♥ "You Dirty Little…" for seegrim ♥
Title: You Dirty Little…
Author: andlovers
Rating: PG-13
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: A tiny bit of foul language and alcohol consumption, but that’s all!
Author's Notes: I hope the recipient likes it! Thank you for such an open prompt! Also, thanks to my beta Emmy, you were wonderful!
Summary: Draco and Ginny are always trying to up each other in some way or another, however it is always Ginny who comes out on top and Draco can’t understand how.
You Dirty Little…
It started off as a practical joke; she had thought it would be terribly funny to test Fred and George’s new products on him. However, he hadn’t found it amusing in the slightest, especially not when his attire was changing every hour or so. At Lunch he was a rather cross looking pirate, during a particularly important meeting he was an annoyed clown, and by the end of the day he was a very, very angry Dumbledore. She had assured him; the red clown wig suited him much more than the Dumbledore-esque moustache he now sported.
He had scowled at her and stalked away, muttering something about ‘stupid muggle loving weasels’ and ‘revenge’.
That had been the start of it. The pair were always trying to up each other, in the most seemingly immature ways they could. But somehow, it seemed that luck was on her side, as she always got the upper hand and, beat him.
And Draco Malfoy was not used to being beaten at anything. Especially not by a Weasley.
----
“Hey Malfoy!” someone called, “Wait up!”
The man turned to see a small red headed woman rushing toward him, a large cup of coffee wobbling dangerously in her hands. He was about to turn away, when recognition him and he witnessed her trip, on what looked to be nothing, but he knew to be fishing wire. It was ingenious. Or so he thought, until he saw the coffee she had been carrying fly straight at him, it smacked him square in the head, the contents drenching him.
The woman looked up from her place on the floor, grinning.
“Oh, how clumsy of me.” She said, dusting herself off and walking past him. He couldn’t help but notice the added spring in her step.
A few moments later, after a quick stop to the bathroom and a cleaning spell or two, Draco Malfoy, walked into his office extremely disgruntled. Had she known he had placed the wire there? Had she planned it all, running after him, ‘accidentally tripping’? No, of course not, Weasley wasn’t that intelligent. He dismissed the thought almost immediately. Little did he know, he had been quite right.
Ginny Weasley sat in her own office, smiling to herself. How foolish he was, he wouldn’t know what hit him, and when he did, it would be far too late.
----
To execute her latest plan, Ginny had to pretend to be drunk. At the office Christmas party, this was hardly a mean feat, charming her wine into water was a simple, yet effective spell, which kept the beverage looking like it was indeed alcohol, but was as non-alcoholic as you could imagine. She snatched two bottles of Firewhisky from a table, performed the spell on one of the bottles, and then walked over to where Malfoy and his friend Blaise Zabini were conversing.
“I’m sorry to break this to you Malfoy, but I hate you.” Ginny slurred, waving the bottles at him.
“A little drunk are we Weasley?”
“Drunk? Malfoy, please!” She laughed, tottering around on unsteady feet.
“Honestly Weasley, you’re making a fool out of yourself again. I’m sure I’ve only seen you have one glass.”
“He he heeeeeeeee. Malfoy has been watching me! Zabini did you hear that!”
Ginny could have sworn Malfoys cheeks turned a light shade of pink at this remark, but couldn’t be sure. It was rather hard to see when pretending to be maggoted. Eyes rolling back and head lolling about couldn’t have been attractive, but it was a price Ginny was willing to pay.
“I could drink you under the table any day Malfoy!”
“I highly doubt that.”
Ginny sloshed the bottles down on the table, and with a flick of her wrist, two glasses flew at them. Draco ducked just in time before they almost pelted him.
“Whoops, silly me, sorry Malfoy.” The red head giggled.
“Have fun with this Draco. Weasley, prepare to lose” Blaise said through laughter.
“Oh, you’re laughing now Zabini, but you just wait!” Ginny said indignantly, shaking a finger at him, almost sticking it up his nose.
Draco grabbed the real bottle of Firewhisky and poured himself a drink. Ginny followed suit, with her charmed bottle.
“On the count of three! One! Two! Three!”
Draco and Ginny downed their glasses. Ginny pretended to wince as the liquid slipped down her throat. Soon enough, both their bottles were half empty and Draco was looking worse for wear.
“Listen Weasley” He drawled, throwing back another glass of whiskey, “You… you’re not that bad.”
