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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Ginny
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,513
Reviews:
4
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Currently Reading:
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Part I
“MERLINS LEFT TESTICLE ”
“Language Nymphadora.”
Tonks whirled around prepared to lecture Remus yet again on the vile punishments that awaited him if he dare utter that name again, and her jaw dropped. He was leaning casually in the doorway, wearing only a towel which was hanging dangerously low on his hips.
“Uhhh...w..well....the...burnt soup is pea..I mean...pea burnt...I mean..oh fuck it.” and she pounced on him.
* * *
“As much as I love having a snog fest with the worlds most sexiest witch covered in burnt pea soup, aren’t you supposed to be at Ginny’s house?”
“Ginny who?”
“Nympha...” he was cut off by her hand covering his mouth.
A sigh, “Weasley, I know. And I’m not the sexiest witch in the world.”
Remus gently pried off Tonks hand and pressed the knuckles against his lips with his left hand. “You are, if I say you are, love.” bringing his free hand he brought her face down close to his, “and Nymphadora Tonks I say you are.”
Part II
“GINNY ” yelled a worried feminine voice, banging on the door.
Ginny moaned her aching body sinking further into the soft mattresses, twisting her head to the right, her clock winked TIME TO GET UP LAZY – 5:00 P.M. “Bugger off.” she weakly rasped.
“GINNY IF YOU DON’T OPEN UP THIS DOOR, I’LL BUST IT DOWN ”
This assessment was most likely true, of course Tonks busting down your door could result in the entire apartment building collapsing but wouldn’t that be a jolly fun way to start your day?
Deciding that trying to explain the whole scenario to the not-so-kindly landlady; Ms. Dumstrey wouldn’t exactly brighten her day, she got up and moved slowly towards the door, cursing Tonks, Ms. Dumstrey, Alarm Clocks given by one Hermione Granger, and Draco fucking Malfoy. Just when she had gotten to a rather interesting part involving a sandwich bag, a lot of duct tape a butchers knife, a blender and quite a few buttons her door blew in, throwing her back against the wall. Feeling a drop of blood trickle it’s way down her damp cheek she groaned.
She hated mornings that weren’t really mornings.
Part III
Draco stared moodily into the fire, he was pissed. At a lot of things actually, Lester for one, the currently empty bottle of Firewhiskey and the other two, smashed into pieces by the fireplace. Oh, and of course, him fucking that slag.
It wasn’t because she was ugly, because she had that certain lowly charm that could probably ensnare a Longbottom or a Creevey, it was because she was a god damn effing Weasley.
Weasley.
His fathers sworn enemy.
Losers.
Pathetic excuses for Wizards and Witches.
Waste of magic.
Disgrace to the Pureblood Society.
The village idiots.
Potter, Granger, Lovegood, and the rest, he hated them all, but the Weasleys he loathed with every iota in his body. His father had ingrained it into him ever since he was born, one time his father had smiled and nodded his approval when at eight years of age Draco was throwing rocks at Weasels in the backyard to pass the time.
He knew he was a bit of a snob, but he was the sole inheritor to the Malfoy Fortune and Business, he had a lot on his plate on top of which Lester and he were currently trying to find out all the information they could about a particular Order, which fought against He-who-must-not-be-named. The Dark Lord had disappeared during the final battle, none of his followers knew where he was, it seemed as though he had vanished.
He couldn’t have died.
He was above such mortal fancies.
He wasn’t supposed to be thinking like this, he was supposed to be sloshed out of his mind, preferably unconscious with drool hanging out the corner of his mouth, and a great big splash of spilt Firewhiskey on his shirt.
Actually he pondered he was most definitely sloshed, imagine a high-standing respectable wizard such as himself with a Firewhiskey stain on his front and slobber hanging out his mouth, why it was unthinkable of course. It was the behavior of a Weasley.
Stupid Weasleys.
He looked at the empty bottle and wondered why in Merlins name couldn’t it refill just as he wished it to.
Whipping out his wand he concentrated on the bottle in front of him, slurring out random drivel that sounded like complete and logical spell casting to him, he swished and did a little twirl and...BOOM Glass flew everywhere, seekers instincts kicking in, he artfully dodged the larger pieces while a few smaller ones embedding themselves into his cheeks and neck.
