A Shameless Plea

[mugglechump]

Hey, who wants to write me a drabble? *puppy eyes* Come on, you know you want to. A little D/G fluff is all I ask. My fluff-o-meter is on 'E'!

That's right, I have no shame. I will beg for fic. I'm not proud. My friends write good stuff.

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Ye ask and ye shall be answered. But don't expect this to be a regular thing. I'm usually terrible with drabbles. I'll let you judge the quality of this one. (For the inspiration, see my earlier post, in which I stress about buying shoes.)

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It was only two in the afternoon, but Ginny Malfoy needed a drink. She poured herself a glass of sherry from the bottle in the discreet cabinet in her sitting room. She was still adjusting to the idea that she had a sitting room of her own, stocked with sherry, or anything else she might want to partake of, and that her sitting room was just one of twenty rooms in the wing of Malfoy Manor that she and Draco occupied. The drawing room alone was larger than the entire ground floor of the Burrow. It was quite disconcerting.

At the moment, though, Ginny's thoughts of the Manor were not nearly as disconcerting as her thoughts of the pair of shoes that were sitting on one of the antique coffee tables, taunting her. She had seen them that morning while walking through Diagon Alley, and had tried them on despite their price, which was likely more than her brother Ron made in an entire month as an Auror. But the shoes were chic and strappy, and made her legs look about a mile long, and she could almost imagine how Draco would react when she wore them, so she bought them anyway.

Now, she was having second thoughts. Ginny put the shoes on, and contemplated them in one of the mirrors conveniently placed around the room. They were beautiful, but there were so many other things she could do with money like that--useful things she could buy, or she could even give the money away to a good cause and it would be much better spent.

'Dear Merlin!' Ginny thought. 'What was I thinking?' She had just about decided to return the shoes when Draco walked in.

"Gin, have you seen my..." he began, then he saw her and stopped in his tracks. There was a long silence, then, in which Ginny held her breath. Finally, Draco asked, in a slightly strained voice, "New shoes?"

Ginny nodded very slightly. Draco looked her up and down once, then he made his way across the room so fast that Ginny thought he must have Apparated. He kissed her so fiercely that she thought she might explode. After what seemed like both an eternity and an instant, he pulled away.

"I like them," he said, embracing her once more.

"Maybe I'll keep them after all," Ginny thought briefly, before her thoughts were consumed entirely by her husband and much more pleasurable things.

[mugglechump.livejournal.com]

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You are awesome! Thank you so much! I love it! Ginny's indecision is wonderful, I can almost hear her conscience speaking to her in her mother's tone of voice.

[embe11ished.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you like it! I thought of her conscience as being a combination of Molly and Hermione. But I guess Draco is the devil sitting on her other shoulder, and he outweighs both of them!

[mugglechump.livejournal.com]

she could even give the money away to a good cause

Yes, I can see the Hermione in Ginny's thought process. Draco is lovely. He couldn't care less how much she spent on those shoes, as long as the reaction the evoke from him is rewarded!