Rating:
R
House:
Astronomy Tower
Characters:
Draco Malfoy Ginny Weasley Padma Patil
Genres:
Romance General
Era:
Multiple Eras
Stats:
Published: 07/05/2004
Updated: 07/05/2004
Words: 3,991
Chapters: 1
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Girl Play

raindrop

Story Summary:
Draco Malfoy - painter and casanova - is into more girls than he actually can handle. Three girlfriends at the same time? And they're all getting suspicious... Draco is also given a mission by Millicent. Is this more than he can handle?

Chapter 01

Chapter Summary:
Draco Malfoy - painter and casanova - is into more girls than he actually can handle. Three girlfriends at the same time? And they're all getting suspicious... Draco is also given a mission by Millicent. Is this more than he can handle? 1/2
Posted:
07/05/2004
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Author's Note:
Huge thanks to my betas, of course.. :) Do please read and review, and I'll be happy until next Christmas :)


Girl Play

"Tell me, Draco," Pansy Parkinson said to me, as I was eating my dessert at a very fancy restaurant in Muggle London. "Have you ever had a relationship that lasted for more than two months?"

"Most certainly, Pans," I replied, licking ice- cream off my lower lip. "What, you don't believe me?" My eyes met hers across the table, and her eyes told me that no, she didn't believe me. "Well," I said, leaning back in my chair, trying to make her change her mind staring intensely at her. "If you put together all the girls I'm currently dating, I'm sure it is much more than two months."

"I'm talking one girl, at one time, not with you shagging all of her friends as well."

"Fuck off, Pansy, what's up with you today? First you drag me here to a -" I waved my hands around the table as if I suddenly had lost all control of my body "-fancy smancy restaurant in sodding Muggle London."

Pansy gave me a wild look as if I'd cried out I was going to bomb the place and blame it on her.

"And then you have the nerve to start asking me about my fucking love-life?"

I trained my eyes at her, trying to ignore her eyes trying to bore their way into my thoughts.

Then I put on my most fake sympathetic look and said: "Is Marcus still giving you a hard time? I've said it before, and I say it again, Pans. We're friends - let's keep it that way. No jumping around in others beds, right?"

"Sod you, Draco. This has got nothing to do with me and Marcus, and the day I actually thought about sleeping with you, came and passed five years ago. You're nothing but a spoiled twit that thinks that he can shag himself to happiness."

"But I can, Pans."

"You're twenty-five, Draco. Don't you think it's about time to leave the whole Casanova-life behind? Grow up? Find a girl you actually manage to keep for a while?"

Oh for Christ's sake, what was she up to now? Next thing I'd know would be that she'd already found me a girl I could marry.

"Look, just because you've got children and an unhappy marriage doesn't mean I have to as well. You've gone all moral and stuff, Pans, no more fun with you. You mingle with Muggles, work for the bloody Ministry and go to 'Anonymous Death Eater Meetings' - and now here you go worrying about my love-life. I really don't know what to think of you anymore, Pansy."

She had a hurt look on her face.

"I'm only trying to make you understand that it's more to life than getting laid, Draco."

"Sod that," I replied, and downed my drink. "I've found my way of living, and so have you. And look who's happy and who's not." I got up from my chair, and gazed at her. "Thank you for the meal and the talking, Pans. See you around."

With that I left her and the restaurant behind. I didn't need a failure to tell me what to do with my life. Hell no! I am Draco Malfoy. Anyone who carries that name doesn't need help with anything.

Well, there's always something. But nothing that's worth to mention. Except perhaps how to get the fuck out of Muggle London.

"Mister? Mister," I turned around and looked at a little girl, probably about twelve years of age, who was looking at me.

"Yes?" I asked, doing everything in my power trying not to be touched by a Muggle.

"D' you mind?"

"Mind what?"

"Move!" She glared at me. "Move! Over!"