Ginny couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Thanks Malfoy.”
By the end of the night both bottles were empty, and Draco Malfoy was sloshed. Ginny had quit pretending to be drunk long ago and was thoroughly satisfied with her actions watching Malfoy stagger around, slurring things to different colleagues and occasionally stumbling head first into things.
She however did feel a small pang of guilt when he ran straight into the glass door, thinking it was open. Walking over to him, Ginny grabbed his arm and hauled him up.
“C’mon Malfoy, lets get you home.”
----
Draco was in disbelief, how was it that he had been inebriated, when his tiny co-worker had been absolutely fine, in fact she had seemed to sober up with each glass of Firewhisky they had. Maybe she hadn’t been lying; maybe she really did drink him under the table. He meant that literally as well! There had been a point during the night that Draco recalled clambering underneath one of the tables. What he was doing was anyone’s guess.
He was sitting in his office, his head in his hands when an owl flew in, followed by another one, and another and another! Soon enough there were at least 7 owls sitting on his desk, all with various sides packages, flowers and cards.
Draco picked up the first one, which was a bunch of brightly coloured flowers, he slowly opened the card which read;
Dear Draco,
Thank you for the wonderful time last night!
I hope to see you again soon.
Love Shelley.
Who the hell was Shelley? And what did he do with her last night?
The rest of the owls packages were very similar, from different women, who were thanking him for his favours last night.
Ginny, who was outside Draco’s office door, smirked at hearing his squawk of shock and disgust at the last, singing, parcel. She waited a moment or so before popping her head in and feigning a look of surprise.
“Wow Malfoy, you really must have worked your magic last night.”
Draco’s scowl deepened, and Ginny quickly scurried out before hearing an inkwell smash against the wall where her head had been.
Laughter was all that could he heard from Ginny Weasley that day.
Malfoy was just too gullible, how did he not realise all the cards were written in the same writing?
----
For the next few weeks, Draco thought that maybe the childish feud with Weasley was coming to an end. That was until he saw her out on the town one night. She was at The Three Broomsticks, with a friend or two, playing darts. The red head hit the bulls eye almost every time. She was good! Draco was better.
He walked up behind her and whispered in her ear “Care for a game?”
Ginny didn’t turn around before answering, “You’ll lose Malfoy. Like you always do.”
And he did, miserably, he couldn’t even throw straight. Every time he picked up a black dart his arm began to feel unsteady and he missed the darts board many a time.
The woman laughed at him, if only he know her secret, she excelled at enchantments, and these darts were certainly enchanted.
By the end of the game he was furious, how could a WEASLEY always beat him?
He had to get to the bottom of it.
----
For many months, Draco saw neither hide nor hair of Ginny Weasley, work was incredibly busy in the New Year and everyone kept to themselves, trying to get as much work done as possible. That was until one day, when he was working on a very important piece of work, that she appeared in his office.
“Hey Ferret, you doing the Henderson case?”
Draco nodded, not looking up from his work.
“Well, I’ve just done some thorough research on it, and it’s basically done. So you can really just drop it if you like.” Ginny lied, smiling.
The truth be told, her boss had told her to inform Malfoy that the charges were being dropped and he could sum up his work and move on.
“You what!” Malfoy asked disbelievingly, this was just too much. Ginny Weasley had upped him in every thing he had competed against her for, and he wasn’t about to let her beat him at work as well.
“Well, that’s very nice of you Weasley,” He ground out, “But I am perfectly fine.”
“Oh no, Malfoy, I insist.” She flicked her wand and the neatly piled work floated over to the bin and shredded itself, “Have a nice day.”
And with that she left the room feeling mighty smug. How could anyone be so dense? Clearly Ginny wasn’t as smart as she seemed, or as talented. However she did have Fred and George as brothers, pranksters and rule breakers. She thought she might as well fit into that category herself.
----
It was a windy, autumn’s eve, when Draco Malfoy appeared on her doorstep. It was safe to say he did not appreciate being left out in the crisp night air. This definitely wasn’t the way he envisioned spending his Friday night. He needed to speak to her however, so there he was!
Rapping his fist on the door served no use; it only led him to knock harder… nothing, he began banging his fists against the wood, still nothing. He breathed in, to begin yelling, when suddenly, something started squeaking, “Hey! Hey! Knuckle brain! Try the doorknob!”
