A Drunken Mistake

This story is currently in the process of being rewritten. Here's what I've written so far.



Prologue

Ginny Weasley just could not focus on her Transfiguration work and could not stop fidgeting in her seat. Professor McGonagall kept giving her looks which she merely rolled her eyes at and shook off. It was Halloween day and she and a few friends had managed to get a few bottles of Ogden's Firewhiskey. They planned to drink in the Room of Requirement until they couldn't see straight, Ginny's idea of a perfect night.

Ginny had been needing a night out with her friends for weeks. She'd been going through a rough time lately, she and Ron were constantly fighting and she'd just permanently ended her off and on relationship with Dean Thomas. She needed to just have fun and let loose for once. She was tired of worrying about Death Eater or studying or wondering of what could have been with Harry. She wanted to forget it all and have a good time. A bottle of firewhiskey was perfect for just that.

As soon as the bell for the end of lessons rang Ginny ran out the door, nearly forgetting her bookbag. McGonagall shouted something, but she didn't hear her. She was really in a rush to get ready for that night, she only had a few hours and she wanted to look good. She was running up the Great Straircase towards Gryffindor Tower when a seventh year girl with bushy brown hair and a Head Girl badge on the chest of her robes grabbed her wrist, making her stop and turn.

"Woah, Ginny, slow down." Hermoine told her. "What's the rush?" Ginny tugged at her wrist, but the older girl would not let go.

"Can't talk, I need to go get ready for tonigt. Bye!" And with that she freed herself from the other girl's grasp and continued to run up the stairs.

When she arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady she paused. She couldn't remember the password. The Fat Lady looked at her, annoyed, as she racked her brain. After a few minutes Neville Longbottom came through the entrance and she walked into the common room after him.

Ginny went up to the girls' dormitory bathroom and jumped in the shower. After her shower she applied her make-up which consisted of pale pink lipgloss and a small amount of eyeliner. She looked at her reflection in the mirror ;the lipgloss complimented her pale skin and the eyeliner made her big blue eyes stand out. She wrinkled her nose at the freckles sprinkled across her nose. If only there was a spell to get rid of them.

Next, Ginny went into her domritory to pick out her clothes. She settled on a tight white tank top and blue low rise jeans. She checked out her reflection in her full length mirror on the door. The jeans clunge to her long thin legs and made her rear look good, and she liked how the white tank top made her rather small sized bust look bigger. Satisfied with how she looked she made her way down to the common room with a grin on her face.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU WEARING?" Her brother, Ron shouted at her as she walked down the stairs. His eyes were nearly popping out of his head as he stared at her muggle clothing.

"Oh don't worry ,as soon as I get out of here I'm changing into my tube top and a mini skirt." She told him, her voice oozing with sarcasm which he didn't catch. Harry and Hermoine giggled as Ron's face began to turn scarlet.

"GINEVRA WEASLEY! CHANGE INTO SOMETHING THAT LEAVES A LITTLE MORE TO THE IMAGINATION RIGHT NOW!"

"Naw, I like what I'm wearing." She then walked out the portrait door, slamming it in her shocked brother's face.

When Ginny got to the Room of Requirement, all her friends were already inside, opening up the bottles. She looked around the room, admiring it's magic. The room was dimly lit with a number of comfy looking couches along the walls. A large shelf was pushed against a wall holding all different kinds of glass bottles.

"This room is amazing!" She exclaimed as she sat down with her friends. Immediately a full shot glass was passed to her. She gladly downed the amber liquid, loving the feel of the burning sensation traveling down her throat. She was determined that tonight would be a good night, and all that firewhiskey was just the thing to do it.

The room was beginning to blur and spin and somehow Ginny's shot glass kept filling itself. Determined to beat whatever magic kept it filled, she continued to down shot after shot. The room which had once held only six people now held close to fifty. People just kept appearing out of nowhere, dancing and downing alcohol. Music was blaring out from the walls, the bass making Ginny want to get up and dance. She was sitting on a couch beside a couple snogging, which didn't seem to bother her in the least. People who's names she couldn't remember kept coming up and talking to her, their words slurred but yet she could understand them perfectly. She was having the best time, her brain having stopped working hours ago. Or was it only a few minutes?

Getting bored with her shot glass constantly refilling itself, Ginny decided to get up and dance. She moved purposely to the large group of people dancing, swaying her hips to the beat of the music. People were dancing all around her, but she didn't pay any attention to them. She laughing and dancing, forgetting all about lessons and Death Eaters, all that rubbish. Tonight was about having fun, afterall, she was a teenager.

From across the room Ginny caught a glimpse of platinum blonde hair. Wondering how the hell Malfoy had managed to find out about her friends' party, she made her way over to him, feeling a sudden urge to take the arrogant prat down a notch.