"You know what, you stupid cunt, yes I do mind. There is plenty of space available around me, and there is no fucking reason I should have to move an inch from exactly where I am standing. So stop acting like the sodding stupid creature you are and use the few highly necessary steps it would take to go around me, because I'm fucking planning to stand here all bloody day."

Then the girl grinned. Grinned! Here I was, aged twenty-five, harassing a girl more than half my age with nasty words that should never had been thrown at her, and she fucking grins!

"You want to take a coup of coffee?" she asked, looking coy.

"Hell no," I said, narrowing my eyes. "Go take a coffee with your father, girl. That would be much safer - for the both of us."

"Malfoy, where has the adventure in you gone?" I must have looked completely lost, at least I felt like it. Who was this? The girl rolled her eyes, and smiled. "It's me. Millicent!"

"What is this; Slytherin-day in Muggle-London? What the fuck are you doing impersonating a twelve year old here anyway?"

"Trying out potions, naturally. Only problem is that I don't know how long this one will last. When it works out I'll stand out like a git wearing nothing, but too small clothes and no make up what so ever, so hopefully I still have time."

"I think I see some of your original hair under there," I lied easily as I narrowed my eyes looking rather worried about her hair. "You should probably head back to the Magical World before something awkward happens."

She grinned, and gazed at me.

"You're lost, aren't you."

"Fuck me, no."

"You have no idea where to go."

"Look, I'm in total control." Her gaze was intense. My shoulders fell, and I felt very small. "Okay, care to tell me?"

"Only if you do me a favour."

I don't usually do favours, but Millicent is a girl whom I owe a lot. She took my silence for a yes. "Break Pans and Marcus up."

"What?! Are you insane? That's more than one favour! That's shitty... That's a shitty job! I'm not doing it - at least not for nothing." I looked at her, rating her with my eyes. "How do I sodding know it's you, anyway," I asked, feeling vulnerable. It was a possibility that it wasn't Millicent, after all. She do know a little about potions, but you can never be too sure. I can't, anyway.

"Of course it's me," she said rather offended. "I know about your pink teddy bear that you kissed each night before you went to sleep at Hogwarts."

Well, obviously it had to be Millicent, as I surely hoped that nobody else knew about Eddie, my pink teddy.

"You know... That potion you took... Doesn't happen to be named 'Polyjuice'?"

According to her face it was, yes.

"Do you want to find your way out of here or not?" Offending little Millicent is never too clever.

"I'd love to. I can't just simply split Marcus and Pansy up, they are a resilient couple you know. Marcus has slept with half of Diagon Alley but still Pans hasn't left him. And obviously she will not even consider kissing me, so we're stranded."

"For Christ's sake, Draco! Not everything is about sex! What ever happened with the cunning Draco. The Draco I knew at Hogwarts? You can do better, you know. You said it yourself - the human mind is easily corrupted."

Yes, yes, yes. I'm brilliant with words. What else is new?

"I'll think about it," I said, narrowing my eyes at the little girl with blond curly hair and blue eyes. She was as far away from Millicent it was possible to get. "Why are you so keen at splitting them up anyway?"

"None of your business."

"I believe it is. I am, after all, going to pull some serious leg at two of my friends." Yes! Ten points for me! Stake through the heart! Damn, she's not a Vampire.

"Give me your word you'll think about it, yeah?" Giving words are dangerous matters. It is magical, and it's sodding difficult to break it.

"Yeah," I said. "I give you my word."

"Superb! Oh yes, the Leaky Cauldron is over there," Millicent said and pointed a small finger across the street and then she waved it slightly to the left. "Just look around a little, you'll find it." Fucking typical. I could have found my own way out without giving away my precious word. Something tells me she knew that. Clever witch.

:::

It's strange how incredibly fucking difficult it is to get rid of your girlfriend, when you're expecting another one. Especially Ginny Weasley. She's trying hard to be the rebel of the Weasley- family, and she's the Queen of Rebels in my stock of girlfriends. She just doesn't know it herself. She's stubborn and curious about everything I say, and this particular day she was sitting in bed looking at a picture of my cousin, who lives in Russia, and me.