The tall and usually graceful man jumped awkwardly backwards, he had been standing on a now, very irate, enchanted doormat, hesitantly he stepped over the doormat and reached for the doorknob. Slowly he turned it, and the door swung open.
This was the first time he had been inside her apartment; it was a quaint little place. He mentally noted that the front door looked into an entrance hall, a set of stairs and down a wide corridor. Following the corridor, he found that it led off to a kitchen and eventually the lounge room.
This is where he found his colleague; she was sitting cross legged on the couch, absorbed in a book. It took Ginny about five minutes to notice the obnoxious man intruding; she looked up slowly, pushing hair out of her eyes.
“I wondered how long it would take you to figure out it was unlocked. No wait, let me re-phrase that, I wondered how long it would take Henry to get sick of your carrying on.”
“Yes, well… I’m sorry, did I hear correctly? Your doormat has a name?” He looked at her incredulously.
The woman merely raised her eyebrows at him and sighed, “Look Malfoy, just say whatever you have to say and leave. I don’t have time for this.”
“I need … I need to know…”
“Know what Malfoy? Know why it is that I am so fantastic and you can never win?”
“Well, I’d hardly say fantastic…”
“Malfoy, this isn’t doing you any favours. Say please.”
“Pardon, what?” Draco asked wide eyed.
“Say please. You know when you really want something and-”
“Okay Weasley! Ppplease?”
“Please what Malfoy?” Ginny asked, rising from her seat and walking over to him.
“Please tell me how you always beat me.” He said in a strained voice, attempting what he thought was a pleading smile.
Ginny looked horrified, "Malfoy, don't smile.”
“Wha-?”
“It Is both scary and confusing." She stated, matter-of-factly, before reaching up and kissing him soundly on the mouth.
He broke away from her, looking appalled as realisation struck him, “You dirty little-“
“Cheater, yes.”
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive in your fic (art)
The tone/mood of the fic: Light hearted to light angst.
An element/line of dialogue/object you would like in your fic: Ginny keeps winning. Draco can't figure out how. --Ginny's cheating. :)
Preferred rating of the the fic you want: Any.
Canon or AU? Either.
Deal Breakers (anything you don't want?): Nothing that needs an extreme warning.
Author: andlovers
Rating: PG-13
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: A tiny bit of foul language and alcohol consumption, but that’s all!
Author's Notes: I hope the recipient likes it! Thank you for such an open prompt! Also, thanks to my beta Emmy, you were wonderful!
Summary: Draco and Ginny are always trying to up each other in some way or another, however it is always Ginny who comes out on top and Draco can’t understand how.
You Dirty Little…
It started off as a practical joke; she had thought it would be terribly funny to test Fred and George’s new products on him. However, he hadn’t found it amusing in the slightest, especially not when his attire was changing every hour or so. At Lunch he was a rather cross looking pirate, during a particularly important meeting he was an annoyed clown, and by the end of the day he was a very, very angry Dumbledore. She had assured him; the red clown wig suited him much more than the Dumbledore-esque moustache he now sported.
He had scowled at her and stalked away, muttering something about ‘stupid muggle loving weasels’ and ‘revenge’.
That had been the start of it. The pair were always trying to up each other, in the most seemingly immature ways they could. But somehow, it seemed that luck was on her side, as she always got the upper hand and, beat him.
And Draco Malfoy was not used to being beaten at anything. Especially not by a Weasley.
----
“Hey Malfoy!” someone called, “Wait up!”
The man turned to see a small red headed woman rushing toward him, a large cup of coffee wobbling dangerously in her hands. He was about to turn away, when recognition him and he witnessed her trip, on what looked to be nothing, but he knew to be fishing wire. It was ingenious. Or so he thought, until he saw the coffee she had been carrying fly straight at him, it smacked him square in the head, the contents drenching him.
The woman looked up from her place on the floor, grinning.
“Oh, how clumsy of me.” She said, dusting herself off and walking past him. He couldn’t help but notice the added spring in her step.
A few moments later, after a quick stop to the bathroom and a cleaning spell or two, Draco Malfoy, walked into his office extremely disgruntled. Had she known he had placed the wire there? Had she planned it all, running after him, ‘accidentally tripping’? No, of course not, Weasley wasn’t that intelligent. He dismissed the thought almost immediately. Little did he know, he had been quite right.
