This was written for Haz and Porsha's birthday challenge at The DG Forum. Happy Birthday, girls. ^_^
Catching a Train to Paris
"Remind me again why we're taking Muggle transit."
Draco slumped back into the plush material of the train seat while his companion, Theodore Nott, turned the page in the book he had been reading intently for the last half hour.
"You remember; I lost that infernal bet with Blaise and now I can't use magic for a month."
Draco sighed, crossing his ankle over his knee. "I'm not the one who lost a bet with Blaise, so I don't see why I need to be punished."
Theodore merely shrugged, resuming his reading. There was really no point in indulging Draco's sullenness when he was in one of his moods.
A moment of silence passed before the train's breaks began to sound, signalling the lumbering monolith's next stop. Settled in at the next station, passengers began exiting the train in an orderly fashion and, after a minute, the new passengers began to board, buzzing with excitement.
"Salazar's left nut!" Draco cursed suddenly, causing Theodore to glance up from his book and stare pointedly at his mate. "Don't look!"
"Huh?" Theodore jerked his head around to see who or what Draco was fussing over when Draco reached forward to tap at Theodore's knee.
"I said don't look!"
"Draco, hissing 'don't look' automatically makes someone look." The ordinarily unflappable ex-Slytherin schooled his expression before letting out a protracted sigh. "So who exactly am I not looking at?"
"The Girl Weasel just got on the train," he whispered, peeking around Theodore to watch Ginny Weasley search for a seat.
Theodore subtly turned around to glance at the redhead. "Doesn't your company sponsor the Harpies?" he asked over his shoulder, and Draco nodded with a grimace.
"That doesn't mean I want to talk to her or be seen with her."
Theodore raised an eyebrow then turned back to observe the redhead being closely followed by a blonde. "Hmm, she's with Lovegood."
Theodore set his book down on the empty seat beside him and stood, waving to the two girls, who immediately recognised him.
"What are you doing?" Draco hissed, and Theodore picked up his book and scooted over, taking the seat beside the window.
"I work for the Lovegoods now, remember? It's only polite to offer Luna and her friend seats with us."
"Bugger politeness!" Draco snapped, watching the girls fast approach.
"Now, now—" a smirk touched the corners of Theodore's mouth "—what would your mother say?"
"I hate you!"
Luna approached the boys first, smiling wistfully at Theodore as she fingered the empty seat. "Hullo, Theodore." She turned to face Draco. "Draco."
Draco simply scowled at the blonde and looked past her to regard the petite redhead with unmasked contempt.
"Come have a seat, Luna. Ginny." Theodore patted the seat beside him, which Luna took with a smile, leaving only the seat next to Draco.
"Thanks, Nott." Ginny then stiffly glanced down at Draco, who had yet to move. "Malfoy."
Draco let out an irritated growl before begrudgingly scooting over to allow Ginny the seat next to him. The two avoided eye contact; Ginny staring down at the aisle while Draco glanced out the window. While Theodore and Luna sat comfortably beside one another, Draco and Ginny couldn't be sitting farther apart—with room for at least one more person between them.
"So, what brings you both on the train?" Theodore asked, trying to cut through the tension. "Visiting Paris?"
Luna nodded, tucking her bag underneath her seat. "Ginny suggested that we have a Muggle weekend."
"We spend the weekend in Paris sight-seeing and shopping," Ginny said, smiling somewhat embarrassedly.
Draco snorted, turning from the window. "You can afford to shop in Paris, Weasley?"
The redhead instantly bristled at Draco's tone, straightening her already rigid spine. "I'm an accomplished Quidditch player, Malfoy. I make more than enough money."
"You don't make Muggle money," Draco countered, staring directly at the redhead, who had lowered her eyes to Draco's.
The two stared each other down in silence. If looks could kill, both former Hogwarts students would have been dead by now.
"Daddy received a fair sum of Muggle money for selling some of his artefacts last month," Luna said, interrupting the stare off. "We're using that money for this trip."
Draco smirked. "Bumming off someone else then, eh, Weasley? I'm surprised Potter's not with you, paying your way and holding your hand."
Ginny abruptly stood up. "Luna, Nott—it's decidedly chilly and unbearable in here right now." She glanced down at Draco. "I'm going to look for another seat."
And with that the redhead marched off, her head held high. Draco briefly watched her go before turning back to the window, appearing unperturbed by the entire incident.
"Would it kill you to be cordial?" asked Theodore, and Draco shrugged.
Draco briefly glanced at Theodore and Luna, who were both staring at him blankly. After a moment's pause, he settled back into his seat and sighed.
