The Draco and Ginny Show by Asparagus

Rating: PG13
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 6
Published: 05/09/2005
Last Updated: 13/09/2005
Status: Paused

This story is after Hogwarts and somewhat AU. Chapter Four, "You Want Tin Foil?", is
now uploaded. Please read and review :)




1. Warning Signals
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one of at least four pieces, so I hope you enjoy chapter one. `The
Draco and Ginny Show' is a story by Asparagus on PORTKEY.ORG

DISCLAIMER: `The Draco and Ginny Show' is based on characters and situations created and
owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic
Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copyright or trademark infringement is
intended.

*Chapter One - Warning Signals*

Ginny stood in the alleyway, her hands in the pockets of her coat. Her cheeks were flushed red
from the cold, not from the little screaming match she had just participated in a few moments ago.
She bit her lip, looking up from the snow to the figure that was beside her. Draco Malfoy. After
all this time, it seemed they could never spend more than a few moments in a room together without
breaking out into a screaming match and then speak civilly to each other a few minutes later. It
was bizarre.

"So..." She said, unsure of what to say.

He didn't dare say anything at this moment. His lungs scratched from screaming at the
intensity that he hadn't experienced since he last talked to Ginny. He looked away, perhaps
observing the people passing by. His fingernails dug into the pale flesh of his palms silently,
mulling over how a casual meeting at a coffee shop could turn into this.

"So." He heard himself say.

"I said that already," Ginny said with a slight laugh, unsure of what else to say. Her
voice hurt a little. She hadn't yelled like that in a long time. But then again, Draco always
had a knack for infuriating her.

He bit his lip. "Well, then. There isn't that much more to say then, is there?" He
turned on his heel slightly, not wanting to strike up another fight.

"I guess not," she said, crossing her arms. Then, she let out a slight laugh. "At
least we didn't end up in a broom closet this time."

He turned back, a trouble-making smile on his lips. "We still could," he knew he
should have kept the comment to himself, but couldn't resist.

Ginny snorted, rolling her eyes. What a stereotypical male answer. "Yeah, do you see any
broom closets around here?" She was joking. Honestly, like she was just going to start
snogging him.

He grinned, shaking his head. "Broom closets were definitely only for Hogwarts students.
The popular thing now is to come to Draco's apartment. We had quite a bit of fun before, if I
can recall correctly that you got a bit too excited, no?"

Ginny stared at him. "What do you mean I got *too* excited?" She asked a bit
defensively. She most certainly did *not* get *too* excited.

A smile was still plastered on his lips. "You mean that you don't remember our last
time in the closet together? I would happily reenact it with you, if you'd like..."

"Of course you would," she said, rolling her eyes. Is that all a guy had on his mind?
"And even /if/ I got 'too excited', I was young, stupid, and hormonal."

"And you're not anymore? That's such a shame." Knowing that he wouldn't
get any further with the girl, and quite disappointed at that, he got ready to leave. "If you
ever change your mind..."

Ginny made a noncommittal noise, looking at him from the corner of her eye. "You know, you
give up a lot sooner than you used to," she commented airily.

"Would you let up if I persisted?" He asked cheekily, stepping towards her and eyeing
hopefully.

“I don't know," she said, shrugging her shoulders. It was cold out. Freezing actually.
'I need my couch and a warm blanket,' she thought. "I don't go for quitters,"
she said, looking up at him, a smirk on her face.

"Come to my place for uh... some more coffee, then?" He watched the cloud of air come
through her lips as she breathed.

Ginny looked up at him, watching him carefully. "I guess so. I don't like standing out
in the snow much."

"We could Apparate, but it's a few blocks away from here.” He was relieved that she
actually okayed him on one thing. He would have to work on her more in a bit.

"Well, if it's not far, we could walk," she said, putting her hands in the pockets
of her coat. "At the risk that we'd get into another verbal abuse session..."

