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A/N: I'm sorry, no reel big fish song this time around. I just felt this one fit. Be sure to review, cuz my reviewers are like my little Santa Clauses, leaving me nice little review-y presents!
Rock Ya Body (Mic Check 1, 2)
~Normal POV~
"I missed you," Ginny said sweetly as she and Draco walked back to his flat.
"I missed you, too," he responded. "But it's only been two months."
"I get attached very easily, thank you very much Mr. Malfoy," Ginny replied, offended. He smirked and gave her a light peck on the temple.
"I can see that. Dear Lord I've known since that fateful day in the broom closet…" he trailed off as Ginny wailed.
"Ah, that story is so embarrassing!" Ginny laughed, her cheeks turning redder than her hair, though it seemed far from possible.
"We'll be telling it to our kids someday," Draco answered softly, wrapping his arm around her waist. Ginny smiled up at him.
"Yes, we will," Ginny whispered, then her face broke out into a huge grin. "All of them little girlies."
"No, no, no!" he argued playfully. "We're going to have all boys. And we're going to name all of them manly names like Zeus, Damien, Patrick."
Ginny snorted. "My son isn't going to be a Roman God."
"Well, if he has to follow in my footsteps…" Draco trailed off, a small smirk forming on his face. Ginny only smirked to mirror the one on his face.
"Soo modest, now are we?" Ginny asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Well, to make a God of son you also need a goddess," he responded coyly.
"You're just doing that to get me to snog you, aren't you?" Ginny asked, putting her hand on her hip.
"And you wouldn't want me any other way," he reminded her. She smiled softly. As they approached the double doors of rather tall building (tall for the buildings around here, anyways), they stopped on the stoop. He leaned forward and captured her lips softly. Ginny leaned up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I really did miss you, though," Draco said many moments later. Ginny took his hand as he led her inside.
"I know, Draco," she responded. The entrance was rather exquisite. There was a mini-fountain of that in the Ministry of Magic. There was a reception desk off to the left and then some vending machines with assorted wizarding candy in it. An over-stuffed couch, much like the one in the Gryffindor Common Room, off to the right with a wooden coffee table with various magazines, muggle and wizard, skewed across it.
"Draco!" A young lady exclaimed, about Draco's age, from the reception desk. She was rather pretty, and had a Hispanic look about her. She had wavy black hair and eyes almost to match Ginny's, and a frame to match Hermione's.
"Hello Marianna," Draco greeted warmly. Her gaze drifted to Ginny and she smiled again.
"Ginny, I presume?" she asked, with a small laugh as Draco's pale cheeks reddened. "Draco talks about you all the time," she said, stretching the word "All".
"Oh does he?" Ginny smirked, placing her hands on her hips and shot a glance at Draco. "All good, I suppose?"
"But of course," Marianna answered. "Even some of the good I don't want to hear."
"I think it's time for us to be going," Draco said hurriedly, trying to push Ginny towards the elevator.
"No, no," Ginny hushed him. "I'd like to hear this."
"He always talks about you and how adorable you are. Especially when you wrinkle your nose. And he thinks that you're a damn good kisser. He loves the way you chew on your hair when you're reading, or the way you cross your legs when your sitting in the Great Hall," a smirk began to form as she continued stating the facts, all the while Draco's blush was getting deeper. "He also loves your cute arse."
"OK!" Draco shouted, grabbing Ginny's arm. "Thanks Marianna, we're going up to my apartment…good day." Marianna laughed as Draco hurriedly guided Ginny away and into the elevator.
"Remind me to get her fired," Draco mumbled jokingly.
"I think it's adorable you love my cute arse," Ginny commented in a baby-like voice.
Draco mumbled incoherently as he leaned back against the elevator rail, spreading his arms to hold himself up. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, and grinned slyly at him.
"I never knew you watched me that intently," she whispered in his ear, intentionally letting out a puff of breath to raise the hackles on his neck. He smirked slightly. "It's very flattering."
"I'd hope so," he responded, draping his arms on her hips. "Or I might just have to start seeing other women, if you can't take a compliment from the one and only sex-God Draco Malfoy."