Stupid fucking Weasleys.
Part IV
Tonks had left after a few hours of mindless chatter assured that Ginny wasn’t going to go into hysterics and jump out the window in her underwear, or without. Ginny smiled as she shut the door, Tonks was a good friend, she could make you feel better when you didn’t even know you were sad to begin with. Of course Ginny knew she was sad, but all the same she wasn’t quite sure why she was sad.
I mean it was Malfoy.
Yummy, yummy bad boy Malfoy.
So she was sexually attracted to him, so what? She started pacing the floor, her feet worrying the almost thread-bare carpet. It wasn’t like every single heterosexual girl didn’t want to jump his bones, and quite a few boys too.
Come to think of it the Giant Squid seemed to be showing off an awful lot during her sixth year when he went out for Quidditch practice. Laughing softly she remembered how focused he seemed flying, his eyes were cool, patient, determined and crazed. His reflexes were good but his speed just couldn’t compare to Harry.
Not of course that she spent much time looking at either boy, well..sort of. She only watched Harry for some pointers in flying, and honestly for some love-deprived boy who didn’t have one full square meal during the Summer Holidays he had one hell of a body.
But he had nothing on Draco. It wasn’t just his body, but his confidence, his sensuality and his oh-so-forbidden aura that drew many a girl to him. Of course his beautifully sculpted bottom helped, a lot. Ginny slapped herself self-consciously here she was playing up her fantasy of Hogwarts Bad Boy, and Bastard Extraordanaire and she seemed to lose sight of the fact that she should be very, very angry at this acclaimed Sex God.
Angry mode, initialized. Prepare for launch sequence, 3...2...
“That BASTARD! These are NOT just bug bites!!!”
Part V
A scream erupted from Ginny as she suddenly realized at 10:24 P.M. in her bed exactly why she was so not-angry at Draco Ferret Boy Malfoy.
Ginny Weasley had a crush.
“FUCK!”
A/N Felt like adding some R/T fluff. Looking for a beta. R&R please.
Part I
“MERLINS LEFT TESTICLE ”
“Language Nymphadora.”
Tonks whirled around prepared to lecture Remus yet again on the vile punishments that awaited him if he dare utter that name again, and her jaw dropped. He was leaning casually in the doorway, wearing only a towel which was hanging dangerously low on his hips.
“Uhhh...w..well....the...burnt soup is pea..I mean...pea burnt...I mean..oh fuck it.” and she pounced on him.
* * *
“As much as I love having a snog fest with the worlds most sexiest witch covered in burnt pea soup, aren’t you supposed to be at Ginny’s house?”
“Ginny who?”
“Nympha...” he was cut off by her hand covering his mouth.
A sigh, “Weasley, I know. And I’m not the sexiest witch in the world.”
Remus gently pried off Tonks hand and pressed the knuckles against his lips with his left hand. “You are, if I say you are, love.” bringing his free hand he brought her face down close to his, “and Nymphadora Tonks I say you are.”
Part II
“GINNY ” yelled a worried feminine voice, banging on the door.
Ginny moaned her aching body sinking further into the soft mattresses, twisting her head to the right, her clock winked TIME TO GET UP LAZY – 5:00 P.M. “Bugger off.” she weakly rasped.
“GINNY IF YOU DON’T OPEN UP THIS DOOR, I’LL BUST IT DOWN ”
This assessment was most likely true, of course Tonks busting down your door could result in the entire apartment building collapsing but wouldn’t that be a jolly fun way to start your day?
Deciding that trying to explain the whole scenario to the not-so-kindly landlady; Ms. Dumstrey wouldn’t exactly brighten her day, she got up and moved slowly towards the door, cursing Tonks, Ms. Dumstrey, Alarm Clocks given by one Hermione Granger, and Draco fucking Malfoy. Just when she had gotten to a rather interesting part involving a sandwich bag, a lot of duct tape a butchers knife, a blender and quite a few buttons her door blew in, throwing her back against the wall. Feeling a drop of blood trickle it’s way down her damp cheek she groaned.