He laughed quietly. "I promise I'll try not to do any thing to get on your nerves if
you aren't to harsh on me?" He took a few steps in the general direction of where they
were going, then stopped to wait for her.

"Eh," she said, wrinkling her nose and following him. "I'll try, I suppose.
But no promises." Ginny laughed slightly, looking down at her feet as she walked.

He kept walking. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He inquired in a way that he hoped seemed
casual.



"If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't be going to your apartment, now would I?" she
said with a slight laugh. "The past experience with you would have been one of those warning
signals going off in my head."

"You mean no warning signals are going off right now?" That was a relief.

"Possibly," she said vaguely, continuing to walk beside him.

He turned, going around a corner. "...So... no unexpected hexing if I try something?"
He was being to the point, now. If he kissed her, assuming that she would allow him because she was
going to his apartment willingly, and she put some kind of fatal hex on him, he wasn't sure if
he wanted to go through with it.

"Are you saying that you are going to try something?" She retorted, a light smirk on
her face. Ginny laughed slightly, shaking her head. She turned the corner as well, looking around
the area to which they just entered. Ginny had not planned on hexing him, but if he got fresh with
her, she just might.

"Right up here..." He walked up the few steps that led up to his door, and took a key
from his pocket. Draco turned back to her, a grin on the lower half of his face. "I won't
promise anything, but if I was about to do something like that, would an advice columnist such as
yourself be able to give me advice to get to your heart?"

Ginny followed him up the steps, looking up at the building. She laughed slightly at his
question and then pretended to be deep in thought. "Nothing comes to mind at the moment.
Usually, I have to be able to know my toes are still attached to my feet to give out
advice."

He opened the door, then moved slightly so that she could enter first. "Well, then.
I'll get a fire going if you'd like, and maybe then you'll be able to think more
clearly. Excuse the bit of.... mess." His apartment wasn't exactly messy, but as he would
put it, 'cluttered' with papers from his store and other out-of-place items.

"Ah, once my feet are out of the snow I'm fine," she said, stepping into the
apartment and looking around. "It's fine," Ginny said, rolling her eyes a bit.
"You should see my place." Her apartment was littered with rolled up pieces of parchment,
broken quills, and the like.

He pulled his own coat off, and it was practically soaked from the snow. Draco hung it on an
old-fashioned coat rack a few feet from the door that they had entered. "May I take your
coat?" He moved towards her, hands ready.

"Will I get it back?" She asked jokingly, but took it off anyway and gave it to him.
"Such manners you've acquired!"

"Thank you, fine lady," he said mockingly, bowing slightly. He hung her coat, then
strode over to his kitchen table. "And just to ensure that you don't think I'm TOO
polite, I'll invite you right now to take off any other articles of clothing that you would
like. Preferably most of them."

Ginny smirked at him. Deciding to be a pain in the ass, she took out the hair elastic that she
had kept her hair up with. "My, don't I feel free now," she said, watching him walk
over to the kitchen table.

"Would you like something to drink? We didn't even have the coffee before.... I have
coffee, juice, strong alcoholic beverages..." He paused at the last one and winked at her
briefly, deciding to ignore her act of putting down her hair.

"Do you have firewhiskey?" She asked seriously. Why the hell shouldn't she have
alcohol? It was past noon and she didn't have to go to work or anything.

"Sure. Most important drink to have." He plucked a fairly large bottle of a clear
liquid from his counter, about three fourths of the way full, and took two glass cups out. He
poured a generous amount into both- what the hell, his store wasn't open tomorrow until later
on.

“Of course," she said with a laugh. "But usually a gentleman would lie to lady about
such a thing!" Ginny snorted, remembering the time that her grandmother had told her something
like that. She had been nearly eighteen at the time.

He shrugged. "Would you like me to lie and say this is water? Very funny tasting water,
that is?" He slid over to hand her a glass, and he took a gulp of his. Beck, what a horrible
day he had had at work.

