A/N: Yeah, I know. *sigh* A bit of a delay...Eh heh. :-/ Well, I guess high school is taking over my life, now isn't it? And well...other obsessions *giggles* Not like those are excuses :( But here is chapter 2, I hope you guys like it... Thank you all for your reviews they really make my day more than you could know!!
Disclaimer: Check chapter 1.
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Malfoy looked away quickly.
"Dead?" he repeated dumbly.
Ginny nodded, her face as white as the snow surrounding them.
"Oh," he said distractedly. "Right...Okay." He began unbuttoning Stan's jacket.
"What are you doing?!" she shrieked, jumping up.
"Taking off their clothes," Malfoy said matter-of-factly. "What does it look like?" He threw Stan's coat to the side, and then began working on Ernie's.
He swallowed disgustedly, telling himself their bodies were only so cold because they were lying on snow. He didn't want to be doing this, but it was survival of the smartest after all, wasn't it?
Ginny spluttered around for a bit. "But...Why?" Her face reddened as Stan's sweater and trousers were removed and all he was wearing were his underclothes.
And Ginny Weasley, he thought bitterly, should be thanking him. She would be dead without him. But then, he mused, if she keeps up with her stupidity he may have a hard time fighting off the urge to make her dead with him.
Malfoy glared up at her. "Because I feel like it," he snarled sarcastically, before working on Ernie's clothes. "Who knows how long we're going to be stuck here Weasley! Hell, we may die here if we don't find a town to get into. I'm trying to prolong our lives by getting us extra clothes. Have you always been this ignorant?"
"Yes," she muttered blandly. Die. She and Malfoy might die.
"Here." Something warm hit Ginny's face. It was Stan's green sweater. "Put that on."
Ginny looked dumbly down at it for a moment before unbuttoning her coat, and throwing the sweater on over her long-sleeved shirt, and then putting her jacket back on. "Thanks."
"Thank him."
Ginny felt like crying all over again. Maybe I'll be able to soon, she thought warily.
Malfoy threw the rest of the clothes and cloaks over his shoulder, and walked past her. "Where are you going?"
"To see what's around."
"Oh." Ginny stood by herself awkwardly for a few moments, "Can I...come?"
Malfoy smirked. "Unless you have some desperate appointment you must be attending at this hour."
Ignoring the sarcasm, Ginny hurriedly ran up behind him following in the tracks that his shoes were making in the snow, as they walked.
At least, she thought as she measured the length of her foot against Malfoy's prints, I won't be dying alone.
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"I can't believe this," Malfoy said, turning the handle.
"What if there's someone in here!" Ginny whimpered.
Malfoy opened the door of the cabin slowly, and poked his head inside, looking around. "Stop being so infuriating. There's no one here."
Ginny followed him inside.
Her mouth dropped open. "Wow..." she breathed
"Unreal," Malfoy said.
"Someone must own this." Ginny looked for sight of picture frames on the mantle. There were none. "Maybe they only come out here in the spring or something."
"It's a log cabin!" Draco sneered. "They obviously rent it during the winter!" He peered inside the only two other rooms in the house, and Ginny distinctly heard him mutter 'idiot' under his breath.
"Fine," Ginny snapped, "They rent it during the winter. Must've gone home for the holidays."
"Yes, must've," he called out, mockingly. "Snazzy bedroom," Malfoy announced from the room that the main entrance branched off into.
Ginny huffed and rolled her eyes at his stupid, corny and sarcastically lame remark. He was just trying to be overly chipper to annoy her. That along with his smart-assed remarks that he made the whole half-hour trudge through the snow, until they came across this cabin in the middle of nowhere, were enough to make her want to throttle him.
It worried her, this cabin. There was something very strange about it. It was just...there, and how often was something there right when you needed it; right when you were losing hope? There was not a town in sight, but someone had built a cabin, a vacation spot, in this horrible place?
It was small, just three rooms. They had walked into the living room. And looking around, despite her fears, Ginny had to admit it was...quaint. It was the classic log cabin. It had a fireplace, a small loveseat with a plaid blanket neatly folded atop it. There were two pillows on each side of the sofa, and a hearthrug in front of the fire. A little table and one chair sat by the single window to the right of the couch. Then behind the couch, was an entryway to the bedroom, which then branched off into a very small bathroom.
Ginny's heart couldn't help but fill with joy at the sight of the tub. All she wanted was to soak in the warm water for hours and hours on end.
However, she did take notice of the bedroom. The one bed. The one queen-sized bed. She glanced a Draco who seemed to be noticing the same predicament.
"Hmm," he said. "I don't think the couch is going to be as comfortable as this feather mattress but I did see a blanket out there, so at least you won't be freezing, Weasley."
"No, Malfoy," Ginny spat. "I went on that stupid bus, I climbed up, levitated out two dead bodies, and you think that I am going to sleep on the couch for you?!"
