She kicked her shoes off, slumping down into her most comfortable armchair. Ginny was no longer at the burrow, she couldn't stand it there, and she needed to be alone. She needed to think. Her eyes roamed her empty flat, falling on the window. The curtains streamed inside, pushed by a cool wind.
A chilly draft swept into her house, causing a cold chill to run up she spine. She summoned a blanket over to herself, covering her body with the wool material. It was the blanket her mother had knitted her for her birthday. She smelled the blanket, reminded of home. Ginny closed her eyes, determined to sleep.
But sleep didn't come. Only the image of Draco's tall figure, his words echoing in her head. She grumbled, turning onto her other side. She would get him out of her head, even if it were the last thing she did.
Ginny got up, walking over to her refrigerator. She took out an apple, looking at the surface of it. Narrowing her eyes, she pictured it to be Draco's face.
"I will get rid of you!" Ginny grumbled, biting forcefully in the face of the apple. In some bizarre way, she thought by eating the apple, which resembled Draco's face, she would get rid of him. Obviously, it did not, the memory of him flooding her brain as quickly as she had thought it was gone. She screamed out in frustration.
I will not sit here and think of you! She thought waving her fist out at the window. Ginny abruptly turned to her Muggle television, picking up the remote, turning it on.
"Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!" the audience chanted. Disgusted, Ginny turned off the television, transfiguring a candle into a cigarette. She wasn't much of a smoker, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
She put the fag to her lips, taking in a long drawl of smoke. She choked on it for a moment, coughing up the smoke out of her mouth. Ginny stomped it out on the floor, not sure of what she should do next. She looked about her flat once more, her eyes flicking back to the alcohol cabinet.
Abruptly, she got up, striding over to the cabinet. With much force, she finally managed to open the door with one great tug. Inside laid bottles of various names. She had liquor of Muggle nature and Wizarding. She contemplated whether she should take the Oldgen's Fire Whiskey, or the Skyy Vodka her father had gotten her for her birthday.
She chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes narrowing as the cogs turned in her brain. Finally coming to the conclusion that the vodka wasn't as strong as the Whiskey, she pulled the bottle out. Her body immediately slumped towards the floor with the weight of the super-sized bottle.
Ginny groaned, setting the bottle on the floor with a 'thump'. She was about to go up to get a cup, but figured it wouldn't really matter since she would be drinking the entire bottle that night anyway. Throwing a careless hand over her shoulder, she unscrewed the top, taking a swig of the clear liquid.
It ran down her throat, scorching everything it touched. She liked the way it felt, but more importantly, it took her mind off of Draco. Flinching, she grasped the bottle with both of her hands, pulling it up to her lips again. She hiccuped, lightly covering her mouth with her manicured hand.
Laughing to herself about the way her flat seemed to swish before her eyes; she looked down at the bottle, not caring when she saw that she managed to drink one sixth of the bottle in two gulps. Taking another swig, she plopped down on her couch, picking up the remote. She flipped through various channels, stopping at the discovery channel's special on the Arctic.
"It's…" Ginny hiccuped, causing her verbal slur to stop. "SEA CHICKENS!" She managed to set the bottle on the table before pointing at the TV, falling into a ball on the floor. Her hair fell over her face, momentarily hiding the 'sea chickens' from view. She pulled her hair away, her hand feeling about the table for the bottle. Her fingers finally closed in on the base of the dark blue vodka bottle. With that, she pulled the bottle down, drinking another good two sixths of the Muggle liquor.
"Mmmmm, this is good!" she chuckled, a bit of drool running out of the corner of her mouth. She tried to stand up, but fell onto the floor as soon as she got as far as crouching. Crawling around her carped floor, she managed to scrape up a piece of parchment and a quill.
"I'll show em! I'll show him what a… a, TERD he is. No one messes with this Weasley!" Ginny babbled, flinging her quill around in a drunken stupor. She began to scribble furiously on the parchment, muttering a few curse words as she wrote, sporadically taking a drink of the vodka.
