Four word prompt: Don't Be Fucking Rude
Pairing: Drinny
Rating: T
Ginny gave herself one more look over as she stood in front of her mirror. She had on an shiny sequined green dress that hugged her every curve, and left her back out.
She couldn't help but admire the woman that was looking back at her. She had came a long way from growing up wearing boys hand me downs and having hardly any money to buy a chocolate frog with, to now being a world renowned chaser for the Holyhead Harpies and making more than enough money to support herself as well and making sure her parents were comfortable.
And now she was attending a gala in honor of her and her five years of faithful playing. She couldn't be more proud of herself.
"Are you done yet? Damn you women take forever to get ready," came a voice from her doorway.
Ginny looked over and rolled her eyes. Draco stood leaning against the doorsill, trying to hide the fact that she looked positively tempting in her dress.
"You can talk," scoffed Ginny. "You spend more time in the bathroom with your hair than any witch spends in a salon."
"It takes time to look this good if I do say so myself. You like it."
Ginny ignored his arrogance. "How do I look?" she asked, spinning around once slowly.
"Better than the Yule Ball."
"Don't be fucking rude," said Ginny, throwing a wad of material at Draco's face.
Draco swiftly caught the material in his hands, his seeker skills still very much acute. He opened up the was to reveal green and lacy panties.
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
"I'm not gonna wear those tonight if that answers your question." said Ginny with a wink.
"Ah. Well in that case, said Draco as he laced his arms around Ginny and pulled her close to his body, "I'd say you looked overdressed for this event."
"Draco, we only have ten minutes to get there," moaned Ginny, as Draco's lips explored her neck.
"That's what quickies are for, love." said Draco, lifting up Ginny's dress to her waist and his lips claimed hers.