Chapter 27- here for the party
Chase Mills and Luna Lovegood stood in position at the end of the hall, waiting for the head boy to come around the corner.
"Where the hell is he?" Chase asked as he fidgeted slightly.
"I don't know what your complaining about, I'm the one standing here freezing to death in a bloody skirt!" It was true, Luna had decided to wear her best and shortest skirt. She had the hopes of attracting one Ron Weasley, that was if she wasn't blue by the time she got up there. She hadn't thought she would be standing in a cold hallway with only Chase Mills as company.
"Well, you can freeze your loony ass off all you like, I'm going back to the roof." With that he set off at a run. Determined not to be bested by Mills, yet again, she took off like a rocket behind him.
They erupted onto the roof at the same time, panting and glaring at each other. "I would have had you if you hadn't gotten a head start!" Luna hissed at the darkly handsome boy.
"In your dreams, Loony." Mills said as he staggered away, leaving her to answer the question on everybody's mind. Where the bloody hell was Draco?
"I'm going to kill that sodding wanker." Ginny mumbled as she excused herself and walked as fast as her sexy, but deadly heels would allow. Once at the base of the stairs she did a simple tracking charm and followed it. She found him muttering and kicking things in the east wing.
"What the bloody hell are you doing? Your supposed to be patrolling, not pouting."
"Malfoys don't pout." He said sullenly.
"whatever, now that I've found you will you please go get that idiot Lovegood off the flipin roof? She thinks she can fly without a broom."
He eyed her suspiciously before asking, "What are you all dressed up for?"
"If you must know, we were trying to go to the club when some little first year came crying about the crazy girl killing herself. She was looking for a perfect but got us instead, so if you wouldn't mind doing your job…" with that she turned and walked off, after a few seconds she heard him fall into step with her. "So what were you pouting about?"
"I wasn't pouting about anything, I was simply loathing my existence and the existence of my wretched family."
"O, so you've finally caught on about what the rest of us have known for years, that you're a wanker."
He couldn't help watching her sway on those shoes, therefore completely ignored the jib. As they climbed the stairs that delicious little bottom of hers was at eye level with him, yep, his birthday was definitely looking up
It never occurred to him that if she was coming from the roof she would be completely soaked. He was far to busy being depressed and aroused. So when he stepped out onto the roof and nearly had his eardrums broken, he could hardly believe it. He just stared at the smiling faces of all his guests.
"Still loathing your existence?" Ginny whispered from beside him, he turned and gave her one of those rare and breathtaking sexy smiles that made girls swoon.
"It was Ginny's idea." Jeff readily gave up the information, clearly happy that they had surprised him.
He surprised them all by grabbing Ginny in a hug, lifting her off her feet. As close as he was he whispered," If there wasn't a room full of people here, I would kiss you senseless, again."
Ginny attempted to pull her dazzled mind to rights. It didn't help that Draco Malfoy had her firmly pressed to his sexy body, or that the warm breath that tickled her ear had carried with it a pointed reminder of that day long ago in the kitchens, bringing the kiss fully into her mind. Her traitorous body reacted and when he set her back firmly on her feet, she grabbed on to the nearest person she could for fear her knees would give. That one little sentence made shivers dance up her spine, not to mention her nipples were exceeding hard now, thank you very much Mr. Malfoy.
Spike shot Ginny a strange look, she had a death grip on his arm and was staring at Draco as if she wished she could attack him. Although with Ginny you never could tell weather the attack was going to be good or not.
"You feeling okay?" Spike asked carefully. That seemed to pull her out of her trance, she blushed a deep red and then nodded before quickly scurrying away.
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The party was a hit. The dance floor was packed, the bar was as busy as ever, and the food was delicious.
"Hey, feeling charitable?" Fred asked with a small smirk. Ginny returned his smirk and headed behind the bar to help with the drinks.
"Having fun?" George asked as he slipped past her to serve someone that had just walked up.
"Tons." Ginny said with a laugh as she poured a drink for a Hufflepuff sixth year.
"Why aren't you attempting to be the birthday boys birthday? Half the other girls are." Fred had a valid point, every unattached female was trying to get closer to Draco. As in close under the sheets. Ginny had to look away. The thought of any of those twittering idiots alone in a room with Draco made her feel things she wasn't ready to investigate yet.
"Because we all know none of them are going to exceed his one night rule, and I don't want to be just a notch for anyone."
"Good for you, Gin." George said as he busily poured a tray full of shots for some eager Ravenclaws.
"Don't settle ask for the fuckin' moon girlie." a curly haired blond said in the slurre way drunks speak in.
