Series: 31 Nights of Frights
Title: Witchy Woman Number One
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns Graham, J.K. owns Ginny
Summary: Halloween traditions meet Fic-for-all pairings.
Pairing: Graham Miller/Ginny Weasley (HP)
Words: 373
Summary 2: Speed dating, Halloween-style.

31 Nights of Frights
Witchy Woman Number One

This was the sort of thing Forrest and Riley would have used as blackmail against him to get out of latrine duty for months. Truth was, while everyone thought that Graham Miller would have no trouble with the ladies, he did. Now, he had no problem talking to girls like Ri sometimes had. He could hold a conversation no problem. It was actually finding the free time to go hang out with one that was the problem. Between classes, hunting and sleeping, there wasn't much time to go out there and meet a girl. So when he heard about the Halloween Speed-dating thing, he figured there would be no problem finding a girl there who had his same problem.

So he signed up with high hopes of meeting at least one girl. Of course that meant he'd have to find a coustume to wear. Sunnydale had earned a rep a few years back for a costuming issue, so he's opted to dress up in a preppy polo shirt, his dress khackis, and tied one of Riley's sweaters around his shoulders. How bad could dressing up like a Ken doll be? Of course, his first girl, a freckled red-head in a black dress and witch's hat, didn't get it.

"Hullo, I'm Ginny," she smiled brightly at him stretching her hand out to him.

"I'm Graham. Love your costume," Graham flashed her his brightest smile, and the girl just stared at him as if she'd had no clue about it.

"Costume?"

"Yeah, you're dressed up as a witch."

"Oh! Oh, yes. Bloody hell, of course, I'm dressed up as a witch," Ginny frowned at him, "And you're dressed up as a - a- what are you dressed up as, exactly? You look like every mug - man. Just like every other man I've seen."

"I'm a Ken doll. You know, like Barbie and Ken."

"Right, of course."

The bell rang then, and Graham checked his watch. It hadn't been five minutes. A thin blonde man jabbed at him, sneering down at him.

"Move, now."

"Draco," Ginny hissed. "Go back to your table. I've still got four minutes with him."

"Do you two know each other?" Graham frowned.

"Unfortunately," they both snapped, glaring at each other.