Ginny Weasley sat in her own office, smiling to herself. How foolish he was, he wouldn’t know what hit him, and when he did, it would be far too late.
----
To execute her latest plan, Ginny had to pretend to be drunk. At the office Christmas party, this was hardly a mean feat, charming her wine into water was a simple, yet effective spell, which kept the beverage looking like it was indeed alcohol, but was as non-alcoholic as you could imagine. She snatched two bottles of Firewhisky from a table, performed the spell on one of the bottles, and then walked over to where Malfoy and his friend Blaise Zabini were conversing.
“I’m sorry to break this to you Malfoy, but I hate you.” Ginny slurred, waving the bottles at him.
“A little drunk are we Weasley?”
“Drunk? Malfoy, please!” She laughed, tottering around on unsteady feet.
“Honestly Weasley, you’re making a fool out of yourself again. I’m sure I’ve only seen you have one glass.”
“He he heeeeeeeee. Malfoy has been watching me! Zabini did you hear that!”
Ginny could have sworn Malfoys cheeks turned a light shade of pink at this remark, but couldn’t be sure. It was rather hard to see when pretending to be maggoted. Eyes rolling back and head lolling about couldn’t have been attractive, but it was a price Ginny was willing to pay.
“I could drink you under the table any day Malfoy!”
“I highly doubt that.”
Ginny sloshed the bottles down on the table, and with a flick of her wrist, two glasses flew at them. Draco ducked just in time before they almost pelted him.
“Whoops, silly me, sorry Malfoy.” The red head giggled.
“Have fun with this Draco. Weasley, prepare to lose” Blaise said through laughter.
“Oh, you’re laughing now Zabini, but you just wait!” Ginny said indignantly, shaking a finger at him, almost sticking it up his nose.
Draco grabbed the real bottle of Firewhisky and poured himself a drink. Ginny followed suit, with her charmed bottle.
“On the count of three! One! Two! Three!”
Draco and Ginny downed their glasses. Ginny pretended to wince as the liquid slipped down her throat. Soon enough, both their bottles were half empty and Draco was looking worse for wear.
“Listen Weasley” He drawled, throwing back another glass of whiskey, “You… you’re not that bad.”
Ginny couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Thanks Malfoy.”
By the end of the night both bottles were empty, and Draco Malfoy was sloshed. Ginny had quit pretending to be drunk long ago and was thoroughly satisfied with her actions watching Malfoy stagger around, slurring things to different colleagues and occasionally stumbling head first into things.
She however did feel a small pang of guilt when he ran straight into the glass door, thinking it was open. Walking over to him, Ginny grabbed his arm and hauled him up.
“C’mon Malfoy, lets get you home.”
----
Draco was in disbelief, how was it that he had been inebriated, when his tiny co-worker had been absolutely fine, in fact she had seemed to sober up with each glass of Firewhisky they had. Maybe she hadn’t been lying; maybe she really did drink him under the table. He meant that literally as well! There had been a point during the night that Draco recalled clambering underneath one of the tables. What he was doing was anyone’s guess.
He was sitting in his office, his head in his hands when an owl flew in, followed by another one, and another and another! Soon enough there were at least 7 owls sitting on his desk, all with various sides packages, flowers and cards.
Draco picked up the first one, which was a bunch of brightly coloured flowers, he slowly opened the card which read;
Dear Draco,
Thank you for the wonderful time last night!
I hope to see you again soon.
Love Shelley.
Who the hell was Shelley? And what did he do with her last night?
The rest of the owls packages were very similar, from different women, who were thanking him for his favours last night.
Ginny, who was outside Draco’s office door, smirked at hearing his squawk of shock and disgust at the last, singing, parcel. She waited a moment or so before popping her head in and feigning a look of surprise.
“Wow Malfoy, you really must have worked your magic last night.”
Draco’s scowl deepened, and Ginny quickly scurried out before hearing an inkwell smash against the wall where her head had been.
Laughter was all that could he heard from Ginny Weasley that day.
Malfoy was just too gullible, how did he not realise all the cards were written in the same writing?
----
For the next few weeks, Draco thought that maybe the childish feud with Weasley was coming to an end. That was until he saw her out on the town one night. She was at The Three Broomsticks, with a friend or two, playing darts. The red head hit the bulls eye almost every time. She was good! Draco was better.
He walked up behind her and whispered in her ear “Care for a game?”