Malfoy was sitting on a couch by himself, a half empty bottle of Ogden's in his hands. Ginny stormed over to him, wanting nothing more then to slap that dumb looking smirk right off his face. But the closer she got to him, the more attractive he seemed to get. She stopped less than a foot infront of him, forgetting all about words. She stared at his pale pointed face, his silver eyes glazed over. He looked up at her, his smirk turning into a sneer.

"What do you want, Weasley?" He asked, his voice cold and his words slurred.

"Why are you here, Ferret?" She asked, hands on her hips. Her face suddenly felt hot and she became very aware of how low cut her top was.

"Why wouldn't the most attractive and highly superior person in this school be at the best party happening?" He replied, smirking again. Ginny couldn't help but notice how bright his eyes were.

"You're such a git." She told him, rolling her eyes. Even with alcohol in him he was still the same Malfoy.

"And you're a bloodtraitor, so we're even."

"Not even close!" Why did someone who got on her nerves so much have to be so damned good looking?

"Are you going to sit here and be a bitch all night?" He asked her, searching the crowded room for his friends.

"You're the one who started it." Malfoy laughed, irritating her further.

"You're such a child Weasley." He said to her.

"I am not!" Ginny half shouted. There was nothing that annoyed her more then being called a child. She was sixteen for Merlin's sake and it was time she was treated like it.

"What's it gonna take to make you shut up?" Malfoy asked her, annoyance evident in his voice.

"Give me some of that." She said, pointing to the bottle in his hands.

"I don't support minors." Malfoy replied, giving her a look that she couldn't quite read.

"Then I refuse to shut up," Ginny told him. "So, how does it feel being bested by Harry at Quidditch again this year?" And that was all it took. With a groan, Malfoy thrusted his bottle into her hands.

"Easy on that stuff," He said as she put the bottle to her lips. "It's not butterbeer."

"Choke on a spoon." Ginny replied before taking a deep swig of the firewhiskey. Malfoy watched her with wide eyes, not many people he knew could take that much straight firewhiskey all at once. He was impressed.

"Well done Weaselette," He said as she handed him back the bottle which was considerably lighter. "At least you know how to handle your alcohol."

"Would you stop acting like you're so much better then me?" She asked him, beginning to get angry. "You don't even know me."

"Oh but I do," Malfoy told her, smirking. The whole conversation seemed to amuse him. "I know your name's Ginevra but you've preferred Ginny since you could talk. You have six older brothers who are all very well known around the school. You live in what I can only guess to be a broken down home resembling a farm to hold all the kids your parents keep popping out. You've been obsessed with Potter for Merlin knows how long so you do all you can to try and impress him. You're also the only person in your family that has any talent at all, and if you weren't a Weasley and so disgustingly poor, you'd actually be a decent witch. But you are, so you're not."

"See, you think you know everything, but you don't," Ginny said to him, getting more annoyed by the minute. "Ok, so you know a few things about me, and I'll admit, I am pretty curious as to how you know my real name since no one does, not even Harry, but that doesn't give you the right to assume things about me. You don't know how I act or what I do for fun. You have no reason to think you're any better then I am."

"Of course I'm better then you!" Malfoy said with a laugh. "Look at me, I'm rich, I'm unbelievably good looking, I'm intelligent, I'm witty, and let's face it, I'm pretty much a sex god. You can't hold a candle to everything I am." Ginny couldn't help it, she burst out laughing.

"What's so bloody funny?" Malfoy asked with a scowl as Ginny clutched her sides.

"It's just, you're so fucking full of yourself!" Ginny laughed. "I mean, if only you could've heard what you said and how you said it. It was just too much!" Malfoy thought for a moment, going over what he'd just said in his head. He imagined somebody else saying it, like Blaise, and he too couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The two sat there, clutching at their sides and laughing, until Malfoy took a deep swig from his nearly empty bottle, then passed the bottle to Ginny. She took a big drink, the warmth going all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.

Suddenly, Ginny found herself pulling Malfoy onto the dance floor. Her brain was so cloudy from all the alcohol she'd consumed, she couldn't even comprehend what she was doing. She moved her hips rythmically to the beat of the music, grinding against Malfoy. The dance floor was getting hotter and hotter as people moved their bodies to the music. She no longer to any notice to any other person on the dance floor, it seemed like it was only her and Malfoy in the room.

From out of nowhere, a bottle full of a strange, glowing green liquid was passed to her. Without a second thought, she took a deep drink from the bottle then passed it to Malfoy. The liquid tasted the smell she associated with the muggle part of King's Cross, but she didn't let on how much the taste had made her want to vomit. She just kept dancing, grinding even harder into the boy behind her. She was having the time of her life, and she'd be damned if she'd let a disgusting drink ruin it for her.

Ginny and Malfoy stumbled out of the crowded Room of Requirment, grins on their faces as they giggled. The corridors were dark, it must have been after hours. Or perhaps she'd lost her sight? Either way, she didn't really care.