"Go ahead," she said with a slight shrug, picking up her glass then taking a generous
sip. "I'm going to drink it anyway." She felt the liquor go down her throat. It had
been a while since she had anything stronger than butterbeer. Almost three weeks now. She's not
an alcoholic, if that is what you're thinking. She just...likes to go out and have fun once in
a while.

"Sit down, sit down," he urged, pulling a chair out at the table for her and then
plopping himself down.

"Don't get too drunk," he said with a troublesome smirk. "If you do, I'm not
liable for anything that goes on."

Ginny sat down, taking a second to roll her eyes at his comment. "Mm. Yeah, might be a bad
idea. 'Cause you might take advantage of me. Do naughty things. Then bum me out into the street
without my coat where I'd catch pneumonia and no one would fine me. Then I'd die."
Then I'd die." She always did have a vivid imagination.

"Of course not! Why would I do something as low as that? I'd drink just as much as you,
and then we'd have a wonderful drunken time. Over there." He motioned towards the bedroom
in his small apartment, and emitted a low laugh. "Then, of course, we don't HAVE to drunk
to make a trip over there...." Draco eyed her a bit too slowly.

"Hmm. This from the boy who is making it blatantly obvious that he is giving me the once
over," she said pointedly, shaking her head at him. She took another sip from the firewhiskey,
feeling warmed up from the cold outside. Hence another reason why she asked for the drink: it rose
your body temperature up significantly, so even a person covered in ice would get warm.

He drank deeply, then looked up. "Well, the boy is just wondering if the girl has the same
figure that she did when they were in school together... its hard with so many clothes,
though..."

Ginny stared at him a moment. "It's not like you saw much of my figure anyway."
She smirked, laughing slightly. "Do you still have that shirt? It was quite comfortable."
Taking another sip, she noticed her glass was less than half full now.

"I probably do, and you're welcome to try it on..." He put his glass down, now
empty.

"Hmm - maybe later," she said, looking at the contents of her glass and then downing
it. Ginny placed the glass down on the table then looked over at him.

"If I say... kissed you right now, would you be angry?" He asked boldly, leaning
towards her.



"I don't know," she answered truthfully. Would she be angry if he kissed her?
He'd done it before.

With that, he leaned closer to her, and kissed her. What was the worse that could happen by a
girl whose senses were dulled a bit by the drink she had. Her lips were all too familiar.

Ginny kissed him back, feeling like she was almost sixteen again and in a broom closet at
Hogwarts with him and not at the kitchen table of his apartment. The whole thing was kind of
weird.

He moved even closer, a hand moving towards her as he tried to deepen the kiss. Almost all of
the times that they had kissed had ended badly, and he hoped that this one would not.

Though her mind was a bit fuzzy, Ginny couldn't help but wonder if she was doing the right
thing. Despite this, she allowed him to deepen the kiss.

He pulled away slightly, reluctantly, and managed to murmur, "Let's move to somewhere
more comfortable..." It wasn't exactly fun in the position that he was leaning.

"Okay," Ginny said simply. She could always stop him later. If she wanted. And if she
could still manage a comprehensible thought.

He took a few stumbling steps towards his bedroom, then turned back to her. "You're a
big girl, now, eh? I don't have to stop for your own good?"

"Yes, stop. I still wear diapers and play with dollies," she said sarcastically,
getting up to follow him. "But should I stop this, since you haven't reached manhood
yet?" She was joking and it showed by the slight laugh she let out.

He shrugged, and headed into the other tiny room, waiting impatiently to follow. He had a small
un-made twin bed. It would be crammed, but there was not other option.

Ginny let out a breath. That boy didn't have a sense of humor, did he? She followed him
inside and looked around before standing there awkwardly for a moment. "Well, aren't you
going to take advantage of me or something?" She asked jokingly.

"If you insist..." He stumbled closer, and slightly bent his head for another kiss,
this one better than the last.

Ginny laughed slightly before she was cut off from him kissing her. Now that she thought about
it (for a brief second), she had come to the same conclusion she had about...five years ago: He was
a *damn* good kisser.