"So why isn't Potter here with her?" he asked, uncomfortable with the silence and their gazes. "Are the newlyweds not getting along?"
"Ginny and Harry broke up a few weeks ago," Luna answered bluntly, her silver-blue eyes glazed over as she indulged in her own musings. "This trip is to cheer her up."
Draco's lips twitched and Theodore let out a soft, disgruntled laugh. "Nicely done, Draco. Brilliant execution of foot in mouth."
"Do shut it, Theo." Draco glanced at his friend to see him sporting a knowing expression, which only made Draco bristle with indignation. "I am not going to apologise, if that's what that look you're giving me means."
Theodore continued to stare at Draco.
"I said no."
"Bugger this!" Draco said in a huff, rising from his seat. "I'm going for a walk."
When he finally found her, she was standing in the open-air observation car, leaning over the railing and watching the scenery fly by.
"Come to insult me some more?" she asked, not bothering to turn around.
"No." He joined her by the railing, dangling his arms over the side. "I can if you like, though."
"No, but thank you." When she finally turned to face him, she couldn't help but take in his sharp features and brooding appearance with a despondent sigh. "Good show you put on back there."
"What makes you think that was a show?" Ginny stared levelly at him, causing him to shift under her gaze. "So, you and Potter broke up? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I dunno." She shrugged. "Maybe it's because you've been ignoring me ever since I told you about the engagement." She lowered her eyes. "I didn't think you'd care."
"You thought wrong."
An awkward silence passed before she turned around and leant back against the railing. "So, why are you and Nott on a Muggle train?"
Draco rested his hip against the gate. "Theo wanted to show me the new villa he bought. He can't Apparate or fly because he lost a bet with Blaise. No magic for a month."
"And you agreed to come with him, not using magic?"
"I agreed to using Muggle transportation, not to limiting myself from using magic." When Ginny suddenly began to giggle, Draco snapped his chin up to meet her dancing eyes. "What is so funny, Weasley?"
Placing a hand on her heart, Ginny slowly quieted her sniggering. "I dunno. I just never saw you as someone who could so easily bend to the will of another."
"I'm not bending to his will! He's my friend and I'm willing to offer some allowances."
"I used to be your friend. How come I never got any allowances?"
Draco turned away. "Because you made your choice, Ginny."
"You know, Weasley—" he turned back to tower above her "—you are an infuriating witch."
"I am infuriating?"
"You think you can talk to me like nothing ever happened between—"
Suddenly the train came to a halting stop, causing Ginny to lurch forward and topple onto Draco. Frozen, the two looked into each other's eyes. Their bodies were pushed intimately against each other, with Ginny's arms on either side of Draco's head. In turn, Draco's hands rested on the small of her back, just above the waist of her jeans. He felt every curve of her body and every sinewy muscle of his reacted against her—taut and aching.
"Weasley, get off me!"
"I'm trying to, but—"
"Get off, now!"
"Great Godric, Malfoy, what is your—" Then she felt it; a hardness against her thigh, the cause of his discomfort. "I..."
His hand felt surprisingly warm as he reached out to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her back down onto him. Full, insistent lips sought hers and she gave in without thought, matching his feverish pitch with her own. Eyes shut tight; a soft moan escaped her lips as she ran her fingers through his silky hair. His hold on the back of her neck tightened possessively, while his free hand travelled from her waist to the round orbs of her arse, lifting and squeezing, pressing her in as close as possible.
Theodore cleared his throat at the spectacle in front of him, and Draco and Ginny immediately scrambled to their feet. Both began feverishly wiping the dust off their clothes, shooting Theodore guilty and furtive glances.
"We're almost in Paris," Theodore announced, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I wanted to ask you—" he glanced at Ginny "—and Luna to stay as guests at my villa whilst on your weekend vacation."
"That would be lovely, Nott," Ginny said, blushing profusely—not at Theodore's offer. "Thank you."
Theodore inclined his head courteously and turned to leave. Once the door closed behind him, Draco regarded Ginny with a mischievous grin.
"So, bumming off someone else again, eh, Weasley?"
Ginny lifted a red eyebrow and folded her arms beneath her breasts. "You don't mind, do you?"
"No, not really." He shrugged indifferently and then straightened out his collar before bringing his hand back and landing it hard on the redhead's arse. "You have a rather nice bum, Weasley."
Author Notes: This was written whilst on a train, oddly enough. And, yes, this is a sequel to one of my DG drabbles, I Am A Rock, in Fire and Ice Drabbles.