"Who is she?" Ginny asked, looking up at me as I was drying my hair with a towel.

"I already told you," I snapped back. "Tatjana, my cousin from Russia. Big country. Go east for a while until they talk strange."

She gazed at me.

"They talk strange in Norway and Sweden too, you know. Not to talk about France. All over Europe, really..."

"Sod me, Gin. I know they do. It is not like you could walk to Russia anyway, now is it? You live on a fucking island, girl." I had stopped drying my hair, but continued after I'd shut her up. Ginny is just too smart. She knows too much, speaks too many languages, is too interested in geography and history and just too fucking annoying.

"Well, excuse me," she said, offended and laid the picture down at the bed. "Why are you stressing so bad, anyway?"

"I'm not. It's just that I'm expecting a... man. He's going to look at my paintings, you know. A critic."

I do art. Sometimes. When I'm really, really bored, and need a new girlfriend. As for what I said to her; I wasn't lying. Well, it was a woman who I was expecting. But I'd promised Padma that she could come around afterwards, and it would not really look too good if Padma met Ginny in the door, now would it.

Don't get me wrong, Padma and I have a very healthy relationship. Padma knows about Ginny, just as I know about Oliver Woods. He was a captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team once. Apparently, he's a star now. I gave up Quidditch long time ago. Anyway, back to Padma. Yes, Padma knows - but Ginny doesn't. Then again, neither of them knows about Lavender Brown either. Typically me - I always have my finger in too many honey jars.

"Draco, darling..."

I turned away from the mirror and looked at her. I knew that voice. She was going to ask me something serious. She looked at me as if she was a puppy and I was the owner that was just about to slice her head off. "People talk."

"Yes, I know, Ginny. That's what makes human beings so special."

"Fuck off, Draco. I'm serious." She was angry all of a sudden. This was dangerous. "People say that you... that you..." She was swallowing hard as if she really didn't want the words to escape her lips. "People say that you've got other girlfriends than me as well." Well, people are right then.

"What?! That's outrageous! Oh my God, Ginny." Hm, did that sound too much? I mean, the bird had to know that my feelings for her were not too strong. "I would never do that, Gin. You know that, right?" I was down on my bloody knees, for crying out loud, in front of the bed. I had captured her feet in my hands, and my eyes were almost wet with tears. Shite, I'm good. Then she shrugged. Shrugged! That was outrageous.

"I don't know what to believe anymore, Draco. You seem so distanced, so..." She sighed. "You're always busy these days." I wanted to cry out that the world didn't fucking revolve around her, and that I actually had a sodding life that didn't shitty include her. I held my tongue.

"I'm just busy with painting, you know. I've got a new model and everything... Opening a new studio..." I was hoping this was enough for her to stop boring me, but no.

"Yes, I know, but I need some time with you too, you know. I am your girlfriend, don't I have got a right to that?" Right? Who's talking about sodding rights here? She didn't have the sodding right to tell me what to do. No right to tell me with who and when to do it neither! What was I supposed to do? Write down 'spend the day with Ginny' in my book like just any ordinary, boring person? I'm not like that!

"I'll make it up to you, just..."

"When?" Fuck Ginny Weasley. Really, really, really fuck her. She was digging like a little monster, never giving up. Shite.

"I can't tell right now. But I swear, I haven't got any other girlfriends than you." I gave a small laugh as if it was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

"Can you give me your word for it?" What the fuck was it with people and sodding words these days?! I couldn't give her my word for it! It would ruin my magnificent life!

"I can give you a kiss for it," I grinned as I leant over and kissed her on her lips. As usual, Ginny giggled and her cheeks went hot. Ginny did this every time I took the initiative to do something sweet. "But now you really have to go." Happy and in the belief that I didn't cheat on her, Ginny left the flat with a grin on her face. I left a few minutes after her, wearing my very best cloak and a serious look on my face.