Draco shuffled his feet closer and closer to the bed slowly, waiting for the perfect timing to
migrate to its surface. His hands began to roam. “May I see your Chamber of Secrets?” he asked in a
rather naughty tone.

Ginny was a little disgusted by his remark, and was about to tell him so when his hands hit a
patch of uncovered skin. She pulled away at the cold touch (probably from being outside so long).
"You're hands are *freezing*," she breathed, slightly out of breath from all the
kissing.

He rubbed his hands together. "Well, then. Help me warm them up." Draco wondered why
this was taking so long.

Ginny saw the impatient look on his face. "A little anxious to get this over with?"
She asked him, eyes slightly narrowed.

"Not at all," he protested, holding out his hands. "I warmed them, care to test
to see if they're up to standard?"

"Hmm." Was her noncommittal reply. Being that she was totally starting to not make
anymore sense, Ginny just closed the gap between them and kissed him, her hands wrapping around his
neck and playing with his hair.

He couldn't wait any longer, and flopped back onto the bed, pulling her with him.

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2. The Next Morning
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CHAPTER TWO - THE NEXT MORNING

That morning....

Draco woke up considerably smooshed in his bed. The first thing that he realized was that he was
face to face with Ginny. The second was that both of them were completely at a loss for clothing.
The following vaguely ran through his mind:

Oh, shit.

He knew that she would be furious with him when she woke. He was stupid to have even tried to get
tangled with the matters of Ginny Weasley. Malfoy rolled out of the bed as gently as he could, and
pulled on pants and a shirt. After a bit of consideration, he left the shirt that she had stolen
from him all those years ago on a chair near the bed for her when she got up.

He then left the room and started coffee. Gulping down the bitter goodness that would help him at
least think a bit clearly, he rubbed his forehead as he watched to two empty glasses from last
night.

Her head was pounding. She felt like she had been hit with a heavy object over the head sometime
during the night. Ginny shifted slightly and realized that this bed was much smaller than hers.
Peeking her eyes opened, she groaned at the light, which made her eyes hurt. After a few moments,
she realized she was naked and was in Malfoy's apartment. Even though her head hurt, she could
figure out what happened. Ginny sat up and grabbed the shirt, pulling it on; thankful that it was
long enough to cover things. And to her luck, she also managed to find her underwear. Happy
day!

Now somewhat clothed, Ginny padded out to the kitchen barefooted and sat down at the table without
muttering a word. Rubbing her temples with her eyes closed, she waited a few moments before saying
quietly: "We slept together, didn't we?"

"I guess so," he replied in a low voice, not daring to look up at her. With a flick of
his wand, he poured her a cup of coffee, not remembering the type that she liked.

Ginny let out a small sound and pillowed her head on the table with her arms. She slept with
Draco Malfoy. 'Shit,' she thought.

"Do you remember anything?" she asked a few moments later.



"A bit. And you?" Flashes of it came back to him now and then. He pulled a hand
through his hair, remembering how Ginny had played with it last night.

"Once the head pounding thing stops I might," she muttered. Ginny did remember certain
things as the pain in her head began to lessen.

"You're not... er... mad at me, are you?" He asked, finally getting out what he
meant to say.

"Why should I be mad at you?" She asked, looking up for the first time since she had
awoken, though her eyes still hadn't adjusted to the light. "We were both drunk and
didn't have rational thoughts. It wasn't entirely your fault." Ginny took a sip of the
coffee, the bitter taste awakening her senses.

A sigh of relief flooded from his lips. Usually she could find a way to be mad at him even if he
didn't do anything obviously wrong. "Okay. I'm sorry about this whole mess."

"Yeah, me too," she said, taking another sip of coffee and emptying the cup. "I
should go...get dressed." This was completely awkward. Ginny stood up from the table and
walked back to his room to go collect her clothes.

He nodded in agreement, and waited for her to come back, wondering how things would be between
them from now on.