"Sex-God, eh?" she asked deviously. Suddenly, the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened wide.
"This is my floor," he said, extending a hand to Ginny and helping her out of the elevator.
"Why thank you, kind sir," she responded with a mock curtsey. Draco fumbled in his pocket for his keys, and pulled them out just as they had reached a door in the hallway, marked in big, bold letters: 21-C. He shoved open the door, and Ginny walked inside.
To say she was taken aback might just have been the understatement of the century. The hallway was carpeted in rich maroon shag, with pictures of friends and schoolmates lining the wall, the room she came into was a rather large sitting room, with two squishy leather couches and a rather large Muggle television. There was a wizard's chess table in the corner, near which there was an entrance into a granite-countered kitchen with a beautiful white marble floor. All the appliances were black to blend with the marble, suiting Draco rather nicely.
"You haven't seen the best part," Draco simpered.
"Let me guess…the bedroom?" Ginny asked in a knowing tone. He smirked and nodded. He took her hand again and led her through the previous hallway, down another hallway to where there where three doors. He pushed open the one to the right, and inside was a simple bed with blue comforters and purple sheets, along with an oak dresser and an oak desk. He pushed open the second one to reveal a small bathroom with a white marble tub and a pedestal sink. There were towels hanging form racks, all of which were blue or purple to match what Ginny assumed was the guest bedroom.
"And finally…" he opened his door to reveal a beautiful green four-poster, with green silk sheets and assorted black, green, and silver pillows. Across the room there was a pine desk, strewn with papers, a book-bag, and some books. On the other side of the room across from the bed was a dressed, some drawers open with clothes chaotically hanging out. In the corner right of where they were standing, there was a large, black leather chair, which could fit about three or four first years. Across it were strewn clothes, belts, some random coins, and a paper or two.
"Great maid, you are," Ginny chuckled, walking over to the dresser, pulling out some of the clothes and refolding them. She looked up to see Draco staring at her with an amused look on his face. "Sorry, habit," she muttered in response.
"I didn't have time to clean before you came. I was just finishing some research for the wedding," he finished. Ginny smiled to him as she pushed the drawers of his dressers back in, all now neatly organized.
"That's good," Ginny purred, sauntering closer to Draco intent on finished what they started in the elevator.
"And I've got some wedding halls checked out," he continued, binding her waist with his arms. "And I thought that maybe you'd like to have the Wedding at Hogwarts."
Ginny beamed brightly. "I'd love that."
"Good," he responded. "I cleared it up with Dumbledore, and he said it would be fine." Draco picked Ginny up so her legs were wrapped around his waist, as he spun her around. "We're going to be married, Ginny. We'll have a life together. It's what we dreamed of ever since-"
"Don't say it," Ginny warned him, wagging a finger. Draco laughed softly.
"Who says I was going to?" he asked, a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. "Maybe I was going to say since I proposed."
"If I didn't know you that well, Draco Malfoy, I wouldn't have said yes," Ginny replied, putting her hands on her hips as Draco still held her up.
"I know." He smiled. "And that reminds me. I made us some lunch that I have stored away in the fridge."
"My Little Ferret? Made Lunch? But I was led to believe you could not cook without burning something," Ginny stated, re-wrapping her arms around his neck and bumping their noses together.
"Well maybe I learned, my widdle Weasel," he replied, a small smirk forming on his face. He began to carry Ginny out of the room, swaying her around, pretending to stagger into the walls.
"Drop me and I swear I'll kill you," Ginny threatened.
"Doesn't faze me much," he replied in a bored tone.
"I'll cut off all privileges of having your buddies over to the house once we get married," Ginny threatened once more.
"You know you can't ban Zabini. You just gotta love that little prick," he replied once more.
Ginny's face then formed into a small simper. "I won't marry you," she joked. He gasped rather loudly and whimpered, looking like a hurt puppy. Draco pushed Ginny up against the wall of the hallway, and crushed his lips to hers.
After a few minutes, they pulled away. "What were you saying?" he asked sweetly.
