An Unlikely Pair

A contemplative walk home
Anthony walked home from Ginny's apartment. The cool air on his face felt refreshing. It felt like a good time to think about what happened. He had never walked out on someone after he had sex with her. This was the first time, but he had no other choice. He would have gone mad if he stayed there.

He remembered how it had been Ginny that came on to him. He didn't know how much to drink she had already had when he arrived. But he couldn't resist her advances, not while he was already confused and intoxicated.

Intoxicated by her charm, her smell, her touch, the Firewhiskey they both drank, His mind couldn't think straight. He only knew that Ginny apparently wanted him and him being a man he couldn't resist giving in to temptation.

Ginny never was someone he would go for if he was sober, but now under the circumstances that had arisen this night she was the most beautiful girl... sorry woman in the whole wide world.

He had felt lucky that she wanted to be with a man like him, just a regular real-estate agent. It may only be a one-night-stand, it may be not.

He wasn't able to order his thoughts as well as he would've liked to, but he couldn't help being confused. He had already been confused when he met up with Ginny in that pub. Now he was even more confused. One thing was for sure, he was never going for a Gryffindor anymore, first it had been Parvati's pink restaurant scarring him for life and now Ginny had fallen asleep on him in the middle of a shag.

Was he such a lousy lover then? Why else would she fall asleep on him then? The answer came immediately. It probably was the alcohol in her system. He had known that Ginny had been drunk when he went with her to her apartment. He had been drunk too, but not as drunk as Ginny had been.

Sure he had felt that something had changed in the middle, but he hadn't been able to pinpoint what it was. Finding that she was vast asleep wasn't good for his ego, but at least it had sobered him up. He got dressed, tucked her in and closed the door on his way out. Ginny probably wouldn't remember him. She would remember the lunch they had together, about a fortnight ago, but nothing of the night they had now shared together. It was quite unnerving for him to know that he wouldn't be remembered.

As he neared home, more positive things came to his mind. Ginny had done more then giving his body the satisfaction it had craved for. She had given him more appreciation for his night with Terence. He regarded that night as one of the best in his life.

When Anthony finally reached his bed he had a smile on his face and fell asleep immediately, only to dream of Terence.