Ginny came back out fully dressed, though still wearing his shirt instead of her own.
"Um..." She said to get his attention, her face flushed red, holding up the remnants of
her shirt that she had worn the previous day. It had been ripped sometime during the clothing
removal process.

He looked up, puzzled at first, but then seeing her shirt. Or what was her shirt. "I'm
sorry. I'll..uh.. pay for a new one, if you'd like.."

"No, you don't have to," she said with a slight laugh. "I'm just going to
have to borrow your shirt for the time being."

"Alright." He wasn't sure of what else to say. He found it quite funny that five
years ago that was the shirt that she had stolen of his back... at least for a short period of
time.

Ginny looked down at the ripped remains of her shirt before stuffing them in the pocket of her
jeans. "Er...I better get going," she said, walking to the door before taking her coat
down off the rack and putting it on.

"See you." He muttered. How long had it been since they fought? Draco didn't know
the proper thing that he was supposed to do.

Ginny nodded, buttoning up her coat before walking out of his apartment. She stayed there for a
moment before going down the hall a bit and then Apparating back to her place in London.

She took off her coat, just dropping it on the floor, before flopping down on her couch. 'What
the hell had happened?' She thought, confused as how even if she was drunk, she could have
slept with him.

Draco sat at his table for quite a long time, thinking about Ginny, and what they had done. He
knew that he never should have suggested coming back to his apartment, knowing from previous
happenings with her how things always turned out.

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3. The New Year's Day Ball
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**THE DRACO AND GINNY SHOW - BY ASPARAGUS AT PORTKEY.ORG**

CHAPTER THREE - The New Year's Ball

The end of December was coming to an end and with it, the Ministry was throwing a New Year's
ball of some sort. They had reason for parties now that the Dark Lord was defeated. Ginny was roped
into going by her family. She really didn't want to go, but it was practically forced upon
her.

At the moment, she was standing at the ball, a glass of champagne in her hand. She didn't even
bother to dress up much, wearing a simple strapless black dress, her hair down straight. Every few
moments she glanced at the clock, waiting for a good time to leave.

Draco leaned against a wall close to the door, praying that nobody would see him and actually
want to talk to him. He was forced into this by an employee of his, who had Ministry connections.
Of course, most people would know that he was Luscious' son. It wasn't exactly to your
advantage to have your father be a Death Eater.

Ginny was brought out of her clock watching reverie when Hermione and Ron came over and began
talking to her. She was bored of the conversation in seconds, but then again, she wasn't in the
best of a mood. She had a column due the next afternoon and she had a feeling that someone she
definitely did not want to see. Ginny excused herself a few moments later and put her champagne
down on a table as she passed it as she headed towards the doors.

He looked around, wondering if he could at least find his employee, but spotted somebody else
instead. Oh Merlin. It was Ginny. And she was coming this way. He hadn't talked to her since
the incident happened, but rather just went on his life, thinking that she did the same. He turned
his head in the opposite direction, thinking that she might not think that it was him if she
didn't see his face.

Her brown eyes looked around and she spotted Draco. Ginny's eyes instantly narrowed.
'There's the asshole of the evening,' she thought. It had been weeks since the incident
at his apartment. She figured he would have at least contacted her or something to talk about what
happened, but no. He hadn't. And there he was trying to hide himself. Like anyone couldn't
see that hair.

"Prick," she said simply to him as she passed, heading out into the courtyard to get some
air.

Draco turned when she said the single word to him, no use hiding when she knew who he was. He
turned and followed her, infuriated. He thought that she wasn't mad at him after what happened.
"What did I do this time?" He asked crossly.

She continued walking inside, the thought of him not following her going through her head. She
would actually have preferred it if he hadn't. She stopped walking, turning around to face him
with an angry look on her face. Instead of replying, she simply slapped him and turned and began
walking again.