Malfoy had a firm grip on her hand, but she kept stumbling and falling. Everytime she would fall, she and Malfoy would share a laugh then begin furiously snogging. There was just something so thrilling about having her enemy shove his tongue into her mouth. Plus, it felt amazingly good, so who really cared anyway?

She and Malfoy stumbled through the halls, using the stone walls for support when they needed it. She wasn't really sure where they were going, all she knew was that, wherever it was, it better not be so damned hot.

Malfoy stopped abruptly, causing Ginny to bump into him and start giggling loudly. He turned around to her, placing his index finger against his lips. "Shhh!" Ginny giggled again, then clamped her hands to her mouth tightly. Malfoy felt around the wall for minute, feeling for something. He then took his wand out from his pocket and tapped something she couldn't see without a word. He turned an invisible door knob and a door shaped hole appeared in the wall out of nowhere.

"Wow!" Ginny couldn't help but exclaim.

"Shh!" Malfoy said again, leading her into the dark room. The hole in the wall filled itself somehow as Malfoy led her further into the room, both bumping into things that seemed to be randomly placed throughout the room. Malfoy stopped walking without warning, turning around and pulling Ginny into him. He pressed his lips against her's, his tongue hungrily snaking it's way into her mouth. She moaned as his tongue massaged her's, his hands caressing her rear and lower back. The room spun around her and Ginny lost her blanace, stumbling in the dark. She laughed and tried to kiss him again, but she couldn't seem to keep her blanace.

"Here," Malfoy said, lifting her up by her bottom so her legs were wrapped around his waist.Ginny giggled again as he kissed her. He walked forward a little bit then set her down on something big and wooden. "Better?"

"Much." She told him, grabbing his face and kissing him again. Malfoy's hands were on her thighs, slowly moving upwards. She leaned her body into him more, feeling his erection poking at her thigh. She couldn't believe how good this all felt, and with Malfoy of all people!

Tired of just kissing, Ginny decided to get things going. She reached down between them, unbottoning Malfoy's pants. The button popped open with ease, but the zipper was stuck. She forgot all about kissing, instead giving the zipper her full attention. Getting frustrated, she yanked Malfoy's pants down, happy they were loose enough without a belt to do so.

"I like how you think." Malfoy whispered in his ear, his voice husky and deep. His hot breath against his skin gave her goosebumps. He reached down and easily undid her pants, sliding them off her long, pale legs. He ran his hands the length of them, her skin smooth and soft. His hands ran the length of her sides, pulling her tank top up with them and over her head.

"Merlin!" Malfoy breathed out when he saw Ginny wasn't wearing a bra. She blushed a deep red, feeling self concious about her small chest. But as soon as Malfoy began kissing her again, the world spun and she forgot all about her small size. When he cupped a breast in his hand, kneading it roughly, Ginny moaned. She bit his bottom lip gently, causing him to suck in his breath and shudder. Liking the reaction, she kept biting his lip, a little harder each time. After a few times, Malfoy lost control. He yanked her lacy knickers down to the floor and tore off his boxers. Ginny spread her legs wide, loving the agression.

"Don't be gentle." She told him as she positioned himself at her entrance.

"Oh I won't be." Malfoy replied, biting her ear lobe. He thrust in roughly to the hilt, causing Ginny to gasp in pleasure. He stayed still for a moment, getting used to how tight she was. When he continued thrusting into her, Ginny met him thrust for thrust, bucking her hips in time with his. Malfoy leaned into her, laying her down across whatever she'd been sitting on. He bit her shoulder hard, but she could feel no pain. All she could feel was the amazing pressure building up somewhere in her abdomen, waiting to explode.

Malfoy quickened his pace, pounding into her hard. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh rang through the dark room. The smell of sex and sweat was overwhelming, invading their nostrils and heightening their pleasure. Ginny couldn't remember a time she'd moaned so much in her life, this just felt so good. She dug her nails into Malfoy's back, trying to get him in deeper. Just a little more, she was so close.

Pressure built up inside Ginny, spreading from between her legs to her finger and toes. She moaned out loudly, causing Malfoy to pound into her harder, riding out her orgasm. Her muscles tightened around Malfoy's erection, the sensation proved to be too much for him. He tried to hold out, his normal policy being to hold off until he'd made a girl cum twice, but her juices had soaked him and her tightening muscles felt too good.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed as he shot his hot seed into her, their juices mixing together. He continued to pump into her until he'd gone completely soft. He then colapsed on top of her, breathing hard.

"That was..." Ginny trailed off.

"Amazing." Malfoy finished for her.

"Yeah, it was." She told him, pulling him up for one more kiss. She couldn't stop smiling. The night had turned out to be everything she'd wanted it to be and more. It had been absolutely perfect.

To Be Continued...

Ok, so I was at work a while ago && I was thinking of this story and how much I hated how I'd written it. So I decided to rewrite the whole thing. Hopefully anyone who reads this likes it better. Please R && R !

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