"No," Malfoy answered. "I thought you were going to sleep on the couch for you. Hey, if you want to sleep with me Weasel, fine. But hands off, alright?"
Ginny's mouth opened in horror. "OH!" she cried. "You are the most horrible, disgusting, insufferable human being..." she began, "ever!"
"Am I all that?"
"I hate you, Draco Malfoy!"
"The feeling is mutual, Ginny Weasley. The feeling is mutual."
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Draco had just lain down for bed when Ginny burst through the room. "I'm taking a bath," she announced.
"Thank you for sharing, I'll remember this always."
Ginny set her eyes on him with an icy stare, before bounding into the bathroom, and slamming the door shut.
Malfoy stared up at the ceiling, settling his arms behind his head, but the sound of the water pressure was driving him insane.
Or maybe it was the thought that he was going to die soon if they didn't get out of here.
Or maybe it was the thought the he was going to die even sooner if they didn't find food.
Or maybe it was the thought of a naked girl just feet away.
Malfoy stood up just as the water stopped.
"Since when does she get everything she wants anyway?" he set his jaw, and pounded at the door. "Time's up."
There was a confused bit of splashing. "What are you talking about?" a voice squeaked.
"Your time is up," he enunciated. "I'm cold, and I need a nice hot shower to warm me up."
"Sucks that you'll have to wait then, huh!?"
"GET OUT," he bellowed. "You think that I really want to be here in this scenario, Weasley? I need something to calm my mind, and god knows you aren't helping that problem."
"For Merlin's sake Malfoy, hold on! I just got in the tub!"
"Well, then get out!" He hated this. He hated living with her and it had only just begun. "You shouldn't be the only one allowed to get warmth."
"Uh huh, Malfoy."
"Are you out?" he snarled.
"Uh huh, Malfoy."
Well at least she understood who was in power here. He turned the handle, but she hadn't unlocked it yet. "How helpful," he muttered, wiggling it again, the rickety lock shaking from the force.
Malfoy considered for a moment, before stepping back, breathing twice before thrusting his leg forward and making contact with the door.
A good deal of water splattered about the room as Ginny splashed around in fright when the door burst open. "MALFOY -- GET -- OUT -- NOW!" she screeched, before sinking beneath the bubbles, her bright red hair bobbing above the water being the last thing Draco saw before swiftly shutting the door behind him.
Malfoy opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all he managed was a weak croak. He looked around the bedroom, looking for something to grip onto, and finding nothing, he decided to collapse on the bed.
What had he been thinking? She was naked, for Merlin's sake!
In a whirlwind of red, Ginny burst out through the door, clinging to the towel she had wrapped around her body.
"YOU!" she barked.
Malfoy stood up like a sergeant called to order. He tried to speak, but the sight of her dripping hair and the creamy white skin that began mid-thigh where her towel ended made him have to clear his throat as he tried not to look at her. "I thought you had gotten out," he mumbled to the floor.
"NO YOU DIDN'T," she screamed.
Malfoy looked her in the eye. He had hoped her beauty would wear off with rage but it didn't. It only made him angrier. "That was hardly a tea party for me either, Weasel!" he snarled. "You think I wanted to see you unclothed? Yes, I'm sure those are my ultimate motives right now," he snarled. It might have been the biggest lie in the world concerning Draco's 'wants'.
Ginny shot daggers at him. "YOU -- SAW --"
"Oh god, NO!" he yelled. "I didn't see anything, I would be throwing up if I had. Trust me," he snapped.
Ginny licked her lips, the redness in her cheeks flowing from both anger and embarrassment now. "Don't you ever," she warned. "Walk in on me anywhere, EVER, again, Draco Malfoy. Or I swear to god I'll--"
He began to laugh. "You'll what, Weasley? Tell your brothers to beat me up?"
"When we get out of here--"
"If," Malfoy corrected harshly. "If, we get out of here."
Ginny stared at him long and hard, beginning to feel the weight of all her worries sag on her shoulders again. Her eyes had glossed over. "Why do you say it like that?" It was nothing more than a slight sob.
Malfoy watched her. He would not soften in the presence of a Weasley. He had been with plenty of gorgeous half-clothed girls before...more gorgeous than Ginny Weasley! "It's true," he snapped. "Forget about your sugar-coated fantasy with Potter being the valiant knight in shining armor. I'm afraid that's not going to happen. I'm all you've got."
Ginny breathed in such a good deal of sharp air, Malfoy almost thought if she held it in any longer she would burst. Slowly, she blew out. "Then I guess I don't have much, do I Draco?" It was uttered disgustedly.
She stormed away, exiling herself to the living room to get changed.
Malfoy stared at the closed door. "You've never really had much of anything at any point in your life!" He yelled through the door.
He glared at the place where she had just been standing. There were little water droplets on the floor. "Don't you ever," he bit out. "Call me Draco."