"Uh…um…" she trailed off. "I forget."
He laughed softly and twirled her around once more before setting her down. "I missed being like this with you; I miss sneaking around Hogwarts, the thrill of getting caught by Peeves or Filch."
Ginny nodded. "Those were the days," she agreed, taking his hand as they walked towards the kitchen together.
"So how do you feel for some grilled chicken and chef salad?" he asked, opening his refrigerator and pulling out a few things of Tupperware and two bottles of butterbeer.
"A little late, isn't it?" Ginny asked, glancing at the clock to see it read three thirty.
"Eh, we'll have a late lunch/early dinner. No big deal," he replied. He pulled off the rather nice baby blue button-down he was wearing and threw it across the back of a nearby chair, revealing the white muscle tank-top he had on underneath.
"I hate getting my clothes dirty when I'm in the kitchen, too," Ginny remarked, knowing that was the reason he had pulled his button-down off. He opened a few cabinets and pulled out some plates and utensils, and put a piece of chicken onto each one. He slid the two plates into a sleek black microwave and pressed a few random buttons. "My little cook," Ginny laughed.
"You know it." He leaned back against the counter and spread his arms. Ginny sauntered forward and closed him in a hug.
"Have I mentioned how glad I am that we have this time together?" she asked, the words muffled by her burying her face into his chest.
"Yes, actually, you have," he told her, looking down at her fiery head.
"Well, I'm telling you again," she declared, looking up at him through amber eyes.
"Well then I'm telling you I love you again," he stated as they crushed their lips together. Ginny's lip quivered as his tongue slowly entered her mouth and she tasted him for the first time in months. Her hand rested softly on his cheek as her eyes fluttered close and she allowed herself to drown in this one single moment.
BING!
The microwave had gone off and interrupted their moment, so Ginny was slightly perturbed. Draco kept an arm wrapped around her waist as he reached over to the microwave and opened the door. He pulled out the two plates, stacked on top of each other, and set them on the table. He grabbed the Tupperware of salad and set that on the table, along with utensils.
"Let's sit down, I'm hungry," he commented, pulling out Ginny's chair so she could sit, before pulling out his own.
"It's delicious," Ginny stated halfway into the meal. "I never knew you could cook so well."
"Well, I learned. My friend from the aforementioned nightclub taught me," Draco said. "Oh damn. That reminds me, I have to work tonight." If you could see his face at that moment, you could tell he was thinking. "Hey, why don't you come with me?"
"Me? Why?" Ginny asked, flabbergasted. "I've never been to a club in my life. I'm not even dressed right!" She motioned to her jeans and tube top and he nodded.
"You're dressed right. And I want to introduce you to some of my muggle friends." Ginny sighed, then thought about it.
"If Snape catches me coming in so late, I'll kill you," she said seriously.
"I'll take all the blame. I'll say I kidnapped you and made you come."
Ginny laughed, pushing back a lock of fiery hair from her face. "I guess I'll go."
"Thanks Gin. Usually I'm just sitting there, serving all these lushes thinking of you. Now I'll have the real thing." He smiled a sexy smile and it was all she could do to lean over and kiss him.
"You are so adorable when you do that," she said, tapping his nose with her finger.
"Adorable? Adorable? You obviously don't know men very well, do you?" he asked.
"I guess I don't," she responded, masticating her chicken so loud that Draco was getting visibly bothered.
"Close your mouth when you chew, would you?" he asked. She laughed.
"I only do it 'cause I know how much it bothers you," she taunted. He grumbled and went back to poking his chef salad. She scooted her chair closer to his, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "But I still love you."
"I'd hope so." He leaned over and gave her a light peck on the lips. Then, he scooted even closer so they were only inches apart. "Or I might just have to call off the wedding."
They drifted closer until their lips fused and they were connected once again. Ginny brought her arms up around his neck, toying with the hair at his nape as he began to lick her lips feverishly.
"God Dammit!" Draco complained when the doorbell rang. "It's like no one wants us to snog," he whimpered like a hurt puppy to Ginny. She smirked and stood up to answer the door.
