A/N:I have a few things to say before you read this chapter. Number 1 is sorry it took me a little long I've been waiting on Beta. Number 2 is Draco is drunk in this chapter and does not act like normal Draco so if you send me a flame because of this; screw you, because I know for a fact (from personal experience) that when a person is drunk they are confused and happy and act stupid so I don't want to hear that's not what DRACO would do or he's too OOC got it? Good now please R&R.
"It's about time." Ginny mumbled, when the doctors told her she could finally go home, after being in St. Mungo's for a whole three days.
"You haven't been here that long." Ron complained. "I mean when I was poisoned at Hogwarts in my sixth year; I was in the hospital wing for an entire week." He shook his head, disbelievingly at her. "Can you believe her?" He asked, turning to his friends who were standing in a circle around Ginny's hospital bed.
Harry laughed. "Well she does hate hospital's, and if I remember correctly; you were glad to be in the hospital wing because you didn't have classes."
Hermione glared at Ron. "Is that true?" She questioned.
Ron backed away from her. "Of course not, I couldn't wait until I could work on Professor Snape's stupid DADA work." He replied, trying to sound sincere, but failing.
She huffed and whirled away from him. "I can't believe you." She growled.
"Hermione!" Ron cried.
"No! I'm not talking to you." Ignoring Ron, she smiled to Ginny. "When you get out of here; are you coming back to my house, or are you going back to your own apartment."
Ginny pondered for a moment. "No, I think it's about time I went home. I know I only was with you for a couple of days, but I need a little time to myself to think for a while." She paused, as she recalled what Draco had said only a few days ago. "Yeah a lot to think about." She added quietly.
"You sure you'll be okay?" Harry asked, turning his back on the two arguing. "I mean you don't have to, I'm sure Hermione doesn't mind you staying with her."
Ginny nodded. "Yeah I'm sure."
"So how are you feeling?" Ron, acting like he hadn't heard the argument between him and Hermione, asked his sister.
"I'm feeling okay. I just want to go home now." Ginny whined. "I hate it here."
Hermione giggled. "Well here comes the nurse to sign you out."
Ginny sat up straight in her bed. "Thank the gods." She literally yanked the quill out of the witch's hand, and as quickly as possible signed the release papers. "Can I go now?" She said, already pulling the covers off.
The witch, who now looked disheveled, answered, "Yes."
Ginny let out a whoop, and jumped out of bed. "I think I've been here bloody long enough." She said, and ran for the door.
"Gin." Harry grabbed her arm before she got too much of a start on him. "Don't over do yourself; because you'll have to just get right back into that bed." He lectured.
Ginny smiled. "Please, if I'm not dying, you'll have to knock me out to get me back into that bed." She headed for the door again. "See you around Harry." And she waved to them all and as soon as she got out side, disapparated.
She pulled out her set of keys and opened the door happily.
"It's about damn time you got home." Draco growled with his words slurred.
She glanced over at the kitchen table to see him sitting slumped over in the chair. About 3 empty bottles of Fire whiskey in front of him, lying all over on the table. "What are you doing here?" She asked nervously, backing into the door.
Draco stood up gracefully and stumbled toward her. "I got the key from the Mudblood." He said thoughtfully, and started to examine the ceiling. "You've got a really nice apartment." He sighed, as he continued to stare at the ceiling.
"Hermione gave you the key?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "Why would she give you the key?"
He laughed. "Because I told her everything I felt about you; and that I think that we need to talk. She agreed, so she told me you would be coming home today. I think I'm babbling." He put a hand on her shoulder. "How come every time I went to see you in the hospital, you were asleep? Were you doing that on purpose?"
Ginny swallowed, feeling put on the spot; and seeing he was drunk. Decided with how much it looks like he had to drink, he probably won't remember whatever she said in the morning. "Yeah you're right, I did."
Draco frowned as he stared at his bare feet. "I took off my shoes." He said, and smiled up at her innocently. He stumbled forward onto the floor reaching out for his shoes and cuddled them to his body. "You wanna wear them?" He asked, holding them out to her.
She stared down at him curiously amused. "No thanks I have my own." She held them up for him to see.
He suddenly pounced on her shoes; and staring at them intently, started to take them off her feet.
Trying to push him off, she bent down. "What in the bloody hell are you doing?" She asked, stifling her giggles and grasping his hand to stop him.
He pursed his lips together in concentration. "I don't have any shoes on, so I figured you didn't need any. So I thought we could be shoeless together." Looking childish, he grinned up at her.
She laughed and kissed him full on the mouth. She felt her head swim as she tasted the fire whisky he had to drink not that long ago. He deepened the kiss, feeling the world spin more if it was possible and started to drag her to the floor.
"Draco." She moaned, and slid out from underneath him before she got caught too much into the moment and completely forgot what kind predicament they were in.
"Hmmm? What?" He asked, pulling himself off the floor disappointed.
"We shouldn't do this." She flopped onto the couch, and ran her hand over her face to catch her breath.
"Do what? Get laid? It's been months for me now, and it would sure be nice." He replied thoughtfully, dropping down beside her.
Suddenly Ginny put her head in her lap and begun to cry.
Draco eyes grew wide. He blinked as he watched her shoulders shake with fury. "Is something wrong?" He asked curiously, and put a hand on her back hoping to give her some comfort.
