Drunk

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Author\'s Note: I couldn\'t resist doing this one. I\'m in the process of writing a few others and will post them soon. A sequel to this one is up to the reviews I get!


Ginny was tired. It had been a long day, and the only thing that kept her going was that it was almost the weekend. She was sick of everyone harping on about how she had dumped Harry. \'But didn\'t you love him, Ginny?\' NO. She had been over him for a while by the time he asked her out. She didn\'t know why she even agreed. He was more a brother than anything else. But she\'d tried for a few weeks, to no avail. And did he really have to look so heartbroken? Pushing those thoughts away, she slipped out of her dorm after the other girls fell asleep. She made her way down to the lake silently, and pulled the bottle of firewhiskey from her robes. Ducking under a weeping willow, she opened the bottle and took a long swig. It burned down her throat and into her stomach, and she was very grateful the stuff worked so fast. It was good being a witch. After a few more swigs, she pulled out her cigarette case and produced a little flame to light one. A couple puffs later, and someone pulled the branches back. She stiffened, not wanting to be caught with alcohol by a teacher, but the moonlight illuminated none other than the face of Draco Malfoy. She glanced at him warily, but he didn\'t seem like he was looking for a fight.

\"Have another one of those?\" He asked without a trace of his usual sneer. She nodded, handing him one and the bottle with it. He shot her a grateful look and sat next to her, lighting the cigarette and taking a long swallow off the firewhiskey. She saw the familiar glazed look settle over his expression after a couple more swallows, and felt on steadier ground now that he was on his way to getting smashed too.

\"Nice, huh?\" She asked as he handed the bottle back. She took another few drinks, feeling the alcohol rush through her, then handed it to him again.

\"Numb and fuzzy.\" He said, and of all the things she never expected him to say, that just about topped the list. She agreed with him wholeheartedly though. They drank in silence for a while, and pretty soon they were both wasted.

\"You know, Virginia,\" he said, slurring slightly, \"You\'re nowhere near as insufferable as your brother.\" For some reason that made her burst out laughing.

\"And you\'re much more intellmigent than your cronies.\" She replied, trying to figure out how that sentence had gone wrong. He laughed, taking another drink.

\"They aren\'t that bright, are they? But still, their company is better than...ughhh.\" He said with a shiver.

\"Better than what?\" She asked curiously, as he wondered how to describe the absolute revulsion and horror this subject caused him.

\"Do you ever notice the Slytherin girls?\" He asked, and she nodded slightly. \"Do you know Pansy?\" He said the name like it was something foul, which in his eyes it was.

\"Ooooooh yeah, I know who you\'re talking about. That girl needs her face rearranged.\" She said with a giggle.

\"Exactly. And she\'s always trying to drool on me. Literally. It\'s disgusting.\" He slurred, and she looked thoughtful.

\"Just her? Or girls in general?\" She hoped the desire she was suddenly feeling wasn\'t evident in her voice.

\"Just her. And a few other select individuals. It would be like inter-species breeding.\" He made a gagging noise. \"Other girls are fine, but why do most of them have to be so stupid?\"

\"Hey!\" She said, sitting up straighter. He grinned.

\"Not you.\" He said, glancing at her and trying to quell the desire coursing through him. \"You don\'t seem stupid at all, just drunk. But hell, so am I.\" He said taking the last drink. \"We need more alcohol.\"

\"Yeah.\" She said thoughtfully. \"But that was my last bottle and I\'m out of cigarettes too.\"

\"I have some of both in my room. Wanna go?\" He stood, wobbling slightly and holding out his hand.

\"Yeah, more alcohol sounds good.\" She took his hand and tried to ignore the electric shock that ran through her body. \"What about your dorm mates though?\" She realized her hand was still in his as they made their way up the castle lawn.

\"I\'m Head Boy, remember? I have my own room.\"

\"Must be nice,\" she said wistfully.

\"You can use it if you want,\" he said, sounding as if he were making a huge decision. \"You have to want to get away from that brother of yours sometimes.\" She supposed she should have been shocked, but she was simply drunk and pleased.