"Who is it?" Ginny called as she walked down the hallway with the tons of pictures.
"Guess, love," came the all-too-familiar voice of Blaise Zabini.
"ZABINI! YOU'VE GOT HELL TO PAY," Draco called from the kitchen.
Ginny chuckled to herself. She opened the door to find him leaning coolly against the doorway, casually checking a cuticle on his left hand.
"Hey babe," he greeted.
"Don't call me babe," she ordered.
"Whatever you say, sweetie," he replied. Ginny groaned in frustration.
"Zabini, I swear to God," Draco sighed as they entered the kitchen.. "I was this close." He held up his forefinger and thumb and exaggerated the short distance between them.
"Your welcome," he sneered. "God, I come to say Hi to my best friends in the whole entire world and I'm not even wanted." He sat himself down on one of the kitchen chairs and popped a piece of lettuce in his mouth.
"I'm touched…" Draco trailed off, feigning sensitiveness. "Now get out."
"He'll be fine after a few minutes," Ginny told Blaise. Blaise nodded and proceeded to make himself more at home.
"How'd you find me, anyways? I never told you which apartment I lived in."
"That nice broad at the front desk told me. To be truthful, I think she has a thing for me. I asked her out, so we're going to some nice club tonight once she gets off work," Blaise commented. He ceased to turn off his manly charm.
"Knowing Marianna, she probably invited you to The Inferno, right?" Draco asked, an eyebrow cocked, and a sly smirk on his face.
"Yeah, why?" he asked, taking another bite of salad. "And by the way this is really good salad."
"I work at the Inferno. I'm working tonight and bringing Ginny. That's the only muggle club Marianna knows," Draco laughed.
"Oh Great. A whole night with Mr. I-Don't-Appreciate-My-Friends over there!" Blaise sighed jokingly.
"You'll have me there too," Ginny mentioned.
"The only up, besides being there with that hottie Marianna," Blaise commented.
"You do know she's older than you by about a year and a half," Draco said offhandedly.
"Hey, You're older than Ginny by a year," he countered.
"That's different. Ginny's a girl and she's younger. You're a guy and you're younger."
"Oh, it doesn't matter," Blaise finished exasperatedly. "Age doesn't matter. She's hot and that's all that counts."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "You are such a womanizer."
"You know it, babe," he responded with a wink.
"Call her babe again and I might just ring your throat," Draco threatened, but kept his calm and cool demeanor.
"God, don't take it so personal. She's a friend isn't she? I call all my girl friends "babe"." Draco eyed Blaise up for a second then relaxed back into his chair. Ginny sat on his lap and he entwined his arms around her waist. "So sweet, I might just gag."
Ginny promptly extended her hand and hit him upside the head.
"Ow. Now that was cold," Blaise whimpered.
"It doesn't work if you whimper. Draco has to do it," Ginny told Blaise.
"Ha," Draco taunted, leaning his chin on Ginny's shoulder. "It only works when I do it."
Blaise started mumbling incoherently, and then smiled angelically at the couple: never a good sign.
"When are you working tonight?" Blaise asked.
"Six to twelve, I think. It all depends on when Darren wants to take on his shift. The club runs until 6:00 A.M. and he's working until then. He said he'd either be in at 12:00 or 1:00," Draco responded, lightly pushing Ginny off of his lap and gathering all the plates and Tupperware. "Anyways, I'll start getting ready now." He glanced at the clock. "Yea. Ginny, if you want to go back to Hogwarts, change, and sneak back, I'll give you my invisibility cloak."
Ginny thought for a moment then looked down at her outfit: a pair of jeans, a pair of black trainers, and a black tube top. "What do you think?" she asked him. He shrugged indecisively.
"I'd rather you stay with me, but if you want to change, go ahead." Draco dropped the plates and the butterbeer mugs into the sink and waved his wand. In an instant, they were washing and inserting themselves into the dishwasher.
"I'll stay," she said. She glanced at Blaise, who was yet again inspecting a cuticle. "What are we gonna do with it?" she asked, nodding her head in his direction.