Draco's hand flew up to his stinging cheek, and walked quickly to follow her. "Ginny,
will you tell me why the fuck you're mad at me?" He asked, almost desperately.

“Why the hell should I?" She replied, without turning around. Ginny continued walking,
though slower than she would have preferred since she was wearing heels. In actuality, she would
have liked to run out of his presence and never see him again.

"Because I don't know what I did wrong!" He roared, moving ahead of her and then
turning to face her in hopes of making her stop.

"Why don't you think really hard about it and then get back to me?" She said in a
fake happy manner before pushing past him. 'Merlin, what an idiot,' Ginny thought.

"I HAVE NO CLUE!" He managed to get out in one breath. `Dammit, these girls are always
so *cryptic*. They tell you they're not mad at you, then they run away from you in a huff,
not telling you why they are mad at you. `

"WELL GET ONE!" She shouted back at him heatedly. He really was dense. "No wonder
you're single," Ginny snapped. "You just sleep with women and then don't even
bother to contact them after. Do you realize that I could have been pregnant? Which I'm not.
And you would have never known?"

"I didn't know you wanted me to *contact* you! You left in a hurry and
HOWAMISUPPOSEDTOKNOW?" It wasn't like she told him to get in contact to see if she was
pregnant. She seemed perfectly content with the 'see you around'. And they hadn't seen
each other around.

"What the hell? It's called common sense you dumbass!" She snapped, rolling her
eyes.

"Well, excuse me. I don't normally sleep with random women that I haven't seen in
five years! I thought you were disgusted with me, and didn't *want* to hear from me. YOU
could have contacted ME if you really wanted to." He glared at her.

"You're an idiot," she stated simply, still furious with him. Like she was going
to contact *him* about things.

"Well you're a totally unreadable girl who doesn't dare tell me what she wants from
me! You can't have a relationship without *telling* people what you want, and not letting
them do the hit-or-miss game. It's no wonder that *you're* single." He was fed up
with her now.

Ginny let out a sarcastic laugh. "You are un-fucking-believable."

"Thanks," he muttered tightly, just about finished with her. She was too much of a
hassle to deal with anymore. He stopped trying to follow her.

"I hope you die old and alone," she said, turning around to face him.

"I hope you die as quickly as possible. May I do it for you now?" He said, stuffing
his hands in his pockets and turning away from her.

"Are you sure turning around is a wise decision? A stiletto to the back of the head is
instant death," she snapped, crossing her arms. He was irritating.

"Just shut up. A perfect girl like you shouldn't be even lowering herself to talk to an
'idiot'," he said sarcastically.

"Fuck you," Ginny stated. Why the hell did she even talk to him in the first place? He
was such an ass.

He was too pissed off at her to care wheither or not he was being offensive. "Too late,
darling, you already did that," he growled, walking back to the party. He was ready to leave
and go home to sleep for a long period of time.

Ginny let out a frustrated cry, throwing her hands in the air. "Just so you know, it
wasn't that good!" She shouted back to him. Luckily for her, there was another door near
her so she entered, going back inside to grab her wrap and purse.

He rolled his eyes, and would be content if he never saw the girl again. She revolted him. He
left the party quickly, heading onto the street, deserting the guy that invited him there.

Ginny grabbed her stuff and let her parents know she was leaving before heading out to the
street, seeing Draco. "For the love of Merlin, can't you just disappear?" She vented
frustratedly.

"If it would make me never have to see you, then I'm trying love, I'm trying my
hardest." He ignored her, and stared straight ahead, to the end of the street where he was
going. He might actually go to a bar instead, he considered.

"Well, then, I shouldn't hope for it. You aren't that gifted in a lot of things.
You always seem to come up short," she smirked, following him since she had to go to the Leaky
Cauldron to go back to London then apparate.

"Thanks for pointing out my talent. Remember, this is coming from a girl that was the slut
of Hogwarts, sleeping with every guy she could, and then suddenly single once she got out." He
was almost there, thankfully. He needed something stronger than firewhiskey this time.

