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Of Quidditch and Sarcasm

By: TheDuchessofDarkness

Chapter One

"You better watch yourself, Ginny," my roommate Hera said the next morning.

I looked up from the Daily Prophet and raised an eyebrow. This statement really didn't surprise me, Hera claimed that she was from a long line of well respected seers, but the only person who believed her was herself. She would often come up with vague warnings, telling us to 'Watch our back' or to 'Stay away from the number 23'.

"What are you talking about?"

She tucked her blonde hair behind her ears, "This just came this morning, right before Oliver left for his run. He recognized the owl, Ginny. Have you ever thought that maybe Draco has business relations with Quidditch teams?"

"Why would he use his own personal owl for business?" I asked.

"Why would he use anything else?"

"Did Oliver say anything about the owl?"

She shook her head, "No, he stared a bit at the owl, I think trying to peg the owner, but he just went on tying his trainers. He really wasn't in much of a talking mood this morning. Something's bothering him, or he's got a lot on his plate right now."

Hera walked over from the counter and handed me a letter. Immediately, I ripped it open, wanting to know why Draco refused to leave me alone while Oliver was in town.

Ginny-

Hope you're having a wonderful time pleasing your boyfriend in bed. Just remember, he can't be half as good as me.

-Draco

I wanted to scream. Draco had some guts to send me letters like this, when he knows that Oliver could see any of them. If I ever sent something like this to him when he was with Pansy, I wouldn't hear the end of it. It was time to give him a taste of his own medicine. Grabbing the nearest quill I could find, I scribbled a message back to Draco.

Draco Darling,

He may not be half as good as you, but he is by far larger than you. And that makes up for his lack of skills.

Love,

Ginny

Satisfied with my witty comment, I grabbed Hera's owl that was perched on the window.

"What do you think you're doing? Katrina isn't ready to fly today. I just checked her aura this morning; she's far too stressed out!" Hera practically shouted as she lunged for the bird I had just thrown out the window.

"Sorry it's urgent!"

She stuck her head out of the window, watching as her bird fell helplessly, and then finally picked up the strength to fly. Knowing how Hera felt about her stupid owl, there would definitely be an argument after this little episode.

"You nearly killed my beautiful owl!"

"Oh come off it! It's alive still! Or did you not see its wings flapping like mad?"

"Her wings were flapping like mad because you threw her out of a window!"

I didn't respond to her last comment. There was no sense in arguing with Hera, she would continue until she either won, or her opponent grew too tired of fighting.

"Whatever. I'm sorry I threw your bloody owl out the window. When Oliver comes back tell him I'm in the shower. If Draco owls again don't let Oliver see the letter."

Hera rolled her eyes, "What kind of idiot do you take me for? Why don't I just tell Oliver all about how you've been going behind his back and shagging Draco Malfoy of all people? I'm not stupid Ginny."

"Yes you are," Emmy, my other roommate said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Excuse me?"

Emmy laughed and walked over to the ice box and grabbed the pitcher of orange juice.

"You heard me. You're stupid."

Now it was Hera's turn to rant on Emmy, "How dare you say something that horrible and rude to me? I thought we were friends!"

Rolling my eyes, I left the room, thankful for the distraction Emmy had caused between mine and Hera's fight. Don't get me wrong, I love my roommates, but at times they can get a little more than I can bear.

Take Hera for example, the girl has more black in her wardrobe than a death eater; she's constantly burning incense and having séances in cemeteries by herself. Occasionally she'll try to drag me or Emmy along, but most of the time she says it will 'Make the Spirits feel unwelcome' with so many people there. She's a complete slob as well. Whenever I go into her bathroom, there are globs of toothpaste plastered against her sink, and hair stuck onto her shower wall, as if it were a decoration.

Emmy's a completely different story. She loves men, any guy that would just smile at her, is automatically her 'soul mate'. Along with her keen interest in men, she's a fashion goddess. I've known her for since I graduated from Hogwarts and not once have I seen her wear the same outfit twice. She's a total neat freak, if we happen to leave a crumb on the floor, she'll be using every cleaning spell she knows for the next hour and a half.

Emmy and Hera met in a class about palm reading, or something of that nature. Hera was there thinking it would help her contact more spirits, and tune her 'Inner Eye'. But Emmy was there only to pick up new men. The two quickly became friends, and one night at the opening of a new restaurant in town, I met them. We've been best friends and living together ever since.

As I made my way back to the bedroom, I headed straight for my bathroom. After last nights activities, I needed a good shower. Right when I stepped into the shower, I heard a faint, 'Pop'. Naturally, I thought it was Oliver, too tired to make his run back to the house, so he had apparated. I made a good lather in my hands, and then began to wash my hair. After shutting my eyes to rinse out my hair, I felt a breeze, and instantly knew that Oliver had decided to join me. As you would expect, a smile had crept onto my lips.

I felt a pair of lips, slowly attack my shoulders. It took every bone in my body to ignore Oliver's attempts; I was trying to take a shower after all.

"One would think that you would be tired from last night and your run this morning," I said breathlessly.

"And what exactly did you do last night?"

Immediately, I froze. I opened my eyes and came face to face with Draco.

"What do you think you're doing here! Do you realize that Oliver can walk in at any minute and then we'd both be screwed!" I whispered.

"Nice to see you too," he sneered.

"I'm serious Draco! What are you doing here?"

"I came to remind you that no one can top me in bed," he said.

I rolled my eyes, "Are you kidding me? You came all the way over here for that? That's ridiculous! Now leave!"

He folded his arms over his chest, "Make me."

"If I have to apparate you out of here myself I will."

"Be my guest. Apparate away, Weasley."