"I don't know. I heard there are wolves up in the mountains at the edge of the village. Maybe we should feed it to them."
"Ha-flaming-ha," Blaise derided, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's the appreciation I get for being friends to you two."
"Yup, pretty much," Ginny responded. Blaise rolled his eyes, stood up, and checked his watch. I'll be going. I want to catch Marianna before we go and, well, I guess I gotta do some shit or something…" he trailed off and shrugged. "Seeya."
They exchanged goodbyes and moments later they heard the slamming of the apartment door.
"Soo…" Draco trailed off, mischievously raising an eyebrow. He took her hands and led her back to the bedroom. "We have an hour and a half to kill before I have to go to work." He jumped on the bed, spread out his arms, and smiled impishly. Ginny rolled her eyes, but got to the end of the four-poster before climbing over him on all fours.
"Well…" she trailed off, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe, still raised above him. "We could…" she started to plant kisses up his jaw. "You know…" her lips hovered a centimeter from his. "Actually get ready?" she suggested, sitting on his hips so he was pinned to the bed.
"Aww that's no fair!" he exclaimed. "I thought we were gonna-" Ginny stopped him before he got any further.
"Finish that sentence, and we ain't never gonna," she replied with a wink. His smiled faded into a pout and he looked up at her with pleading eyes.
"Just one widdle kiss?" he asked.
She smiled to herself. "Ok. Just one widdle kiss." She leaned down fast and crashed their lips together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"I love you," he stated as they quickly pulled away.
She smirked, something she had picked up from him. "I love you too, Ferret." Before their lips came crashing together once more.
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"So…" Ginny trailed off, dusting herself off. They had apparated into a dusty, dirty, and stinky alleyway, just outside the club.
"Come on," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her around the corner where there was a door, a very long line, and two very huge men. Draco didn't seem to mind, though, for he went straight to the front, nodded at one of the men, and then smiled.
"How much did you bench today, Benji: 400, or 450?" he joked. The rather large man broke out into a grin, which seemed rather uncharacteristic.
"Who's she?" he asked in a deep voice, pointing to Ginny.
"My fiancée. Say hello to Ginny Weasley." Both of the guards nodded.
"Gotta go start my shift. Seeya later guys," Draco said. One of them took away the velvet rope blocking the doorway and Draco led Ginny in. Th club had millions of neon lights strung about, a blue strobe light, and a large bar stretching across the room. But what was so unique about the bar was that it was a giant fish tank.
"Whoa," Ginny breathed. There was a large DJ booth at the end of the large room, pulsing a fast song. Draco led Ginny behind the bar, where a few people where already working. He picked up a towel from a nearby stack, and threw it over his shoulder so it contrasted against his black shirt.
"Mad," Draco greeted to a man about their age. He was standing at a sink, surrounded by bottles and was serving two attractive young ladies.
"Here ya go," he said flirtatiously, and added with a wink, "on the house." The girls giggled and walked away, drinks in hand. He wiped his hands on the towel slung over his own shoulder, and nodded in Ginny's direction. "Don't tell me I get to meet the infamous Ginny Weasley?" he asked sarcastically.
"Don't tell me Draco tells you about me too?" Ginny asked. Draco's pale cheeks colored slightly.
"Yup. Won't stop talking about you, actually," the man named Mad explained. "And your cute arse."
Ginny smirked. "I'm beginning to think that's the only reason he asked me to marry him." He made an offended noise, and scooped her into his arms, kissing her quickly.
"Want to say that again?" he asked, bumping noses with her.
"Get a room, will you?" a woman from behind them joked. Ginny looked behind Draco's shoulder to see a very tall woman, with a vivacious look about her. The most interesting thing about her was that she had shocking pink hair (quite like Tonks') down to her waist.
"Danny," Draco said without even turning around.
"The one and only."
"Not really, but OK," Draco responded.
"Better not fool around. Mack's been on our case about goofing off too much. I swear he's a twenty-five year old with the spirit of a ninety-five year old." Draco nodded to her and turned back to Ginny.