\"You have no idea. He\'s the biggest git I know. He won\'t leave me alone because I dumped Harry \"I\'m Perfect\" Potter. Well, forgive me if I don\'t fall at the feet of The Boy Who Is Bloody Boring.\" She said sarcastically, and Draco started laughing.

\"It seems we have more in common than we thought.\" He said as they approached the castle and snuck in the doors. Somehow they made it to his room in one peice and without being caught. He wouldn\'t get in trouble for being out so late, but she would. She fell onto the couch in front of the fireplace, and started a fire while he tapped a wall with his wand. A cubbyhole appeared, and he pulled out a two packs of cigarettes and a bottle of firewhiskey. He sat next to her and placed on pack in her pockehen hen opened the other.

\"What are those for?\" She questioned.

\"For you for later. I have plenty, I just didn\'t have them on me earlier.\" He said, opening the bottle.

\"Oh. Thanks.\" The drank in silence for a while, and by the time they almost finished off the second bottle, they were giggling and completely trashed.

\"You know,\" he said mock-thoughtfully, \"I don\'t know why you ever went out with that Potter git, Virginia. He\'s not that cute. You could do much better. He seems like a prude anyway.\" Ginny giggled.

\"He is.\"

\"What? A prude? Do tell.\" He said, leaning towards her and wobbling a bit. Another bolt of desire coursed through her, but she stamped it down as best she could. There was no way he liked her like that.

\"Well...See, I never really wanted to go out with him when he asked me, but I figured I\'d give it a shot. Later that night he gave me a goodnight \'kiss\', and I tried to really kiss him, ya know? Just to see if it was at all like I had imagined it to be when I was younger. But there was no fire, no heat, no passion at all. When I tried to deepen the kiss, he jumped away and...\" She trailed of into laughter at the very thought of that night. Draco looked severly amused at this point, and she was laughing so hard she tipped over into his lap. Neither of them seemed to mind though, so she flipped over onto her back and laid her head in his lap while he played with her hair.

\"And?\"

\"He jumped back and said \'Ginny, what are you doing?? Was that your tongue??\' and I almost died right there. I barely stopped myself from laughing in his face. It was sad. Really, really sad.\" She said as Draco laughed hysterically.

\"Are you serious?\" He choked out before laughing again when she nodded. \"Oh gods, I knew Potter was pathetic, but that tops the cake. How lame can you get?\"

\"I don\'t know.\" She giggled and lit another cigarette. \"It wasn\'t at all like I had thought. I mean, he\'s seventeen for the love of Circe. I thought surely he knew how to kiss of all things.\"

\"No shit.\" He laughed.

\"And thanks to you I had to listen to him bitch for the last to weeks.\" She said, glaring at him before grinning.

\"What? Why?\"

\"Oh, don\'t tell me you don\'t remember. You caught the snitch and he was positively livid! He swore you\'d cheated, but I watched the dive in slow motion on my omninoculars later and you didn\'t. You just flew better.\" She said with a smile. \"Actually I thought it was great. It was about time someone humbled the great Harry Potter.\" He didn\'t start bragging like she thought he would, but looked at her thoughtfully and lit a cigarette.

\"So who do you like now?\" He asked, and the sudden question threw her off. Thank the gods she still had enough sense not to blurt out \'You!\'.

\"Well, there is this guy I\'ve liked for a while. But it\'s hopeless.\"

\"Nothing\'s hopeless.\" He replied, looking at her strangely as he twisted a red ringlet around his finger.

\"This is. So who do you like? Besides Pansy, of course.\" She joked, and he shot her a death glare. If she only knew, he thought.

\"Hmmm. I guess you\'re right. \'Cause mine\'s pretty hopeless too.\"

\"Really?\" She asked, and sat up to take another drink from the bottom of the bottle.

\"Yeah. I\'ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.\" At least that way I won\'t snythnything stupid. Or so he hoped.

\"No way. You would so laugh.\" She faked a shudder.

\"Why? Don\'t tell me it\'s Creevey or Longbottom.\" He said with a face so full of horror it made her laugh.

\"No! Don\'t even say that!\" This time the shudder was for real.

