Gin
Who: Ginny Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Draco Malfoy
Where: Her Flat
When: August 11th. Her birthday
Subject: Birthday Surprises
Ginny wanted to get out. She was sick and tired of work and she wanted to have a social life for once.
Where: Her Flat
When: August 11th. Her birthday
Subject: Birthday Surprises
Ginny wanted to get out. She was sick and tired of work and she wanted to have a social life for once.
So when Fred and George suggested they go to the new bar in Muggle London, she didn't protest a bit. Besides, it was her 26th birthday. She needed to have a little fun.
Ginny, flanked by her two favourite brothers, strolled into Every Flavour, happily anticipating a drunken night of celebrating another year. The trio leaned against the bar, Fred whispering into the pretty bartender's ear. Ginny eyed him suspiciously as the bartender handed her a milky looking drink with a sly smile to Fred.
"What is it?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"The best birthday present ever. Drink up, little sis!" Fred smiled, clinking his glass to her's and his twin's. They downed the drinks. Ginny thought her's tasted like chocolate coffee with vanilla creme. She couldn't taste any alcohol. So of course, it was easy to continue drinking.
Awhile later, Ginny decided to get on the dance floor while Fred chatted up the bartender and George danced with a pretty blonde. As Ginny swayed, keeping a steady hold on her drink, a man's hands slithered around her waist. She turned and smiled. He was handsome.
"Hey beautiful." he grinned. American accent. Dark hair, even darker eyes. Hard body. Ginny was liking the look of this.
"Hi." the word was just slightly slurred, but she managed a steady smirk. He twirled her and dipped her. The songs were erotic and flowing. Handsome spun her quickly and her hand slipped from his. She slipped and bumped right into someone.
"Oops! I'm so sor-" she stopped as she say who she'd bumped into. Draco Bloody Malfoy. Shouldn't he be at some swanky, expensive nightclub where Wizards frequent? Not some Muggle bar.
"Watch it Weasley," he said with his trademark smirk. Ginny turned and began to walk away. "You know,in that outfit, you're almost sexy. Almost. Pity you're a Weasley." Ginny spun around before he'd finished his sentence and was next to him in minutes. The smirk she gave him was just as good as his.
"Pity you're a Malfoy or I'd have to actually care what you think of me." She flipped her flaming hair behind her naked shoulder and actually grinned. "Pity you're a Malfoy because you have a very nice arse." As she said this last bit, she wrapped her arm around his waist and gave said arse a light squeeze. The smirk slid right of his perfect face.
"See you at the office, Malfoy." she purred into his ear and sauntered away to find her brothers.
When she woke the next morning, she chalked the entire thing up to being drunk and desperately hoped Malfoy was more intoxicated than he appeared.
Ginny, flanked by her two favourite brothers, strolled into Every Flavour, happily anticipating a drunken night of celebrating another year. The trio leaned against the bar, Fred whispering into the pretty bartender's ear. Ginny eyed him suspiciously as the bartender handed her a milky looking drink with a sly smile to Fred.
"What is it?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"The best birthday present ever. Drink up, little sis!" Fred smiled, clinking his glass to her's and his twin's. They downed the drinks. Ginny thought her's tasted like chocolate coffee with vanilla creme. She couldn't taste any alcohol. So of course, it was easy to continue drinking.
Awhile later, Ginny decided to get on the dance floor while Fred chatted up the bartender and George danced with a pretty blonde. As Ginny swayed, keeping a steady hold on her drink, a man's hands slithered around her waist. She turned and smiled. He was handsome.
"Hey beautiful." he grinned. American accent. Dark hair, even darker eyes. Hard body. Ginny was liking the look of this.
"Hi." the word was just slightly slurred, but she managed a steady smirk. He twirled her and dipped her. The songs were erotic and flowing. Handsome spun her quickly and her hand slipped from his. She slipped and bumped right into someone.
"Oops! I'm so sor-" she stopped as she say who she'd bumped into. Draco Bloody Malfoy. Shouldn't he be at some swanky, expensive nightclub where Wizards frequent? Not some Muggle bar.
"Watch it Weasley," he said with his trademark smirk. Ginny turned and began to walk away. "You know,in that outfit, you're almost sexy. Almost. Pity you're a Weasley." Ginny spun around before he'd finished his sentence and was next to him in minutes. The smirk she gave him was just as good as his.
"Pity you're a Malfoy or I'd have to actually care what you think of me." She flipped her flaming hair behind her naked shoulder and actually grinned. "Pity you're a Malfoy because you have a very nice arse." As she said this last bit, she wrapped her arm around his waist and gave said arse a light squeeze. The smirk slid right of his perfect face.
"See you at the office, Malfoy." she purred into his ear and sauntered away to find her brothers.
When she woke the next morning, she chalked the entire thing up to being drunk and desperately hoped Malfoy was more intoxicated than he appeared.