Ginny didn’t turn around before answering, “You’ll lose Malfoy. Like you always do.”
And he did, miserably, he couldn’t even throw straight. Every time he picked up a black dart his arm began to feel unsteady and he missed the darts board many a time.
The woman laughed at him, if only he know her secret, she excelled at enchantments, and these darts were certainly enchanted.
By the end of the game he was furious, how could a WEASLEY always beat him?
He had to get to the bottom of it.
----
For many months, Draco saw neither hide nor hair of Ginny Weasley, work was incredibly busy in the New Year and everyone kept to themselves, trying to get as much work done as possible. That was until one day, when he was working on a very important piece of work, that she appeared in his office.
“Hey Ferret, you doing the Henderson case?”
Draco nodded, not looking up from his work.
“Well, I’ve just done some thorough research on it, and it’s basically done. So you can really just drop it if you like.” Ginny lied, smiling.
The truth be told, her boss had told her to inform Malfoy that the charges were being dropped and he could sum up his work and move on.
“You what!” Malfoy asked disbelievingly, this was just too much. Ginny Weasley had upped him in every thing he had competed against her for, and he wasn’t about to let her beat him at work as well.
“Well, that’s very nice of you Weasley,” He ground out, “But I am perfectly fine.”
“Oh no, Malfoy, I insist.” She flicked her wand and the neatly piled work floated over to the bin and shredded itself, “Have a nice day.”
And with that she left the room feeling mighty smug. How could anyone be so dense? Clearly Ginny wasn’t as smart as she seemed, or as talented. However she did have Fred and George as brothers, pranksters and rule breakers. She thought she might as well fit into that category herself.
----
It was a windy, autumn’s eve, when Draco Malfoy appeared on her doorstep. It was safe to say he did not appreciate being left out in the crisp night air. This definitely wasn’t the way he envisioned spending his Friday night. He needed to speak to her however, so there he was!
Rapping his fist on the door served no use; it only led him to knock harder… nothing, he began banging his fists against the wood, still nothing. He breathed in, to begin yelling, when suddenly, something started squeaking, “Hey! Hey! Knuckle brain! Try the doorknob!”
The tall and usually graceful man jumped awkwardly backwards, he had been standing on a now, very irate, enchanted doormat, hesitantly he stepped over the doormat and reached for the doorknob. Slowly he turned it, and the door swung open.
This was the first time he had been inside her apartment; it was a quaint little place. He mentally noted that the front door looked into an entrance hall, a set of stairs and down a wide corridor. Following the corridor, he found that it led off to a kitchen and eventually the lounge room.
This is where he found his colleague; she was sitting cross legged on the couch, absorbed in a book. It took Ginny about five minutes to notice the obnoxious man intruding; she looked up slowly, pushing hair out of her eyes.
“I wondered how long it would take you to figure out it was unlocked. No wait, let me re-phrase that, I wondered how long it would take Henry to get sick of your carrying on.”
“Yes, well… I’m sorry, did I hear correctly? Your doormat has a name?” He looked at her incredulously.
The woman merely raised her eyebrows at him and sighed, “Look Malfoy, just say whatever you have to say and leave. I don’t have time for this.”
“I need … I need to know…”
“Know what Malfoy? Know why it is that I am so fantastic and you can never win?”
“Well, I’d hardly say fantastic…”
“Malfoy, this isn’t doing you any favours. Say please.”
“Pardon, what?” Draco asked wide eyed.
“Say please. You know when you really want something and-”
“Okay Weasley! Ppplease?”
“Please what Malfoy?” Ginny asked, rising from her seat and walking over to him.
“Please tell me how you always beat me.” He said in a strained voice, attempting what he thought was a pleading smile.
Ginny looked horrified, "Malfoy, don't smile.”
“Wha-?”
“It Is both scary and confusing." She stated, matter-of-factly, before reaching up and kissing him soundly on the mouth.
He broke away from her, looking appalled as realisation struck him, “You dirty little-“
“Cheater, yes.”
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive in your fic (art)
The tone/mood of the fic: Light hearted to light angst.
An element/line of dialogue/object you would like in your fic: Ginny keeps winning. Draco can't figure out how. --Ginny's cheating. :)
Preferred rating of the the fic you want: Any.
Canon or AU? Either.
Deal Breakers (anything you don't want?): Nothing that needs an extreme warning.