I was, after all, a serious artist, with high opinion about myself, and my work. Therefore, I never could have foreseen what the critic was about to say about my work. Never in a lifetime.

:::

"It's... queer." I glared at the art- critic. "Yes... Mr. Malfoy, this is a piece of queer art."

"Queer?!" I hissed. "Mind you, I don't do fucking queer art." The art-critic gave me a look that a parent gives his four year old son if he is annoying. First of all the git was a man, not a woman as I'd expected.

"It's odd. Odd. Strange. Curious. Funny." He tilted his head to one side. "Peculiar. And ..."

"Let me guess... Queer?" I interrupted him. "This is completely meaningless, Mr. Foye. You haven't given me any constructive..."

"What is that?" Mr. Foye pointed at a painting and titled his head to the other side.

"What does it bloody look like to you?"

"I can see what it looks like. But what is it?" I gazed at Mr. Foye and could not really understand that he was my kind - a wizard, living in my world. Not a monkey, who had escaped from the Muggle- zoo, and learned how to talk and behave around civilised people.

"It's a fucking girl holding a bloody flower while she's ruddy wearing a small red dress. Or perhaps you see something else?" Mr. Foye turned and glared at me.

"Mind your tongue, Mr. Malfoy."

"I will, if you mind yours." Mr. Foye took off his glasses and put them carefully in his pocket. He was clearly getting ready to leave, but still he had not given me any criticism that I could cope with. "Are you done?"

"Mr. Malfoy," he began, and looked up in the ceiling as if he would find words to express himself easier, if he did so. "You still have much to learn. You must mean something with your paintings. Have an idea, have a political meaning..."

"Should I paint dead Muggles then, Mr. Foyle?"

"Not necessary. The red dress," he said, and pointed at the painting of a red-haired girl without a face who was holding a flower, "could for example mean something else than just a dress... Are you even listening to me, Mr. Malfoy."

"Not really, no," I hate criticism. They don't know how much I've been working on this, and then they arrive and suppose to tell me what to bloody do, to make it better.

"You will not be world champion without trying."

"Not planning to either," I said, walking closer to a painting of an almost naked brown haired girl. She was wearing a teeny bikini and was faceless. I didn't paint the girls' faces. They wouldn't have minded, but if I had, I would have shown the entire world, who I was shagging. To be perfectly honest; I was really terrible when it came to painting those shitty faces anyway.

"I'm quite done here," Mr. I- Know- Everything- Foyle said and with a grim smile he left me standing there in my own studio. Fuck him. I heard the low sound of his footstep disappear, just to be replaced with high-heeled sounding footsteps. In came Padma Patil.

"Wha', you started painting ol' men too, darlin'?" I despised her 'Oooh, I'm just so cool because I've been in the USA' for a few years way of talking.

"You're not in Texas now, Pad. This is England. You know, Great Britain."

"Europe, The World, The Universe," Padma mocked me, throwing her hands in the air, rolling her eyes. "And it wasn't Texan either, you know."

"What ever, it doesn't suit you." I stood there, waiting for her to approach me. She didn't move. "What, are you here to break up with me?" I asked, sounding much more serious than planned.

"No, not really," she said, walking slowly, but firmly, against me. "I heard little Gin being afraid you aren't her only one," Padma said with a childish voice, putting her lower lip out as if she was about to cry. "Poor little Ginny, thinking she'd made the bad boy Draccie a good boy."

"Gin got a problem with keeping low," I said.

"Gin got a problem with everything," Padma replied. "Her family is pretty furious now-a-days. But then again," she said as she stood a foot away from me. "Aren't they always? Oooh, Ginny's going out with Draco. Naughty girl. Oooh, Ginny doesn't want her hair to be ginger anymore," here Padma made a face as if she'd eaten something she had disliked very much, "doesn't care about family- traditions. But then again, it's not her fucking fault she has been cursed with that colour."