"Wrong?" Her voice was surprisingly loud. "How dare you ask me what's wrong." She spat bitterly, wiping away at the newly fallen tears. "You hurt me and you lied to me." She glared at him. "Then you sit beside my hospital bed, and tell me how much you love me. You have the nerve to ask me what's wrong?"
He examined the floor confused, but didn't say anything; just let her get whatever she had to say off of her chest.
"I've barely had time to think things over, with everyone crowded around my bed the whole time I was at the hospital. Finally after a couple of days I get to come home; only to find the person I needed to think about is sitting here drunk in my living room. Which makes it unable for me to get the moment's peace I need in order to decide how I feel about him. That's what in the bloody hell is wrong with me." She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed.
"Oh." He said, and frowned in deep thought. He laid his head in her lap. "If it makes you feel better I slept with your Mudblood, boy who lived, and your Weasleyish brother."
Ginny peered down at him. "What?"
"Well we didn't have sex, if that's what you're thinking." He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I would never sleep with Ron or Harry."
"What about Hermione?" She asked, for some odd reason feeling slightly more cheerful.
"Hmmm... Maybe, if she dropped the Mudblood part of her." He answered, grabbing hold of her hand and just playing with her fingers for something to do.
Ginny giggled.
"You should smile more often. You don't do it enough." Draco said seriously.
"What do you mean I don't smile often? I do when there's something to smile about. Which there hasn't been lately " She took her hand out of his grasp.
"I barely see you smile. I mean when we were at Hogwarts; you were always so sad and lonely looking, never smiling. I think that's the one thing I noticed about you, that's why I picked on you a lot, not just because you were a Weasley; but because seeing you angry was better then seeing you upset." He paused. "Well you did smile in my sixth year when you finally started to date Potter, and I must say it was gross to see you two frolicking in the corridors." He growled. "What did happen between you two?"
She sighed as she tried to recall everything. "Well I'm sure you know, as you seem to like to collect information. At the end of that year Harry broke up with me because he didn't want to see me get used against him by the Dark Lord. As much as I liked him I was relieved, because I was so afraid that me and him having a relationship, and that if something happened then things wouldn't be the same between him and Ron. I didn't want to get in the way of their friendship, so when we broke up I resumed my position as friend, and kept it that way and after a while of thinking of him as my brother; it was the only way I could think about him."
"He doesn't deserve you anyways." He grumbled, and hugged her.
"Neither do you. I need a man who understands and likes me for me. Not because of some bloody curse." She smirked at him.
"What you need right now is a drink." Draco stood up on unsteady legs. "I'll get it for you." He started for the kitchen. "Do you know you have a surprising large amount of Fire Whiskey in your cabinet?"
Ginny grabbed the remote to her muggle television, and began channel surfing. "Yeah it's Ron's, but don't worry; he doesn't need it. He left it here to hide it from Hermione because she doesn't approve of it."
Draco wobbled back into the room carrying a bottle and a shot glass. "I don't care anyways. If anyone needs a drink it's you." He set the bottle down on the table, and poured her the first shot. "Here you go love, drink up."
After a brief moment of deciding whether or not it would be good; She then concluded, why the hell not? She picked up the glass, and drained the contents. She sucked in a deep breath as she felt the burning sensation travel down her throat warming her stomach.
"Another one?" He asked, as he already held out a filled glass in front of her.
"Oh I don't know, it probably won't do any good for both of us to be drunk." She frowned, and picked up the glass and once more drained the contents.
Draco took her face in his hands. "Don't you remember what I said about smiling woman? I meant every word of it. If you don't, I am going to have to tickle you to death. I very much doubt if we'd both enjoy that. I happen to like you alive."
Her eyes began to swell with tears again. "Did you mean what you said at the hospital? Do you really love me?" She asked, and held her breath.
He studied her incredulously for a moment before answering. "Of course I did, Draco Malfoy never says something that isn't the truth."
They both busted up laughing. "That was a good one." Ginny said, wiping the tears, which were caused by laughing, from her eyes.
Draco grinned. "Yeah it was. Now drink up." He handed her a new glass full.
She tipped her head back and swallowed. "You know, we probably won't remember this in the morning." She handed him the glass, so he could once again fill it.
He smirked. "I'll be lucky if I remember my name in the morning with the way my head is most likely going to feel."
"Well then lets drink on." Ginny giggled, and downed another shot.
(Scene Change)
Draco groaned, as he tried to turn over in the bed to get in a comfortable position; only to find, he couldn't move at all. Opening his eyes, which took a considerable amount of effort, he reached around only to discover nothing but flesh under the covers; and it didn't feel like his own.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he pulled himself out of bed. He almost screamed when the headache hit him full blast. "Damn it." He mumbled, and forced himself to look around his surroundings.
This looked liked Ginny's bedroom in her apartment. His mind tried hard to concentrate on the warm colors clashing all around. Now that he found where he was, he wanted to know what was going on.
He felt a sudden chill of cold air all around; peering down he saw he was completely naked. He glanced over at the bed to see the sleeping figure of a red head.
He cautiously walked over to the bed and pulled the covers up to look under them. He suspicions turned out correct, she too was naked. "DAMN IT." He yelled, causing the red head to wake. "I got laid and I don't even remember." He kicked at wall.
"What is going on?" Ginny asked, and yelped when she saw Draco's nude form before her. She dashed back underneath the covers and threw them over her head.