She hated mornings that weren’t really mornings.
Part III
Draco stared moodily into the fire, he was pissed. At a lot of things actually, Lester for one, the currently empty bottle of Firewhiskey and the other two, smashed into pieces by the fireplace. Oh, and of course, him fucking that slag.
It wasn’t because she was ugly, because she had that certain lowly charm that could probably ensnare a Longbottom or a Creevey, it was because she was a god damn effing Weasley.
Weasley.
His fathers sworn enemy.
Losers.
Pathetic excuses for Wizards and Witches.
Waste of magic.
Disgrace to the Pureblood Society.
The village idiots.
Potter, Granger, Lovegood, and the rest, he hated them all, but the Weasleys he loathed with every iota in his body. His father had ingrained it into him ever since he was born, one time his father had smiled and nodded his approval when at eight years of age Draco was throwing rocks at Weasels in the backyard to pass the time.
He knew he was a bit of a snob, but he was the sole inheritor to the Malfoy Fortune and Business, he had a lot on his plate on top of which Lester and he were currently trying to find out all the information they could about a particular Order, which fought against He-who-must-not-be-named. The Dark Lord had disappeared during the final battle, none of his followers knew where he was, it seemed as though he had vanished.
He couldn’t have died.
He was above such mortal fancies.
He wasn’t supposed to be thinking like this, he was supposed to be sloshed out of his mind, preferably unconscious with drool hanging out the corner of his mouth, and a great big splash of spilt Firewhiskey on his shirt.
Actually he pondered he was most definitely sloshed, imagine a high-standing respectable wizard such as himself with a Firewhiskey stain on his front and slobber hanging out his mouth, why it was unthinkable of course. It was the behavior of a Weasley.
Stupid Weasleys.
He looked at the empty bottle and wondered why in Merlins name couldn’t it refill just as he wished it to.
Whipping out his wand he concentrated on the bottle in front of him, slurring out random drivel that sounded like complete and logical spell casting to him, he swished and did a little twirl and...BOOM Glass flew everywhere, seekers instincts kicking in, he artfully dodged the larger pieces while a few smaller ones embedding themselves into his cheeks and neck.
Stupid fucking Weasleys.
Part IV
Tonks had left after a few hours of mindless chatter assured that Ginny wasn’t going to go into hysterics and jump out the window in her underwear, or without. Ginny smiled as she shut the door, Tonks was a good friend, she could make you feel better when you didn’t even know you were sad to begin with. Of course Ginny knew she was sad, but all the same she wasn’t quite sure why she was sad.
I mean it was Malfoy.
Yummy, yummy bad boy Malfoy.
So she was sexually attracted to him, so what? She started pacing the floor, her feet worrying the almost thread-bare carpet. It wasn’t like every single heterosexual girl didn’t want to jump his bones, and quite a few boys too.
Come to think of it the Giant Squid seemed to be showing off an awful lot during her sixth year when he went out for Quidditch practice. Laughing softly she remembered how focused he seemed flying, his eyes were cool, patient, determined and crazed. His reflexes were good but his speed just couldn’t compare to Harry.
Not of course that she spent much time looking at either boy, well..sort of. She only watched Harry for some pointers in flying, and honestly for some love-deprived boy who didn’t have one full square meal during the Summer Holidays he had one hell of a body.
But he had nothing on Draco. It wasn’t just his body, but his confidence, his sensuality and his oh-so-forbidden aura that drew many a girl to him. Of course his beautifully sculpted bottom helped, a lot. Ginny slapped herself self-consciously here she was playing up her fantasy of Hogwarts Bad Boy, and Bastard Extraordanaire and she seemed to lose sight of the fact that she should be very, very angry at this acclaimed Sex God.
Angry mode, initialized. Prepare for launch sequence, 3...2...
“That BASTARD! These are NOT just bug bites!!!”
Part V
A scream erupted from Ginny as she suddenly realized at 10:24 P.M. in her bed exactly why she was so not-angry at Draco Ferret Boy Malfoy.
Ginny Weasley had a crush.
“FUCK!”
A/N Felt like adding some R/T fluff. Looking for a beta. R&R please.