Ginny stared at him, mouth agape. "Excuse me?" She stated incredulously, now, if
possible, more pissed than she had been. Ginny picked up some snow from the ground and made a
snowball, chucking it at the back of his head. "I did not sleep around at school, if you must
know."

"Well you certainly weren't a virgin that night," he replied, turning to give her
a stony glare. He wasn't going to stoop to the level of throwing a snowball back at her.

"And how would you know that, assbag?" She snapped, shaking her head. Ginny had had
enough of this. She began walking faster, so that she could get to the Leaky Cauldron and get
home.

"No blood, for starters..." He kept walking as well, but just all the more eager to
get away from her.

"Ugh. What does it matter to you anyway if I was a virgin or not?" Ginny shook her
head. This was crazy. Why were they talking about this in the street?

"It doesn't. It just adds to my point of you being a slut, and my theory of you
sleeping around school. Its well known that you *snogged* around school, but Merlin knows what
you did in seventh year." He rolled his eyes.

Ginny shook her head. She wasn't even going to reply to that statement. He wouldn't
believe her anyway. "You're just jealous because I wouldn't give it to you. You had to
get me drunk to get me in bed with you." Hah. Looking up, she saw that the Leaky Cauldron was
less than a block away.

"Let me remind you that I didn't have to get you drunk to get you to my apartment.
There, you gladly took the drink. I offered water. Even if you *didn't* get drunk I could
get you in bed," he boasted, walking a bit more quickly.

“*Very* doubtful. In fact, it's impossible." She wanted to hex him so bad right
now. But she didn't, she just continued walking.

“I've gotten *you* to get me into a half-naked state before. And you were sober. If I
hadn't stopped you, we most likely would have gone all the way. And that day in my apartment...
well, you came to my apartment even though you know what happens when we're in a room together.
Either we fight our heads off, or snog our heads off. And you took the gamble." He raised an
eyebrow.

"Actually, you didn't get me to do that. I was doing that for personal reasons. I
wasn't going to have sex with you," she stated calmly. Finally. The Leaky Cauldron.

"'Personal reasons'. Wow, that makes me feel great. Ginny snogged me all those
times for personal reasons. I wonder what those could be." He waited her to go into the
building first.

"It was a bet between a friend of mine. We were trying to see if you did anything on legs
that was breathing," she smirked, opening the door to the pub and not even bothering to hold
it open for him.

"That makes me feel so much better." He entered after her. "I hope you got your
money from them when I fucked you that night, bitch." Draco didn't care who was listening
now.

"Hmm...I got it long before that. I didn't actually have to sleep with you. Just be
able to get an article of clothing off. Which I did," she smirked, rolling her eyes. She
stopped turning to face him for a moment since she had walked to the door to muggle London.
"Have a horrible life." With that, she opened that door and went outside.

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4. You Want Tin Foil?
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**THE DRACO AND GINNY SHOW - BY ASPARAGUS AT PORTKEY.ORG**

CHAPTER FOUR - YOU WANT TIN FOIL?

He sat down after that, staring into the distance and clutching a full glass, not drinking. He
just had to wonder, why was she mad at him after she took off his shirt, then? Why had she acted
like she wanted to go further. Now that he thought about it, the whole thing was probably a bet,
and made him feel like a fool. He should have never invited her to his apartment. Or for coffee,
for that matter.

Ginny Apparated back to her apartment, dropping her wrap and purse onto the counter. She sighed,
taking off her earrings as she walked to her room. She couldn't believe that she told him it
was a bet. It wasn't. She just lied to make things better for herself. Shaking her head, Ginny
changed out of the dress into a pair of comfy black dorm pants and a light pink tank top. Tossing
her hair up into a ponytail, she plopped down on the couch in her living room. Happy New Year to
her.

