Here is the last part of "Too Close for Comfort". I hope it's not too OOC, and a not too lame ending. I also hope that you all enjoyed this story!
I know I'll definitely write D/G fic more often.
It had been nearly six months since her encounter with Draco. Enough time for Ginny to think about what happened, to come to an conclusion. The problem was, that she couldn't stop thinking about it. All she realised was that she didn't want that first time to be their last time. She also realised that it was definitely not love where the piece of hate towards him was replaced with. She would never be able to love him, only lust after him. And that was bad enough.
Seasons had changed, from fall into winter into spring. For the first time in months, the sun had appeared from behind a pile of clouds and the flowers had begun to grow.
Her mood was crappy -not because of the weather change, she loved the sun- which ment she was sexually frustrated again.
One day, she walked into a hotel, a much nicer hotel than the other one had been.
Different place, different time, different weather conditions.
And yet, there he was.
He was unable to miss. She walked towards his back and watching from a small distance.
"You'd better watch out," she suddenly said to the woman behind the desk, "before you know it, he has fled without returning the room key. He too easy, so likes to leave that to other people."
"Look who's there, it's the Weasley-girl again," he said when he turned around to look who made that comment, although he had probably regocnized her voice before he had turned around. His eyes were strongly focussed on her.
"What are you doing here?" he seemed genuinely surprised, "you want to stay here? You can't pay this! You can't even pay a cup of tea in the restaurant!"
"Well...I got something that they call 'promotion', but that's never something you'll never get, Malfoy. No matter what kind of job you have."
"Believe me Weasley, I don't even have to work to have enough money."
Ginny wished she'd kept her mouth shut, and therefore she was happy to hear Draco change the subject.
"Did you track me down or something?" he asked suspicously.
"No, I'd never do that, I believe this is what they call coincidence."
"You never know with all those mad reporter-skills," he shrugged, "well, it seems like even a Weasley cannot resist my charms after all," he said with something that could have passed for a smile.
She could've made a snarky comment, with the clear intension of irritating him, but the corners of her mouth decided to defy gravity and she smiled instead. She couldn't help it, he was such a prick but at the same time he could be kinda charming.
"Well, I guess so," she said ironically. She had to say at least something, right?
Draco raised his eyebrows, he hadn't expect her to 'admit'.
"It has been a long time," he noticed.
She understood that, 'with a long time', he hadn't ment their night together. He had ment sex in general. And yes, that had been a long time for her. Almost six months. She guessed it was the same for him.
Ginny nodded, "it has."
His eyes lit up for a second for a reason she didn't understand. He turned to the woman of the hotel again.
"Would it be possible to change from a single room to a double room?" he asked with a slight smile on his face.
Ginny realised what he was doing and she smiled to herself. Tonight there was no way that she was going to be bored.
