What Happened to Ginny

Chapter 12
Dance, Drink, Shag

A/N: My muse is simple girl. All she likes are plot bunnies and reviews. So be kind to Maggie and feed her review cookies please. Big thanks to my beta Lbandoly for her hard work.

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Finally her day was getting better. A handful of other people joined their little group in the secluded corner on the balcony level. The conversation flowed through easy topics that had absolutely nothing to do with blood feuds, Daily Prophet articles, or possible relationships.

Ginny lost count of how many drinks she had downed or how much time passed. Instead she focused on the satisfying burn left in the wake of the Old Ogden’s finest and the feel of Draco’s hands against her skin. She had danced a few times with Draco, sometimes just flitting through the crowd on the dance floor with others, and even once with Theo.

“Red lets get up and dance.”

Ginny shifts in his lap so she can look at him. “Red?”

He gave her his classic smirk. “What you don’t like it?”

“It’s not so bad coming from you.”

“Well do you want to dance or not?”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the plush seat as she got up. “Yes lets.”

On the floor the two swayed against one another. The music of the evening wasn’t anything like the trance-like sounds from the night before. It was darker, more brutal; deep and dark with hints of classical melodies woven into it. She had never heard anything like it. “Draco, do you know the song that’s playing?”

He let his mind slip into the music for a moment focusing on the song and the ethereal voice of the singer. “Gothic Sanctuary. It’s by a muggle group, Dark Night. No it’s Death Wish. No, that’s not right either. Oh bugger I can’t remember. Luna will know, ask her.”

She liked it. It suited her ill mood left in the wake of the confrontations with her brother and mum. “I like it. I might venture to say it is better than anything played last night.”

She looped her arms around his neck, drawing herself close to his body. She had come to really enjoy the feeling of him against her and in her for that matter. A slight blush colored her cheeks at the thought of the night before. Thankfully if he noticed it, he didn’t bring it up, but rather opted to continue the conversation on the current music.

“Oh yeah, you haven’t hung around enough to know about the difference in music. Fridays are more bouncy annoying songs. Good for sex but not much else. Saturdays are Gothic to the core. Sexy if you happen to be the type person who walks around with a perpetual scowl harboring a death wish.”

Basically Saturdays fit her mood that she had carried for the past month. “And Sunday’s?”

“An annoying mix of the two; it’s perfectly wretched if you ask me.”

“Good thing I asked then.” She obviously hadn’t drunk enough because the conversation with her mother kept slipping back into her mind. Haunting her.

“You okay. You seem a bit lost in thought for someone that is supposed to be having fun.”

She shook the thoughts from her mind. “Yeah. Let’s go back up. I think I need something to drink.”

He grabbed her hand and steered her off the floor and back up to the loft area. She dropped onto the sofa next to him and grabbed the bottle of Old Ogden’s, not even bothering to fill a glass, instead drinking straight from the bottle.

It seemed like hours later that her previously missing best friend finally showed face.

“Geez Gin, your getting trashed before I can even wake up. Interesting since I didn’t figure I would see you till tomorrow evening sometime when I planned to run by your flat to pick up my things.”

Ginny raised the bottle to Luna in a mock salute. “I’ve been here for houses.” She burst out laughing at her misspeak. “Hours, I’ve been here for hours. Draco was kind enough to point out I’m crazy in the street. Then he let me tag on in with him so I wouldn’t have to wait in that wretched line.”

Blaise started laughing as he took a seat, Luna seating herself on his lap. “Draco, kind? I don’t think I’ve ever heard those two words in the same sentence before. Just how many have you had pet?”

Ginny held up an empty bottle of Old Ogden’s Firewhisky and a second bottle, mostly full, in the other. “This much.”

Blaise and Luna both looked at her in shock. “Dear god woman you didn’t drink that much all of last night.”

“Nope, but my face wasn’t all over the Daily Prophet yesterday.” She stopped taking a long drink from her current glass of Jack Daniels. “You know I really should be used to it by now, considering the last month.”

Luna gave her friend a confused look. “Face all over the Prophet? Am I missing something?”

“Only the lovely half page picture of Draco and I walking down Diagon Alley at four in the morning. It had a lovely little subtitle too: ‘Feuding Family’s Children Involved in Romantic Trist?’ Someone, no source credited of course, not only took a picture of us in the middle of the night but told the entire wizarding world about the blood feud too.”

“Rita Skeeter?”

“No, thank Merlin. That was the first thing I checked. I didn’t notice the name.”

“Some upstart freelance most likely. Someone thinking they could get a byline to get there foot in the door.” Luna’s father being none other than the editor of the Quibbler she knew very well how the system worked. “I take it your parents know about the blood feud.”

“Yeah and Dad even seemed like he was okay about it. But mum, oh don’t even get me started on mum.”

“She didn’t take the feud thing well then?”

“Oh no, she didn’t even mention that. It was the company I’m keeping that she was railing on about.” Ginny was starting to sober up a bit too much for her likening thanks to the topic of conversation. “I need to dance. Draco, are you coming?”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Coming?”

“Yes. Are you coming to dance with me?”

“Depends on what sort of dancing you’re up for.”

She leaned in closer to him and whispered in his ear. “I’m up for all kinds of dancing. But I’m particularly in the mood for the kind that involves no cloths and a bed.”

“You’re a forward little witch tonight aren’t you?”

“It’s the alcohol talking.”

“I don’t think so.” His voice was husky and thick in her ear. “I think you really do want me. You liked the taste I gave you last night.”

“Maybe I did.”

“Admit it Ginny and I’ll take you home now to give you the full show.”

She gave him a saucy grin. “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.”

“Say it woman or I’ll portkey your drunken ass home and leave you high and dry.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I? After all I’m a Slytherin. There isn’t much we won’t do pet.”

“Even giving up a willing partner in your bed?”

“You still haven’t given the proper answer to my question. I don’t know if you’re a willing shag or not.”

She slipped her left hand up his leg, right up and over his thigh, cupping his caged hardness in her hand. She gave a squeeze through the wool of his pants not caring who amongst their group might be watching their quiet interaction. “Does that answer your question?”

He was hard as a rock for her. God. “I still wanna hear you say it.”

She leaned in so close her lips grazed his ear. “Fine then. Yes I liked it. I’ve never felt anything like it. Quite a feat for a formerly married woman, wouldn’t you say? Now take me somewhere and fuck me till neither of us can get up and walk.”

He shivered at the feel of her warm breath on his neck as she spoke. “Your wish is my command.” He rose from his seat, pulling her with him. “Ladies, rest of you, we’ll not be seeing you later.” He turned to leave. “Oh and Blaise, if you see Goyle tell him Ginny’s always welcome. Crabbe didn’t seem too pleased with the idea.”

Blaise lifted his head from Luna’s shoulder. “Sure thing. You two go have fun.” He watched them retreat away. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He called over the noise to them as they left.