Leigh!fic | Dances with Ferrets (1/1) | Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Title: Dances with Ferrets (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 915
Summary: Theirs is not an epic romance.
Author’s Notes: Written as a gift for shy_of_reality as part of hp_humpdrabbles' Humpfest 2013.
"Weasel."
"Ferret."
"Dance with me."
"I'd sooner kiss a chimera than dance with you."
"As always, your sweet words move me. I'm being serious."
"So am I."
"Really, Ginevra. It's the least you could do."
"Don't call me Ginevra. And why should I dance with you?"
"I am here, of my own volition -"
"Lies. Pansy would have cut off your bollocks if you'd missed her wedding."
"Of my own volition, where I have willingly allowed myself to be surrounded by a large number of questionable characters, all of whom have ghastly red hair. I have watched without protest as my best friend of nearly thirty years has allowed herself to be shackled to one of said red headed specimens for the rest of her life, and I have played nice with your excuse of an ex-boyfriend."
"Define nice."
"He's still breathing, isn't he?"
"That isn't saying a whole hell of a lot, Malfoy."
"Face it, Weasley. You are in my debt."
"I'm still failing to see your angle. This isn't my wedding."
"No, this is a tasteful, elegant affair thanks to the bride's influence. Clearly, this isn't a House of Weasley production."
"Gods, don't remind me."
"What, that this isn't your wedding, or that your sister in law is now Pansy Morgana Parkinson-Weasley?"
"That. Ugh. What a cow."
"Is that any way to speak about family, little Weasel?"
"Of course it is. After all, my blunder headed brother was the one who lost his senses and married the bint."
"No one ever accused him of an excess of intelligence, this is true."
"Oy, you shut your mouth. That's my brother you're talking about."
"Excuse me, but you started this whole 'my brother is an idiot' dialogue. I was merely agreeing."
"Yeah, well, don't."
"So, you're allowed to badmouth the Great Weasel, but I'm not allowed to chime in?"
"Spoken like an only child."
"Well, my parents could hardly top perfection."
"Good gods, stop talking."
"Dance with me, and I'll stop."
"...Promise?"
"On my honor as a Malfoy."
"There's an oxymoronic statement if I've ever heard one."
"Weasel."
"Ferret."
"Has anyone told you you're a real piece of work?"
"Many, many times -- ow! Malfoy, are you trying to jerk my arm out of its socket?"
"Dance, Weasley. Hand on my shoulder, there's a good girl now."
"I never agreed to a dance."
"So stomp away in a huff. I daresay no one will question why."
"Probably not."
"..."
"..."
"You've been avoiding me."
"That's ridiculous."
"Hardly a denial."
"Malfoy, why would I need to avoid you? Last I checked, I've never enjoyed the pleasure -- or lack thereof -- of your company."
"Liar."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Beg all you like. I might enjoy it."
"Which is why I won't be doing that. What are you on about, Malfoy?"
"Don't play daft, Weasley. It might suit your cadre of brothers, but it's not your best look."
"Malfoy..."
"You enjoyed the pleasure of my company last week. Quite a lot, if I recall correctly -- and I'm sure I do, as there are still nail tracks running down my back from your... pleasure."
"Malfoy!"
"There's no need to hiss like that, you're not a snake."
"Someone is going to hear you."
"Hardly, Weasley, you're an inch away from me. And unlike you, my vocal magnitude doesn't start at 'ear shattering.' Not that I'm complaining, you see -- a bloke never complains when he hears a woman moan his name when she orgasms."
"Oh gods, will you shut it?"
"See, I don't think I will. You might have avoided my bodily presence, but don't think I haven't noticed you undressing me with your eyes during the ceremony."
"I did no such thing!"
"I'm afraid you did, little weasel. It was quite disconcerting -- and effective. Lucky for you, I've know exactly where the most luxurious broom cupboards in the manor are. Or I'm sure we could make use of a spare bedroom. Pansy would hardly mind."
"We are not having sex again, Malfoy."
"Well, not yet, of course. We haven't finished the song yet."
"Not now, not ever. It was a one-night sort of deal."
"A one-night sort of deal that happened four times, perhaps."
"I was drunk."
"I will admit, you were a tiny bit intoxicated that first time. But the ones after that were all you and your sober judgement."
"Doesn't matter. I hated it."
"Yes, my ears are still ringing with how much you 'hated' it."
"Shut up, Malfoy."
"Clever retort, Weasley."
"I mean it. I didn't like it one bit."
"Oh, you mean you didn't like it when I did this...?"
"...Mmmmm. Oh gods, you have to stop."
"Do I?"
"Someone will see."
"Will they?"
"...No, you really have to...oh."
"We can fix that, you know?"
"...what?"
"There's are several empty rooms upstairs. They're cutting the cake soon, no one will notice if we're missing."
"..."
"..."
"Face it, Weasley. You want my body. I can hardly blame you, really. You're only appeasing that basic female instinct to go after the most handsome of wizards. Handsome, wealthy, an expert in the bedroom..."
"You, Malfoy, are full of yourself."
"I think you want to be full of me."
"... fine. Just keep your hands to yourself until we're out of sight."
"I accept your challenge in knowledge that my hands will be all over your naked body within minutes."
"Who says I'm getting naked?"
"I do. Your dress is... not the most unfortunate thing I've seen you wear, but it will look much better on the floor."
"Malfoy, you sure know how to charm the knickers off a woman."
