her cheek began twitching, and the nasty habit she had stopped years ago of grinding her teeth, quickly resumed. Damn that Malfoy!
Silently she fumed at the closed door, sending mental flames to the person behind the door. When final click and turn of the handle came at last, she launched herself upon the unsuspecting person exiting the bathroom.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" She screeched at Draco, who looked surprised for a total of two seconds before comfortably slipping back into his normal smirk. "You slept in MY bed, and used MY shower?"
"My apartment flooded."
"What?" For a second she was caught of guard. "Well, go away. This is MY apartment!"
"Well, if you didn't want visitors you should've locked the door." With that he brushed past her into the kitchen area.
"Damnit Malfoy. Go back to your own soggy apartment and annoy your own self." She groaned before stomping off after him. By the time she reached the kitchen he was already searching the cabinets for food. "Don't touch my food!" But the grey eyed man was already ripping open a bag of gummy bears.
"Mine mine mine mine," mocked Draco in a higher version of Ginny's voice. "My apartment, my shower, my bed, my food. You're so self possessed. Not everything is yours." He chewed while he talked, letting little bits of colorful jelly peek out of his mouth.
Ginny drew her eyebrows down with a frown before angrily snatching at the bag of gummy bears and popped a few into her mouth. "Me? Self possessed?" She snorted and jammed her finger into his chest. "Look at you, mister I've-got-a-rich-daddy-so-you-can't-touch-me. Hypocrite." Munching away with gusto she popped a few more into her mouth, not caring that he could see the torn remains of the rainbow colored bears. With a death glare she turned and limped off to the bathroom, and then halfway there suddenly turned back.
"What, can't get enough of me?"
Ginny slammed the flat of a knife onto his chest unexpectedly. "Do yourself a favor, will you?"
"Sure I will, but its not really for me is it?" Ginny found her wrist being drawn back with such strength that she was forced to drop the knife. Without looking away she could hear it clutter on the countertop.
"Bastard," hissed Ginny.
"Sadly no, my mother doesn't leave the mansion very often, and all that's there are a few house elves. It would take a real queer to reproduce with them." Sarcastically he tilted his head to the side with one of those famous smirks. His pointer finger still pressed down on Ginny's wrist, where he could feel her pulse race.
"It would take a queer to want to reproduce with anything living in that place." The redhead spat at him. He still wasn't letting go.
"I would love to call you a bastard as well, but that hair and gangly figure just screams Weasley."
"Well, I'm glad it does, because at least I'm not going to be put into jail when the Ministry boots its ass and does what its supposed to."
"Yes, well, the Ministry is a funny business isn't it? Hiring people like you father..."
Without acknowledging what she was doing Ginny found her hand snap smartly against his cheek, leaving a red and white hand print on his skin. There was a hooded expression on his face, and she wasn't sure what he would do, but she didn't budge, not wanting to show Malfoy that she was afraid of him. "Don't bring my family into this."
A second later he slapped her back, albeit, not as hard. "Don't hit your betters."
She fumed and raised her hand for a second strike, but this time he caught her hand a good way from his face. The heat was rising in her face, and she knew that her face was turning a solid red, but she didn't care. With a slight grunt she launched herself up and proceeded to give him a nuggie.
His face contorted, and all of a sudden all he could focus on was getting her hands away from his head. Not that it was working. All those years of playing quidditch had made her surprisingly strong and limber, and even though she had managed to attatch herself onto his back she had never stopped the nuggie. For a split second her fingers were pried away, leaving Ginny to slid down his legs to the floor. She landed with a good bump to her rear.
From the countertop he took a glass object and chucked it at her with impressive force. In slow motion she saw it come closer and closer but then it jerked back and smashed to the floor. A million little pieces were spread out along the white tiles. Both of them could now plainly see the black cable that ran from the base of the thing to the wall. Draco was confused. Using the opportunity to her advantage Ginny jumped on his back again and wrapped her arms around his neck in a death grip. This time her fingers would not come undone.
For a moment the airless guy stumbled around before slamming her into the wall. Repeatedly. She curled the fingers of her right hand into his hair and pulled the little strands with all her might sending him into a new set of agony.
They collapsed to the floor clawing with no sense of direction. All Draco could see was the red hair, it was just everywhere. He couldn't escape it. It pissed him off more than anything, and so he retaliated by tugging it hard. The body next to him stiffened and somehow he was kicked hard in the groin. Blindly he picked the nearest spot of flesh he could see and pinked it. Hard. The red faced Weasley squealed and made another aim at him-
"Is everything alright in there?"
With impressive speed the bickering duo fell apart urgently. Draco gave the red head a long look before disappearing into the bathroom again. Ginny was still attempting to take the little bits of glass off of her clothes.
"Ginny?"
Nimbly she stepped around the little bits of glass that were scattered all over the floor. Through the little spyhole she could she the concerned face of Hermione looking straight back at her. Ginny gave an inaudible sigh and opened the door. Only slightly, as to avoid explaining the mess.
"Yeah?" She leaned her head against the door frame as she prepared herself for the river of questions that would pour out.
"I heard a lot of banging noises. Just checking to see if you're alright."
"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. I was just trying to stack all my stuff up and it all fell. You know how it goes."
Hermione looked suspiciously at Ginny for a second and then pushed the door back, revealing the shamble. She looked surprised.
"You smashed your blender?"
"I couldn't figure out how to work it."
"You know you're going to have to pay for that?"
"Yes yes, I know." Ginny grumpily tried to close her door but the bushy haired girl had one final thought.
"Try not to smash anything else, its still really early in the morning. People are sleeping."
"Good morning." She slammed the door closed in her face.
Already things were going downhill. This trip would've been ten times better if only Harry had come, but noooo. Not only was there Hermione but there was Malfoy too. Spectacular. This was the most royally fucked up trip she had ever been on.
She snorted and limped back to the bathroom door. "You broke the blender, you're paying for it."
The door opened. "That's not very nice, I'm a guest."
"Yeah, an uninvited one."
That milky white face was poking out at her with a disdainful look.
"By the way..."
"What?"
"You're sleeping on the floor tonight."
I'm too lazy to do the normal response here, so I have one word: 'Shrooms. Hope that answers your question liz.