I knew that I was getting no where, so I rinsed out my hair, and then shoved him out of the shower. After I turned off the tap I hopped out and wrapped a towel around me. I hadn't even noticed that Draco too, was naked. The man really infuriated me at times.

"Where are your clothes?" I asked in desperation.

He simply pointed to the door leading to the bed room. What was he playing at? Did he want Oliver to find out about him? I stomped out of the bedroom and shoved myself into some clothes, grabbed the monster's clothes then headed back to the bathroom.

"I can't believe you, I hope you know that I'm mad at you right?" I said as I put Draco's clothes on for him. Lazy man.

He nodded his head, "It will only make you more aggressive in bed next time."

"You did all this to excite your sex life? Is Pansy really that bad?"

He shook his head, "No, but you are."

That was the end of the road. I kneed him in the balls, and grabbed my wand. I apparated us back to his apartment.

"I hope you're happy Malfoy!" I said as I pushed him onto the couch.

"Why did you have to knee me in the nuts? I didn't do anything!"

I sat down on his back, holding him in place so that he would listen to me. "You think that you didn't do anything? What if Oliver had walked in and saw you and me in the shower together? Hmm? What would have happened then? I would have lost the best thing that's ever happened to me, and you would be to blame."

"I don't see what the problem is, then I would be able to have you all to myself!" He shouted into the sofa cushion.

"Oh so it's okay for you to have a girlfriend, but it's not okay for me to have a boyfriend?"

There was silence. For the first time I can remember, Draco had nothing to say. I shook my head.

"I'm going back to my house, I don't want to hear, or see you till Oliver leaves. You got that?"

I felt him nod his head underneath me. I got up and reached for my wand. But before I could apparate away, Draco stood up and grabbed me around the waist.

"What do you wa-" I started, but was cut off by his lips touching mine.

To say that Draco was a bad kisser would be lying. Every time he kisses me my insides turn to goo. He has this way of making me feel like I'm sixteen years old again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Draco was right, the anger I was harboring towards him was only fueling the passion that seemed to exist between us.

This was a very passionate man. Just one touch from him could make you forget about any troubles you were having, and focus on him, and only him. He was amazing. We fumbled back onto the couch, gripping for each other's clothing. And needless to say, what started out as a kiss, ended up needing a few contraceptive charms.

When I got back to the house about and hour later, Oliver was sitting on my bed. He looked fresh from the shower, and a look of concern was spread across his face when he saw me. Instantly, he got off the bed and pulled me close, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.

"Oh God, where were you? I was worried sick. There was no note or anything, so naturally I was thinking the worse. Are you alright?"

I nodded my head as he smoothed back my hair. I love Oliver, I really do, but for some reason, I can't get rid of Draco. Not because he is persistent, but because I can never bring myself to tell him off. I latched onto Oliver and rested my head against his chest.

"I love you Ginny," he whispered.

I pulled away from him and smiled, "I love you too."

He beamed, "Why don't you get ready? I'm taking you, Hera, Emmy, and Collin out tonight."

"Collin? You hate taking Collin places. What gives?"

"I just feel like spending a little time with you and the people you love. I haven't seen you in forever because of the blasted tournaments, and I want you to be happy tonight. And it's an expensive restaurant, so I got you something special to wear."

He walked over to my closet and pulled out a long white box, and handed it to me.

"Go on, open it," he said. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning. He was adorable.

Inside the box was a short, black, sleeveless, empire waist dress. I was amazed that Oliver had such taste in women's clothing.

"The saleslady helped me pick it out," he admitted.

I turned to him and smiled, "It's perfect." I placed a kiss on his lips.

"Well go on! Get ready!" He said, taking the dress from me and pushing me to the bathroom.

"Oliver! Incase you hadn't noticed, it's one in the afternoon!"

"Yes, and in the amount of time it takes Emmy to get ready, we'll be out of here by four. We have reservations at five!"

"Alright! I'm going!" I said. As I headed to the bathroom, Oliver gave me a quick slap on my bum.

"Will you zip me up?" I asked as I emerged from the bathroom.

Oliver looked up from the book he was reading in the corner, and smiled at me.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered.

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, and I smiled. I never thought I was beautiful, but when Oliver looked at me that way, there wasn't a doubt in my mind. He seemed to stare at me for what felt like an eternity. His smile never faded.

"Well are you going to zip me up or not?" I teased.

He shook from his reverie and laughed a little. When he finished zipping me up, he rested his hands on my shoulders. Slowly, he began trailing them lightly up and down my arms, making goose bumps form on my skin. I turned around, and Oliver captured me in a searing kiss.

"Now you've got lipstick all over your lips," I giggled, wiping away the red from his lips.

"It's alright, I think the way it got there was well worth it."

I smiled, "Let me go reapply my lipstick and then we can drag Emmy and Hera out of here."

As I looked in the mirror after reapplying my lipstick, I felt sick. There I was. Chin-length, wavy auburn hair. A black barrette holding back hair on the left side of my face. Smokey eye make-up. I wished I felt as good as I looked on the outside, on the inside. The repercussions of my earlier tryst with Draco had just caught up with me. And I felt sick. I didn't deserve the man who was out there waiting for me.

When I came out of the bathroom, I tried my best to plaster a smile on my face. But lucky for me, Oliver could see right through it.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

As I slipped on my shoes I just shook my head, "Nothing's wrong, I'm just a little hungry. Are the others ready?"

"Yeah, Hera and Emmy are out waiting in the kitchen, and Collin said he'd meet us at the restaurant. Are you sure you're okay though, Ginny?"

I nodded, "I'm fine, just hungry." I repeated.

He nodded, "Alright, don't worry, tonight's going to be wonderful."

I smiled, hoping that he was right.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews RainFalls007, Audre, and Miss.Bell2009. Once again, please review I love to hear what you all think!