\"Thank the gods. Now I promise not to laugh.\"

\"Okay, but if you do, I\'ll tell everyone...I dunno, but it\'ll be horrible!\" She said while he laughed.

\"I won\'t laugh.\" He said, and his face became as serious as it could be in his drunken state. She gathered up all the Gryffindor courage she could find and told him.

\"It\'s you. I\'ve liked you for a long time.\" She said, and leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers.

He didn\'t push her away like she\'d thought, but instead put his hands on her hips and pulled her into his lap. His tongue flicked across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth for him. Liquid heat pooled in her stomach, and she wondered why no other kiss had ever felt this intense, before she couldn\'t think at all. Draco\'s train of thought was following the same lines, and he pulled back long enough to say \'You were mine too,\" before kissing her hungrily again. Their robes were the first to go. Her hands ran over his chest and her fingers began working as shs shirt buttons. Soon she had it opened, and her hands touched the burning flesh she\'d been craving sine fie first showed up under her tree. They stopped kissing long enough for him to pull her shirt over her head. His mouth descended on her\'s again, and his hands cupped her breasts. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and she moaned into his mouth. When he squeezed them gently, she thought she was going to melt. All she wanted, all she could think about, was having him inside of her. He seemed to read her mind, and picked her up with a strength that surprised her. He laid her in the middle of the bed, and crawled over her, every inch a predator.

He kissed her from her mouth to her jawline, down to her neck, and then sucked a nipple into his mouth. She moaned loudly as his tongue flicked over the sensitive flesh. He switched to the other, his fingers working at the one he had just left. It was sweet, agonizing torture, and she wouldn\'t have traded it for anything in the world. Until he started kissing down her stomach, and reached her sex. He slid her skirt and panties off deftly, and blew cold air on her that made her whole body tighten up. His hand std hed her lightly, seperating the folds and rubbing her clit. A million nerve endings exploded through her and she half screamed his name, lost in pleasure. When his mouth replaced his fingers, she tht tht that surely she must be dead. Because if she wasn\'t, this burning ecstasy would be the end of her. She felt a finger enter her, and her walls clamped down upon it greedily. She heard Draco moan, and smiled before being completely washed away. He added another finger, pumping them in and out of her as his tongue did things created sensations in her she hadn\'t known were possible. Something tight was winding up inside of her, and when he slipped in a third finger, her world exploded. She screamed his name as she came, and he slowly slid his fingers out, but kept licking her softly until her shaking subsided.

\"Wow.\" She said as he moved up beside her.

She leaned over and kissed him, tasting herself on his mouth. She could feel his erection against her thigh, and wanted to return the favor. She left a trail of kisses down his neck and chest, and his breathing roughened. She pulled off his tailored pants and boxers, running her fingers over his his velvety smooth arousal. She laid butterfly kisses up and down the length of him, savoring every moment. Her mouth felt like fire on his skin, and he didn\'t think he\'d ever felt anything better until her mouth closed around the head of his cock. He groaned as her tongue flicked over him, the wet heat of her mouth driving him crazy. She slid her mouth down his length slowly, taking the whole thing into her throat before pulling up again with a delightful sucking sensation. Her pace quicked slightly and she brought one hand up to grab the base of his cock, the other to play with his balls. Her tongue swirled over him, and he wanted nothing more than to stay with this amazing woman forever. All rational thought fled as she began sucking in earnest, and spots appeared in his vision as he felt his balls tighten up.

\"Gin, I\'m going to...\"

He couldn\'t finish as her only response to his warning has to suck harder and faster. She sucked his entire length into her mouth as he came, swallowing every drop. She slid up his body slowly, and he kissed her hard in thanks. She laid her head on his shoulder, her leg over his. They laid there for a lonme, me, completely content. Their hands roamed freely, delighting in finally being able to touch the other. He reached down to pull the silk sheets over them, and they fell asleep in each other\'s arms.