She doted her 'I', scrunching her nose. Ripping the plain bottom half of the parchment, she scribbled a quick note to Colin. Yawning, she flung herself back onto the floor. Her tiny cat scrambled over to the letters, pawing at them curiously.
Sitting up quickly, Ginny snatched the letters into her hand. "No, those are important…" Her cat tilted her head to the side, turning around, her tail held up directly so Ginny could see her rear. Ginny stuck her tongue out at her cat, calling an owl over from her window. It was Colin's eagle owl; he had graciously let her borrow it. She stuffed the letters in the owl's talons, passing out with a great thump onto the floor.
***
"Ginny? Wake up!" Colin shook her tiny body furiously. She had passed out on the carpet not too long before he had gotten her owl. Of course, he sped right over.
Ginny's eyes slowly fluttered open, an immense pain throbbing in her head. "Not so loud," she whispered, clutching her head. Colin scanned the floor with his eyes, letting them rest on the empty vodka bottle.
"Gods Ginny, you got drunk?" he asked, his eyes bulging. Ginny put her hand to his lips; her eyes rolling closed again. He looked down at her tiny frame huddled on the floor. In one swoop, he had picked her up and laid her down on the couch. Her tiny hand was flung over her forehead, the other lay holding tightly to a squishy pillow. Her cat jumped up, curling itself next to her legs. A soft snore emitted from her lips. Colin chortled to himself, shaking his head.
With that, he bustled about her kitchen, taking out a few eggs. The aroma of the cooking omelet drove Ginny to get up, clutching her head. She stumbled into the kitchen, looking at Colin like he was a ten-headed monster. He grinned at her.
"What? I'm just cooking eggs," he laughed, patting her lightly on her back.
"Why are you here?" she managed to mumble, rubbing her eyes zealously.
"You owled me to come over straight away. Apparently you wanted to show me this fabulous drink, but now I see it's done you in. Vodka isn't something to be taken lightly you know," Colin lectured, flipping the eggs over in the pan.
"I drank what?" she asked him, her eyes glazed over, shining.
"Vodka, the whole damn bottle too. I have to commend you on that, Muggle liquor isn't very light."
"Shhh for God's sake!" Ginny boomed, causing her headache to worsen.
"And why should I do that? You need to pay for your mistakes, and learn why you should never do them again, and this seems to be the only way you'll learn."
"Oh, shove it up your arse!" Ginny cried, stomping out of the room. Colin came in a moment later with a plate of eggs. He set it down in her lap, but the smell of food made her sick. She jumped up, letting the eggs splatter all over the floor, running quickly to her bathroom.
She sat, bent over the toilet, barfing up everything she still had in her system. Not bothering to pull her hair back, she let out another wave of puke. She managed to sit down on the cold tiles of her bathroom floor as she puked out everything and then some.
Colin appeared in the doorframe with a hair clip. He pulled up bits of chunky hair carefully with the rest up into his imitation of a bun. After hours of leaning over the toilet and having her back rubbed by Colin, Ginny was finished. She stumbled over to her shower, pushing Colin out of the bathroom.
She felt disgusting all over, and it was all because of that damned Malfoy. Ginny huffed as she washed herself in the cold water, which was pelting down on her back. She turned the knobs to the shower off, reaching for her towel. She wrapped herself in the cloth, her eyes darting to the window.
An owl was tapping furiously at the glass with its beak. Ginny rushed over, undoing the latch, which held it closed, pushing the window open. The eagle owl, who looked nothing like Colin's, dropped a letter onto the floor, swooping out the window as fast as it had come in.
Ginny bent down, picking up the letter. She gulped upon seeing the Malfoy family seal. Neatly ripping it open she unfolded the letter. She reread the letter over and over.
I will disregard you last note since I have a sneaking suspicion you were intoxicated. Let someone know when you're going to drink for you are illiterate and quite incomprehensible. I would prefer it if you refrained from calling me a 'nasty bastard', for I have a father as much as you have one. -Draco MalfoyGinny shrieked, dropping the note to the floor. What have I done?