Gin Bramble by Silver

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 05/11/2004
Last Updated: 05/11/2004
Status: Completed

No, it does not always have to be a Mai Tai for Draco Malfoy... tonight, it is Gin Bramble.




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Gin Bramble

**Recipe for Gin Bramble**

It was a posh bar, naturally. Draco Malfoy could not possibly get his drinks in a bar whose
reputation did not meet the near-unattainable standards he had set up for his lifestyle long ago.
The atmosphere in ‘Le Corbeau’ was permeated with exclusivity and the kind of understated elegance
that Draco had adopted for his own appearance lately, after successfully conquering the childish
desire for lavish décor and opulence.

His lips curled in distaste as he recalled the outfit he had been wearing on his last visit.
Anyone else dressed in such an affront to the eyes that his clothes had been then would have been
cursed into next week at the entrance already, but the Malfoy name still counted for something and
inspired the awe it deserved.

Lazily, Draco swept his gaze over the room, registering a few familiar faces, but not bothering
to acknowledge them, let alone answer their indications of greeting.

**Ingredients**

*Same clientele as usual,* he thought with an inward sigh of ennui. *I wish an*
inconnu *would appear and put an end to this bloody tedious routine.*

Right on cue (as if even the universe had chosen to obey Draco Malfoy’s wishes – he smiled
smugly at the thought), the door that linked the entrance hall with the main room where Draco was
standing at the bar, opened and admitted a woman.

Heads turned instantly and the newcomer found herself being stared at by twenty people with more
or less concealed expressions of surprise mingled with curiosity on their faces.

It was not because she was new there (although she was), it was not because she was beautiful
(although she was that, too) – the reason for the general astonishment was the simple fact that
this unknown woman had entered alone. Women did not enter ‘Le Corbeau’ by themselves. Never. This
unwritten rule presented itself as dogmatic – no explanation had ever been given and no-one had
ever asked for it, just as they would not ask to have their whisky put into a martini-glass. This
woman, however, looked capable of it. With graceful and confident steps, she crossed the room and
sat down on a bar stool, her light-green dress draping itself flatteringly around her slender
legs.

**2,5 cl of freshly pressed lime juice**

Draco’s interest was piqued. He observed her closely, realizing that her hair, which had seemed
dark-brown in the dim light of the room was, in fact, red.

**2,5 cl of crème de mure**

He had convinced himself long ago that he had never had a foible for redheads, preferring dark
hair and olive skin, but something in the back of his mind refused to let him look away now.
Instead, he found himself approaching the woman slowly, ever wondering what the hell he was doing.
It was not his style to chat up women in a bar like an ordinary bloke, even if the bar was as
upscale as this one and the woman as attractive.

An almost imperceptible movement of her head sent a trace of her perfume towards him. Draco
inhaled the sweet scent with semi-closed eyes and decided that he liked it.

**1,25 cl of sugar syrup**

His eyes slid over her, evaluating. She had glorious, shiny hair that curled softly past her
shoulders and fair skin with golden freckles that simply invited kissing. Her slender body was
highlighted by the smooth green dress that fit into the surroundings perfectly, being of the same
simple elegance that signified not only excellent taste but also considerable wealth.

**Put the gin, the lime juice and the sugar syrup in a shaker with ice cubes. Shake well, then
sieve into a sling-glass.**

Draco’s decision was made. This woman was going to be his. A lazy smile appeared on his
features, the kind of which he was convinced it made him irresistible and just as he was about to
infuse his voice with the right amount of suavity, nonchalance and charm, the woman turned her head
and looked straight into his eyes.

**Add crushed ice.**

The air around Draco seemed to have become chillier from one second to another. He knew those
eyes well – so well, in fact, that his attempts to forget them during the last four years had been
without a trace of success. The coldness of those eyes should have made him freeze, but he was so
taken by surprise that he made the next move reflexively.

**Pour in the crème de mure carefully until it settles down on the bottom of the glass.**

Slowly, unthinkingly, he stretched out his right hand to touch her cheek, his whole being
yearning for the contact that had been denied to him for the past few years, the contact with the
skin whose softness had had imagined in countless nights without sleep…

His fingers never even got close.

Ginny was on her feet in an instant, turning on her heel and exiting the bar so swiftly that
Draco realized only precious seconds later that she was gone.

**Garnish with a slice of lemon and a fresh brambleberry.**

Numbly, his gaze wandered over to the light red cocktail she had left unfinished. Draco took the
brambleberry gingerly and touched its surface lightly before making a sudden decision and putting
it resolutely into his mouth. Throwing a quick glance at the exit, he felt his confidence renew
itself. She would come again. They both had a drink to finish – and other things too, perhaps.