"Yes, yes I do."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 915
Summary: Theirs is not an epic romance.
Author’s Notes: Written as a gift for shy_of_reality as part of hp_humpdrabbles' Humpfest 2013.
"Weasel."
"Ferret."
"Dance with me."
"I'd sooner kiss a chimera than dance with you."
"As always, your sweet words move me. I'm being serious."
"So am I."
"Really, Ginevra. It's the least you could do."
"Don't call me Ginevra. And why should I dance with you?"
"I am here, of my own volition -"
"Lies. Pansy would have cut off your bollocks if you'd missed her wedding."
"Of my own volition, where I have willingly allowed myself to be surrounded by a large number of questionable characters, all of whom have ghastly red hair. I have watched without protest as my best friend of nearly thirty years has allowed herself to be shackled to one of said red headed specimens for the rest of her life, and I have played nice with your excuse of an ex-boyfriend."
"Define nice."
"He's still breathing, isn't he?"
"That isn't saying a whole hell of a lot, Malfoy."
"Face it, Weasley. You are in my debt."
"I'm still failing to see your angle. This isn't my wedding."
"No, this is a tasteful, elegant affair thanks to the bride's influence. Clearly, this isn't a House of Weasley production."
"Gods, don't remind me."
"What, that this isn't your wedding, or that your sister in law is now Pansy Morgana Parkinson-Weasley?"
"That. Ugh. What a cow."
"Is that any way to speak about family, little Weasel?"
"Of course it is. After all, my blunder headed brother was the one who lost his senses and married the bint."
"No one ever accused him of an excess of intelligence, this is true."
"Oy, you shut your mouth. That's my brother you're talking about."
"Excuse me, but you started this whole 'my brother is an idiot' dialogue. I was merely agreeing."
"Yeah, well, don't."
"So, you're allowed to badmouth the Great Weasel, but I'm not allowed to chime in?"
"Spoken like an only child."
"Well, my parents could hardly top perfection."
"Good gods, stop talking."
"Dance with me, and I'll stop."
"...Promise?"
"On my honor as a Malfoy."
"There's an oxymoronic statement if I've ever heard one."
"Weasel."
"Ferret."
"Has anyone told you you're a real piece of work?"
"Many, many times -- ow! Malfoy, are you trying to jerk my arm out of its socket?"
"Dance, Weasley. Hand on my shoulder, there's a good girl now."
"I never agreed to a dance."
"So stomp away in a huff. I daresay no one will question why."
"Probably not."
"..."
"..."
"You've been avoiding me."
"That's ridiculous."
"Hardly a denial."
"Malfoy, why would I need to avoid you? Last I checked, I've never enjoyed the pleasure -- or lack thereof -- of your company."
"Liar."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Beg all you like. I might enjoy it."
"Which is why I won't be doing that. What are you on about, Malfoy?"
"Don't play daft, Weasley. It might suit your cadre of brothers, but it's not your best look."
"Malfoy..."
"You enjoyed the pleasure of my company last week. Quite a lot, if I recall correctly -- and I'm sure I do, as there are still nail tracks running down my back from your... pleasure."
"Malfoy!"
"There's no need to hiss like that, you're not a snake."
"Someone is going to hear you."
"Hardly, Weasley, you're an inch away from me. And unlike you, my vocal magnitude doesn't start at 'ear shattering.' Not that I'm complaining, you see -- a bloke never complains when he hears a woman moan his name when she orgasms."
"Oh gods, will you shut it?"
"See, I don't think I will. You might have avoided my bodily presence, but don't think I haven't noticed you undressing me with your eyes during the ceremony."
"I did no such thing!"
"I'm afraid you did, little weasel. It was quite disconcerting -- and effective. Lucky for you, I've know exactly where the most luxurious broom cupboards in the manor are. Or I'm sure we could make use of a spare bedroom. Pansy would hardly mind."
"We are not having sex again, Malfoy."
"Well, not yet, of course. We haven't finished the song yet."
"Not now, not ever. It was a one-night sort of deal."
"A one-night sort of deal that happened four times, perhaps."
"I was drunk."
"I will admit, you were a tiny bit intoxicated that first time. But the ones after that were all you and your sober judgement."
"Doesn't matter. I hated it."
"Yes, my ears are still ringing with how much you 'hated' it."
"Shut up, Malfoy."
"Clever retort, Weasley."
"I mean it. I didn't like it one bit."
"Oh, you mean you didn't like it when I did this...?"
"...Mmmmm. Oh gods, you have to stop."
"Do I?"
"Someone will see."
"Will they?"
"...No, you really have to...oh."
"We can fix that, you know?"
"...what?"
"There's are several empty rooms upstairs. They're cutting the cake soon, no one will notice if we're missing."
"..."
"..."
"Face it, Weasley. You want my body. I can hardly blame you, really. You're only appeasing that basic female instinct to go after the most handsome of wizards. Handsome, wealthy, an expert in the bedroom..."
"You, Malfoy, are full of yourself."
"I think you want to be full of me."
"... fine. Just keep your hands to yourself until we're out of sight."
"I accept your challenge in knowledge that my hands will be all over your naked body within minutes."
"Who says I'm getting naked?"
"I do. Your dress is... not the most unfortunate thing I've seen you wear, but it will look much better on the floor."
"Malfoy, you sure know how to charm the knickers off a woman."
"Yes, yes I do."