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"So do you think that she's playing hard to get, or that she's in denial?" Jefferson asked as she sat in a squashy chair across from Rivers and between Spike and Blaise.
"No one plays that good." Pansy said as she to turned to look at the scene being played out. Ginny would look up from Fred and George to glare at the twittering idiots that had flocked around Draco. She would look away, as red as her hair, and Draco would look at her, longing stamped across his face in such an obvious way that it shocked both Pansy and Blaise.
"I think she's oblivious, and he's in denial." Rivers said after she took another sip of her drink.
"I don't know, personally I just think they both need to get laid." Jeff said as she flopped back into her chair with a huff.
"Hey, what's the what?" Hermione asked as she walked up.
"We were talking about Draco and Gin" Pansy answered.
"O, did the finally get together?"
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"Those insufferable idiotic slags." cold blue eyes narrowed at the little group of girls around Draco.
"They really aren't that bad…" the other girl half whispered. The blue eyes turned on her filled with rage.
"Not that bad? Look around you stupid bitch. Don't you disagree with me, I made you, I could and would break you in a heartbeat.
Right now you are below filth to me, you couldn't even accomplish the simple task of capturing and ruining the princess." the blond girl winced as the other girl grabbed her by the arm and drug her out onto the stairs. "On second thought, why shouldn't I break you?"
The blonde's eyes filled with tears. "I love you. I'm sorry, I will do better next time. I swear I will. Please, please…" the blondes sobs filled the corridor. Begging, for what she didn't know, the other girls love, acceptance, or maybe, just maybe her life.
The other girl gave a sniff of disbane. "You have failed miserably in proving your love. Here is your second chance, prove it." and with that she swung around, her dark hair rippling as she left the blonde standing alone on the stairs.
"How?" She softly wondered.
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Calvin Miller sat at the bar alone, watching Ginny watch Draco when he wasn't watching her. It was clear to Calvin what was happening. A part of him was delighted about it, the other part, hated the redhead.
No one really understood him, especially Sunday. She was the last person on Earth that he would open up and talk to. Everyone thought they were just alike. But in actuality, he only hung around her because in first year he had been to gullible to know better, and then we he had figured her out, he was to enthralled by her, and scared of her. He was still a little afraid of what she could do, but mostly, he still let her think she had a hold over him because all those years that he had been afraid of her had made other people think he was just like her, and they hated him for it.
He remembered the day that he had found out that Sunday was going to marry into the Malfoy line. Her mother had looked so proud, and her father looked like he was about to bust. They had a huge ball. She had been preening and happy. They had been ten when the official papers had been signed, even though it had been talked about since they were five.
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"Are you happy, Sunday?" Calvin asked as he watched the young girl pile glossy curls on top of her head.
"Of course I'm happy silly, I'm going to marry Draco Malfoy."
"Do you love him, Sunday." he had asked , his parents loved each other and they were married. She laughed. Not a nice laugh that she had ready for everyone else, the kind that people thought was adorable. No, she laughed her cold scary laugh that sent shivers of fear down his spine.
"I swear you are the dumbest person I know. There is no such thing as love. I loathe Draco Malfoy, he's a vile little boy with disgusting little friends," she gave a small shiver, " repulsing brats, always putting their noses where they don't belong." He knew instantly who she was talking about, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Sunday didn't think that Pansy should even look at her, because she had more money than her, and she just didn't like Blaise. "Malfoy has money and when his father dies he will inherit it all, and then I will be the richest girl in wizarding England." That was the day that Calvin decided he felt very sorry for Draco.
Of course there were many more times that hat for Sunday had washed up on him so quickly that he felt the urge to throw up. Like the night that she had kissed him. He had said she looked pretty in her new dress robes, and just like that she had kissed him fully on the mouth, then attempted to stick her tongue in. He had stood there in shock for a full minute before the hat welled up, he had punched her and yelled he hated her more than he hated anyone else in the world. She had laughed that laugh again and stood looking at him like he was a bug she would love nothing more than to squash.
" You can't afford to hate me, cousin dearest, you have no choice but to like me, and like me you will, however I tell you to like me or else all of Slytherin will know about you." It was the same threat he had heard every time she had started to lose control over him. The truth about his parents.
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Calvin alerted his eyes from the drink that he had been starring at for over an hour to glance at his cousin halfway around his room. Two weeks ago the same threat had fallen from her lips, only then, he had a threat to throw back at her, one that could ruin her perfect little life, and tonight as he sat watching her he silently wondered if he was truly brave enough to wage war with her. A full fledged war with her would mean everything would come out, but it would also mean that he was free of her. And the thought of that freedom made him happier then he had been since he had first realized what he had gotten himself into.