Well, I was going to have this out tomorrow, but I got a bunch of great reviews, so I decided to speed write and get it out today! Here it is:

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Draco screamed in disgust and frustration as the team he and the boys had been yelling for all night lost the game by a single point. Sure, it was a silly game in which huge men threw a cylindrical ball around, but it sure was entertaining and it definitely brought all the males in the universe together with a common purpose.

"THAT'S A BLOODY FOUL!" Blaise said, using one of the many terms he'd learned during the game.

"Like hell it is!" said another boy, "You lost, fair and square."

"Oh, yeah?" Blaise challenged, fluffing his feathers to make him look bigger.

Draco turned away from the blatant display of immaturity and leaned over to Harry.

"Does this mean it's time to go?" he said.

Harry looked at his watch.

"Bloody hell!" he said, shocked, "That's a long game! We've been here for hours!"

"Well, I guess I'll go hunt down Ginny," Draco said, leaving Blaise to his own devices, "I wonder where she's gotten off to."

Draco wandered from room to room, peering in in hopes of spotting his little redhead among all the American blondes. He eventually found himself upstairs among a million muggles; dancing so close together he was surprised no one shut off the music in disgust.

"Hey, any of you seen a little redhead around here?" he asked an innocent looking group of men, sitting around a table talking.

They all looked up at him curiously, hearing the silly accent.

"I think she went to go lay down after all the alcohol she sucked," said one boy with a mischievous grin.

"Alcohol?" Draco sputtered, and then regained himself, "Where would she have gone if she wanted to lie down?"

"I think there's a room further down the hallway," the same man said, gesturing with his hands.

"Thank you," Draco said, still stunned by what he had said.

Alcohol? Was Ginny bloody drinking? Surely not.

He froze in the hallway when he heard a small squeal of "Oh, Draco!"

He was so stunned; he didn't even think he'd actually heard it. At the end of the hallway was a glass door leading out onto a balcony, on his left was a restroom, and on his right was a closed door. He turned around to see the source of the voice, but no one else was in the hallway.

He leaned his head toward the door and listened, but he couldn't hear anything over his heart, which suddenly decided to pound in his head.

"Ginny?" he said quietly to the door.

He heard a laugh that was unmistakably Ginny's from inside the door, followed by, "Go away, Harry, Draco and I are busy!" Then she giggled again.

Draco was taken aback by the strange words that didn't make any sense. He slowly turned the door handle and peered into the room.

"Harry, I said –" Ginny stopped when she saw Draco standing in the doorway. "Draco?" she said, looking at him like a curious kitten, smiling a little, still halfway through a giggle. She was lying on her back while the man who was holding both of her hands in one of his walked his way to her chest with his tongue.

Then something seemed out of place to Ginny. Why were there two Dracos? Ginny looked back down at the person on top of her in mild confusion. Her heart pounded as she realized that the man on top of her, currently kissing his way down her body, was not Draco at all. She struggled to free her hands so that she could push him off, but he wouldn't let them go. She couldn't move her legs either; he was lying on top of them and he was heavy.

"TOM!" Ginny screamed, catching sight of his golden hair, "GET OFF ME!"

She began to scream repeatedly at him, but Tom wasn't even aware of Draco's presence until he felt himself flying backward into a wall. He looked up, dazed, and vaguely saw the pretty little redhead scrambling in the opposite direction as him up on the bed, and the big guy he'd seen earlier standing over him. Then he passed out, so drunk he could hardly breathe.

Draco didn't see the point in beating up an unconscious man, or in killing an unconscious man, so he decided to leave him for later. He turned to Ginny. The tears had already started like they always did when she was scared or surprised. She had been scooting away from Tom, but she ran out of bed space and fell heavily off of it and onto the floor. Draco sat next to her and took her onto his arms, leaning against the side of the bed and hastily replacing his wand into his coat pocket. She leaned into him gratefully and sobbed on his shoulder.

"Oh Draco, I'm so sorry, I thought he was you, he sounded just like you, or at least I think he did, oh I can't even remember…"

Draco made calming shushing noises while Ginny sobbed and shook from the shock of having a strange man on top of her. She couldn't believe what she was about to do with him.

"So I hear they had you drinking?" Draco asked with a small smile after she caught her breath, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yes, and I think they put vinegar in it to make it harder to drink, but I still beat all the boys," Ginny said proudly, beaming.

"That alcohol is really getting to you," Draco said, shaking his head.

"What?" Ginny sat up straight to look at him, "How could the alcohol get to me? Isn't it just a mixture of water and –"

"No, Gin, alcohol's what's in Fire Whiskey." Draco explained.

Ginny's eyes widened as she realized just what she had been drinking all night.

"That explains a lot," Ginny said, thinking about how the hallway had tilted when she was walking and how she could enjoy the muggle music and dancing.

"How are you feeling?" Draco asked, looking Ginny over with concern.

"Er – actually, I feel fine," Ginny answered truthfully. The strange dizzy feeling Ginny had experienced earlier had completely vanished.

"I can't stand it anymore!" Draco exclaimed, reaching forward to button up the top three buttons of Ginny's shirt that she didn't realize were undone.

"Let's go back to the house," Ginny said, remembering what she and Tom had recently been doing and not wanting to be there when he woke up. If he woke up, Ginny amended.

"That's a good idea," Draco agreed, standing up and pulling Ginny to her feet, "Where's your jacket, Gin?"

"Er –" Ginny said, looking around the bed and the surrounding floor, but it wasn't anywhere in sight. "I honestly can't remember."

Draco switched his own jacket from his shoulders to hers and threw a protective arm around her shoulders as they walked down the hallway toward the makeshift dance floor. As they passed the door that contained those playing the drinking games, one spoke to them.

"Found 'er, then?" he said.

"Yeah, thanks," Draco responded.

They shoved their way through the dancers and headed down the stairs. Harry and Cho were waiting for them in the front room.

"Ah, finally found her?" Harry said, "Took you long enough! We were about to take off."

"Sorry guys," Draco said, "Where's everyone else?"

"Left!" Cho said indignantly.

"Well, I guess we'd better go then," Harry said, turning toward the front door.

As they were walking across the street, Ginny distantly wondered how late it was. The darkness didn't really tell her much of anything. Then, out of nowhere, Ginny began to feel queasy and dizzy again. As they entered the house, Ginny leaned toward Draco and whispered into his ear.

"I think I'm going to be sick."

Without a pause, Draco led her away from everyone's questions and straight into their private bathroom. He helped her hold her hair while she retched into the toilet not once, but twice, then handed her a towel to wipe her face with. She brushed her teeth twice as well to get the taste out of her mouth.

"Feel better?" Draco asked.

"Yeah," she said as he wrapped his arms around her and held her to him.

"Ready for bed?" he asked.

There was no response.

"Gin?" he probed.

He loosened his grip on her and stepped back to see her face, but she was still leaning on him. He caught her before she had time to slide off of him. She was already asleep.

"Gin!" he tried again, but to no avail.

He swung her up into his arms. She was incredibly heavy when she wasn't bracing her weight against him. Suddenly the walk upstairs seemed a lot longer and more difficult.

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Whew! That was a long chapter to write! Well, review, everyone! By the way, if you guys have a good idea for something to happen in future chapters, let me know and if it's a cool idea you might just see it up here! If you don't, review anyway because you love me.

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