"Positive as always, my love," I said, smirking. I was happy to have Padma back in the city. She'd been up North, in Scotland for a while, visiting her brother. I had had no idea she even had a brother before, and really it didn't interest me too much. "Anything new?" She didn't let me capture her in my arms, so obviously something was the matter.

"I don't think I fancy you shagging my sister, Draco," she suddenly said all serious.

"Okay," I said slowly, eyeing her carefully. "I'll remember that if she goes insane and wants me once..."

"Fuck me, Draco, I know you've been shagging her."

"Fuck me, no. I know who I shag, Pad. I haven't even been close to the bitch. Even if I have been, she'd been cutting..." I waved with my hands to come up with a decent word. "...my organs off, or whatever. The girl despises me, Pad. She'd rather fuck a frog or whatever."

"God, that was sick."

"Yeah, couldn't come up with something better." Padma stood only a foot away from me, staring at me as if I would break down and beg for my life if she did it long enough. "Why would I do that?"

"You don't fool me, Draco." What in this fucking world had I done wrong today?! Two of my girlfriends attacking me with-- well, not rumours -- actually clean and hard facts, but why both today?! And Padma?! Padma was just as bad as me. Pretending to be such a nice and upper- class girl, pretending not to know what the line 'eat me' means. She like fucking invented it! "Are you going to tell me that you don't shag others than me?"

"No! But... Not your sister! Parvati is simply not my type, and why the fuck would she let that happen?! She looks at me as if I'm the one that decided to chop the rain forest down, and that I kill innocent kittens just for the fun of it!" Padma raised an eyebrow. "Okay, scratch the last one." She nodded. "Well, you get my point."

"How come," she said, "does my brother -- who loves and cares for Parvati very much -- happen to know that you've shagged her senseless then? Mind you -" she said, raising a finger in front of me "- they are close. She'd tell him anything."

"Well, in that case she should shut up, because obviously he's not trustworthy. At all." Padma didn't even smile.

"Draco," she said, starting to walk slowly around me. "Do you even see the difference between me and my sister?"

"Fuck me, no! You're like... Two drops of oil."

"Water."

"Don't blame me for trying to be artistic and all."

"How would you know then, if you'd shagged her instead of me?" That's a fucking good point. "Not that it wouldn't really make a difference would it." She did an exaggerated shrug. "A shag is a shag, right?" Oh, my sweet fucking god I was in trouble. I had probably shagged Parvati. Why, then? Why would she do such a thing? Well, apart from the fact that I'm dead drop gorgeous and ... Hm.

"I need your help," I said. She didn't look too helpful. "Millicent asked me for a favour."

"Well then, great!" She slapped my arm all of a sudden, looking very proud in a very ironic way.

"Shut the fuck up, would you? She needs our help, to break Pansy and Marcus up."

"Yeah, why don't we just - say - push the Chinese Wall down with our bare hands? That would be much easier." Padma was in business again. "What would we get for it? Well, as it is Millicent - probably nada. Why would we do it? Well, as it is Millicent - she probably didn't tell you. How would we do it? Well..." Christ.

"You know what?" I interrupted her. I needed her to go away. Now. I couldn't stand looking at her, or even hear her voice right now. I used my only weapon against Padma Patil. "You're nothing but a great body wearing a stupid helmet. Yes, I shag you, just to prove my point. Yeah, I probably even had a go at your sister. Fuck off, you cunt, run down to the brothel, where you belong. You mean nothing to me. Tell me where to send my check, because to me you're nothing but a sodding whore."And there was the biggest lie since god knows when. Padma was so offended, she didn't know how to speak. She just moaned in a very offended way, drew her breath deep. She tried to make it sound controlled, but it was everything but controlled. She was on the edge of crying.

She had been talking to me about how much it annoyed her that boys could have an uncertain number of lovers, but girls could only have one. She'd trusted me with her fear of being marked as a whore. Now I threw her trust back in her face. I can't possible be a good friend, not that I ever tried to be one. Just to make her suffer even more, I ended our meeting with a ice- cold last greeting:

"Now beat it."


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