Why the hell not? (Ginny x Draco Oneshot)

Ginny x Draco (Lemon)

****This includes graphic sexual content.  Do NOT read if you're uncomfortable with that.***

"Dammit!" Ginny swore as she dropped the hot metal on the ground, her food flying to cover the kitchen floor. Ignoring the spilled casserole she used the back of her hand to turn on the faucet and submerged her hands under the icy water. With an appreciative sigh Ginny closed her eyes. Unbidden tears started to well in the corners. Why can't I be better at household things? How is it that mom can do this blindfolded and I can't do a single thing right? Taking deep breaths she calmed herself down. The pain had lessened enough that she removed her hands from the stream and got the dittany from the top kitchen drawer - she used it often. The relief was immediate. After cleaning up the mess she grabbed an energy bar instead of dealing with making food. Not long after she lay in bed, hoping to drift off to sleep so that she'd be well rested for tomorrow's match. Her wish wasn't granted.

Swerving between players and racing the dark haired man sweat flew from Ginny's face. He was catching up, his nose now level with her waist and she flattened her body the last inch to her handle. Stretching her arm she was about to grab the little golden ball when WHAM. A bludger rocketed into her elbow. With a pained cry Ginny let her eye off the snitch for a split second and it was over. Williams had won. Flying toward the ground Ginny landed harder than she'd planned due to the pain. Amanda pulled out her wand and pointed it at Ginny's elbow - heat and itching and then it was fine. All healed. Right after the captains shook hands the girls took flight and went their own ways. They'd discuss tomorrow at practice.

Stifling both a burp and a yawn Ginny looked down at her nearly empty cup. She'd demolished her burger and was on her sixth drink. Five was usually her limit and she frowned at this knowledge. Downing the rest of her drink she left the money on the table and stumbled out. Between her and the door was a group of rowdy guys. Fuckem. Ginny growled internally. After she and Harry had broken up (because she'd refused to give up on her career for a family just yet) she'd gone crazy with one night stands. Now though she was sick of them. It'd been over a year since her last one. Pushing past a dark skinned man she bumped his arm causing him to spill his drink.

"Bitch!" The man said angrily.

"Calm down Zabini. It's just a Weasel. They aren't worth it." A smooth voice drawled from the other side of the dark man. The voice more than the words made Ginny's vision focus on the man in front of her. Blaise Zabini. She hadn't seen him for years - he looked good. His good looks were marred slightly though by the ugly expression on his face. Disgust.

"Hmph. You wish you could land someone as amazing as me." She tossed the words out casually as this time she purposefully shoved Zabini. He almost looked as though he'd curse her but a pale hand grabbed his arm. Ginny refused to look at who she knew was Malfoy.  She didn't care if Blaise tried to curse her - she was confident that she'd win in a duel if it came to that.  Finally past the group she exited into the dark night.

Silently congratulating herself on getting under Zabini's skin (she'd always enjoyed doing so) she fumbled with her key. Suddenly feeling as though she was being watched she whipped around and stumbled backwards as she found that the stranger was very close to her. Her back hit the wall and for the first time in years she looked up into those grey eyes. Of course she'd seen him frequently enough during quidditch matches but she always purposefully avoided looking at him. Now ignoring him was impossible. His white blonde hair was longer than it'd been when they were kids though not so long that he could pull it back. His face looked older, perhaps thanks to the stubble that dotted his jawline. Those eyes though. They sparked with excitement and lust, boring into hers, captivating her. For the first time in over a year she wanted something and that something was him. Pulling her attention away from his face with difficulty she noticed the muscular arms on either side of her, pinning her to the wall.