He finally brought the glass up to his lips. He believed her. He actually believed her. This, in
some way, was quite funny to him. He began to chuckle at himself, despite the strange looks he was
getting. He believed her. AHAHAHA. What a pisser! What a bitch she was! What a fool he was! AHAHA.
He apparated home himself before he would be dragged off to Mungo's.

Ginny turned on the television set to try to get her mind off things. She bit her lip, just
staring at the pictures that didn't make any sense to her at the moment.

Instead of heading home like he planned, Draco went elsewhere. Asking around a bit after
drinking the entire glass he ordered, he was able to find out where she lived. And so he stood at
her doorstep, eyes glazed over, pounding furiously at the door.

Ginny had been beginning to doze off on the couch when she heard banging on the door to her
apartment. 'What the hell?' she thought curiously, getting up from the couch and walking
silently to the door. Being that her landlord was a pain, he never installed the chain locky
thingies or a peephole so she had to open the door a little to see who it was.

"Malfoy? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Gimme my shirt back, whoreface," he snarled, trying not to look at her. It almost
burned his eyes, he was so infuriated with her.

*“What?”* She asked, eyes widened a bit. He was drunk off his rocker. Tiredly, she looked
at him and simply said: "Malfoy, go home."

"Give. Me. My. Shirt." He stood with his feet planted outside, not planning on moving
anytime soon. She had taken his shirt twice, and he wanted it back for good. "Or is it some
other kind of bet to see how long you can keep it?" He slurred, seeing red.

Ginny rolled her eyes, trying to be as patient as possible. She didn't know what kind of
drunk he was, but judging by the looks of him, he looked pretty pissed. "I don't have it
here," she said calmly. "I sent it out to be washed." Which she did, because she had
been planning to owl it back to him.

"YOU LIE." He barked. Why couldn't she just use a simple spell to clean it? She
was doing this on purpose. Oh, how he wanted to wring her neck right now, dig his fingernails into
the soft flesh... All of his thoughts ran together in a big jumbled mess.

"I'm not lying," Ginny said truthfully. "I'll send it to you when I get
it back on Thursday."

"I hate you." He muttered quietly. He turned to storm off but suddenly got extremely
dizzy. He sat, not caring if she wanted him to leave or not.

"Good. I hate you too," she replied, watching him sway on the spot. He would never
make it home without splinching himself or passing out in a gutter. She sighed, thinking that she
might later regret her decision. "Come on," Ginny stated, opening the door a bit more so
he could enter.

"No," he hissed stubbornly at her. He got a very faraway look in his eyes. "I
don't even know you," came gently from his lips.

"Yeah, well, I doubt you know anyone right now," She muttered, rolling her eyes. He
was a stubborn drunk. "You can sleep it off on my couch and then disapparate when you're
in better condition so you won't splinch yourself."

"No." He simply stated again. He just wouldn't go. He stood up slowly.

"Malfoy, just sleep on the couch," she said tiredly, leaning her head against the
doorframe.

"NO." He grunted, then murmered something about the Gremlins coming to devour him.
"I NEED that shirt."

"Sleep on the couch. I'll get you your shirt tomorrow morning." The drunk guy was
really testing her patience.

He didn't say anything, but tried to make it down the steps, stumbling a few times.

Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine. I lied. Your shirt is in my room," she stated
guiltily. Maybe then he would go inside her apartment, and she could lock him in or something.

"Get it, then. They're coming," he looked at his Muggle watch. My, my. Wasn't
he quite paranoid when he was extremely drunk?

What the hell was he talking about? Who was coming? "Well, come inside then. They won't
see you if I shut the door." Whoever they were, he was out of his mind.

"D'you have any tin foil?" He asked scratching at his head, still not wanting to
come in. He hated her.

"Yes," she said slowly, raising a brow. "Why?"

"I forgot where I live." He said simply. "And my last thoughts were about wanting
you dead."

"So, you want tin foil?" Dammit. He was confusing. What the hell was he on? Judging by
the smell, it was something much stronger than firewhiskey. Ginny shook her head. "Sleep on
the couch, Malfoy."

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