"Why don't you sit in front of the bar, so I don't get distracted while working," he commented slyly, slowly rotating his hips in tune to the music pulsing in the background.
"Sounds like a plan, Ferret," she responded just as coyly, turning around and swishing her hips as she walked away. He leaned over and gave her butt a little pinch and she squealed.
"That's what you get for calling me Ferret, Weasel," he remarked with a wink.
"What?" Danny asked.
"Don't ask," Draco and Ginny both chirped at once. Danny shrugged and went back to working.
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"I can't wait until Christmas. Just you, me and my family," Ginny remarked, swishing around the straw in her strawberry daiquiri.
"Yea, it'll be fun to get beat up by your…what is it…six brothers," he responded. Ginny laughed.
"I get break in a few minutes," Draco stated, just as his boss, Mack was walking by. Mack looked about as old as Charlie, with long black hair and silver eyes like Draco's.
"Ahh, take one now. Enjoy your time with your fiancée. Besides, today is your overtime. You didn't even need to come in today," Mack told Draco.
"Thanks Mack. How long of a break do I get? The usually 20?"
"Make it twenty-five, but not a second later. I need the business you bring in. One of the best bartenders I've ever had, I say," Mack responded, walking on. Draco smirked.
"Wanna dance, Gin," he asked, taking the towel off of his shoulder and throwing it over the edge of the sink.
"Love to." She slid herself off the stool as Draco came around and wrapped an arm around her. He led her out to the dance floor where a very fast song started to play, and they just began to sway with the music. She wrapped an arm around his neck and hooked the thumb of her other hand at the waistband of his jeans at the side of his hip.
Rock ya body mic check one, two
'Cause it aint a party 'till the crew run through
Shake some body show me whatchu can do like Oh, Oh
Rock your body, mic check one, two
DJ spin the needle, rock into the groove
Bump it louder so the crowd wanna move
Like Oh, Oh
Ginny smiled up at him, and he just lazily smirked back. Her hips were gyrating in tune to the music and it was if dance was her first language, spoken so fluently, so beautifully. Ginny raised her arm above her head and threw her head back, feeling her ginger locks hit her back.
"You look so sexy when you do that," Draco commented coyly.
"Well you look sexy twenty-four seven," she responded, as they fell into silence. That dance was all they needed at the moment.
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"Whoa," Ginny gasped as she stumbled back into Draco's flat. They had just managed to apparate back without splicing, for Ginny had gotten rather drunk. "Oh my head," she groaned, falling onto his bed and clutching her head in her hands.
"You ok, babe?" he asked, sitting down on the bed next to her, running his fingertips through her hair.
"I *hic* could use a *hic* snog," she hiccupped with a giggle. "Oh my head," she groaned.
"Stay here tonight. I'm not letting you go back to the castle like this," Draco stated seriously. He got up and walked to his closet, pulling out a pair of his sweats and a tank top she had left in his room when they were back in Hogwarts.
"But…they're gonna *hic* know I'm not there," she moaned.
"Do I look like I give a shit?" he asked as he removed her jeans for her and replaced them with the sweatpants.
"Dracoooo!" she squealed, trying to cover herself.
"Oh, don't be so modest. It's nothing on you I haven't seen," he responded.
"You probably *hic* think you're such a *hic* pimp," she giggled.
He shrugged. "Maybe I am." He removed her tube top and slid her tank top on over her strapless bra. He then picked her legs up and slid them under the covers of his bed. He quickly changed and then slid in with her.
"Thanks," she mumbled as she began to drift off.
"That's what I'm here for," he responded as she cuddled into the crook of his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "I love you, Ginny," he whispered and kissed her softly on the forehead. He muttered an incantation, and they were engulfed in darkness as he set his wand on his bedside table. Soon, they were both overcome with sleep.
A/N: nice loooooooooooooooong update. I know I broke my tradition of Reel Big Fish Songs, but I couldn't find a good one for this chapter. Hint for the next chapter, it will be the song "Skatanic". Check out the lyrics and it'll give u a hint to what happens.
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