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Blaise said the password, and walked into Draco\'s room. He had left his books here the other night, and needed them before classes. He ed aed around, and froze. A redhead was snuggled up to his best friend, and it took a moment for the ramifications of that to sink in as he recognized the girl. Holy shit, he did it. Blaise knew Draco had liked her for some time now, and silently cheered for him. He grabbed his books and left, laughing as soon as the portrait closed behind him, before becoming serious. He was thrilled for his best mate, but this was going to cause some serious shit. He couldn\'t wait for someone to try.

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They woke early the next morning with no regrets. Getting dressed was an experience, seeing as how they couldn\'t keep their hands off of each other. Her clothes were fine, but her robes were dirty from sitting on the ground for so long. She could have cleaned them, but he pulled out a black set of silk robes that didn\'t have a Slytherin crest on them, and draped them over her. The silk felt wonderful on her skin, and they smelt like him. He brushed her waist length hair for her, taking his time and letting the fiery curls fall through his hands like a satin waall.all. He elegantly twisted her hair up, leaving a few red wisps around her face. He grinned at her mischievously.

rginrginia, will you go out with me?\" He asked, kissing her softly.

\"Yes.\" She said happily. \"Won\'t your mother be upset?\"

\"No. You\'re pureblooded, and that\'s all she cares about. With my father gone it doesn\'t matter, not that I would care anyway. I\'m more worried about your family.\"

\"They\'ll get over it.\" She said and kissed him.

\"Well, in that case...\" He trailed off, and reached in a drawer for something. He came out with a green and silver sash, and tied it around her waist. The ends fell almost to the floor, and looked beautiful with the silk robes and her bright red hair. She smiled at him, and twirled around in front of the mirror.

\"Walk with me to breakfast?\" He asked, taking her hand in his.

\"Yeah, let\'s go. I\'m starving. I\'m really glad firewhiskey doesn\'t leave you feeling shittly like muggle alcohol.\"

\"Umm, me too.\" He said while kissing her again.

They exited his portrait hole, and headed for the Great Hall. Most students were already there eating, but the few who were in the halls stared at them with open disbelief and their mouths hanging open. They laughed at the lost goldfish impressions, and saw the doors to the Great Hall ahead of them. He opened them with a flick of his wand, and they walked in hand in hand. The Ravenclaws spotted them first, open shock on their faces, and their sudden silence caught the other\'s attention. The whole hall grew deathly q, an, and Ginny saw Seamus and Hermione physically restraining her brother, while Harry had gone pale and slightly green, shaking his head in denial. Ginny and Draco ignored the whispers breaking out all around them, and he walked her to her table. He laid a soft kiss on her lips before heading to his own House table, where his friends were gaping at him except for Blaise. She saw that her friends had the same expressions and choked back a laugh. Ron broke free and rushed over to her, with the other seventh years in tow.

\"GINNY!\" He bellowed, red in the face. \"What the bloody hell was THAT all about?\" She looked at him cooly, but with a hint of anger in her eyes.

\"Do you have a problem with my boyfriend, Ron?\" She asked calmly, while the Gryffindors gasped.

\"BOYFRIEND?!?\" He yelled, his voice echoing through the silence in the Hall. \"I don\'t bloody well think so! You can\'t go out with that slimy git! I won\'t let you!\" Everyone immediately knew those were the wrong words, as Ginny stood to face her brother, anger rolling off of her in waves.

\"You listen to me, Ronald Weasley,\" she said venomously, \"I will go out with whomever I want, whenever I want, and there isn\'t a damn thing you can do about it! You can respect my decisions and shut the hell up, or you can make more of an arse out of yourself. It really doesn\'t matter to me. Just grow up, Ron.\" His face turned purple at those words.

\"So what, you\'re his little whore now?\" Gasps whipped through the hall and Draco stood, followed by the other Slytherins, showing more genuine anger than he ever had before. But before anyone could move, Ginny\'s fist shot out. She put all her weight behind it as her knuckles connected with his face, and he looked shocked before he fell over the table. Everyone just stared, wide-eyed.

\"Fuck this. You are so pathetic, Ron.\" She said, and walked away. Ron lifted his bruised face in time to see her take a seat next to Draco at the Slytherin table, whose occupants were congratulating her on knocking the shit out of her brother, while Draco and Blaise just glared, pain promised in their eyes.