The Trouble with FireWhisky
After a rough breakup with Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley goes to the Hogs Head for a drink.
"One FireWhisky, please." Ginny orders.
"You got it, doll." Says the barman.
Ginny's left eye twitched.
"EXCUSE ME!" Ginny said inaudibly.
"You should know, barmen don't have many manners." Said voice came from behind her.
Ginny turned around and saw a platinum blond haired boy behind her.
The barman gave Ginny her drink. She took a sip. "I'm not in the mood, Malfoy."
"Oh dear Weasel, I'm just trying to be nice. Here, let me pay for that."
"Oh sure, go and throw your money in my face! That'll make me happier!"
Draco chuckled as Ginny took another sip. She stopped.
"Did the all-mighty, super manly, and macho Draco Malfoy just CHUCKLE?"
"Yes, well, I may be a sarcastic and arrogant prick, but I'm still capable of having feeling!"
Ginny laughed and Draco smiled, "HEY! I made you laugh!"
-1 hour and a half and 6 FireWhiskys later-
"Come on Red, gotta get you back to your dorm!" Draco said, slinging Ginny over his shoulder.
Ginny laughed, "WHEE!" she giggled, then hiccupped.
"That's it Red! No more FireWhisky for you!"