Bullseye

Ginny Weasley was twenty-four, single, and living with the last person she ever expected to have as a roommate. They had their differences when they went to Hogwarts together, but now that was a thing of the past.

"Pass me a glass," Pansy said, eyeing the wine in front of her. "I need to have a drink."

"You don't need to," Ginny said as she held the wine bottle in her hand. "What kind of a day did you have that you feel like getting smashed anyway?"

"A bad one."

"Well, that's obvious," Ginny said, snorting. "But when have you had a good day and not passed up a drink?"

"Are you saying I drink too much?" Pansy asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"You could cut back," offered Ginny quietly.

"Like you should talk," Pansy said as she looked at the full glass in the redhead's hand.

"I like to unwind from work, okay? I like to come home, relax, and have some wine. Is that so bad?"

"No," Pansy said, shaking her head. She went over to the couch and plopped down, her eyes never leaving Ginny's. "One is fine, but four, I'd say that's a bit much even for you, Weasley."

"Pansy," the smaller girl groaned. "You promised you wouldn't call me that anymore."

"I never promised anything of the sort, I just said I would try not to say it that much."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "So, is this going to be a tradition with us - come home and get so drunk we pass out?"

Pansy lowered her eyes to her near-empty glass. "We could go out," she suggested. "Go find some guys and come back here."

"Do I look like that type of girl?" Ginny asked, sticking out a slipper-covered foot from under the table. "Besides, I'm not fit to meet anyone tonight."

"Really?" Pansy said, a smirk spreading across her face. She stood, grabbed her wand from the coffee table, and pointed it at Ginny.

Ginny hadn't known what the spell was at first. Then she looked down and let out a cry. "What did you do?" she demanded, heading to the bathroom.

Her reflection blinked back at her, her brown eyes darker due to the heavy black shadow and liner. She glanced at the skirt she wore and concluded that it was far too short, as it barely reached the tops of her knees. What's worse was the top; it was a red halter with slits on the sides.

"I can't wear this!" Ginny explained as she came back. "I look like you!"

"Is that a bad thing?" Pansy asked innocently. She touched a lock of Ginny's dark, wavy hair. "I think I did a good job. Now come on, let's go."

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"Why do you get to wear pants?" Ginny asked as they walked down the street. She had been so frantic about what Pansy did to her that she didn't even notice her own outfit.

"These will come off in time," Pansy said, grinning.

"Of course," Ginny muttered. "So, what am I, easy access?"

Pansy turned around and smiled at her, the streetlamp above making her face glow. "Something like that."

"Where are we going?" Ginny asked, realizing she didn't recognize anything. "You haven't made a deal and sold me to some creepy, disgusting pervert, have you?" She heard Pansy chuckle.

"Creepy and disgusting? I'll have you know I'm just a pervert, thank you very much," said a voice.

Ginny stopped and looked at one of the houses they stood in front of. On one of the steps was a man. He stood quietly and came further into the light, his eyes illuminated.

Ginny blinked, hard, running through her memory. She knew who he was but could not place his name. When he ran a hand through his fine, blond hair, she gasped. She pinched herself, certain she was dreaming.

"You're in the real world," he said, as if reading her mind. "It's me, Weasley, I assure you."

Draco Malfoy smirked at her.

"I didn't know you lived here," Ginny said to him, then looked at Pansy. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," Pansy said, putting her hands up. "I ran into him a month ago and we started talking. He asked to see me again and I offered to bring my roommate along."

"Let me guess," Ginny said, sighing. "You didn't tell him who it was."

Pansy grinned. "I thought it would be a nice surprise."

Draco cleared his throat. "As much as I love being the topic of discussion, and I do very much enjoy it, I was under the impression we had somewhere to be."

"I do," Pansy said. "Draco, I trust you'll get Ginny back to our flat in one piece?"

He nodded.

When Pansy Apparated, Ginny stared at the spot she had been in before saying, "What just happened here?"

"I think she wants us to make nice," Draco said.

"Why would she think I needed to go on a date?" Ginny said. "I'm fine at home with my books and―"

He stared at her.

"I guess one date wouldn't hurt," Ginny muttered. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find a suitable man to be around."

Draco opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it when he saw her expression.

"I was just kidding. You can heal your bruised ego with a drink or two. I think you can handle that, can't you?" Ginny smiled and started down the road. She could hear his footsteps behind her.

"That's very funny, Weasley," he drawled as he fell beside her and kept his pace. "But where are we going?"

The redhead smirked, the wind howling and whipping around her barely clothed body. "To my flat," she said. "Unless you don't think you can deal with that."

"You're very bold," Draco said as he stepped in front of her. "You do remember who I am, don't you?"

When she placed her hands against his chest and leaned in close, he caught a whiff of lavender on her.

"You're really going to argue with me over this?" she asked, pushing the hair from her eyes. "Pansy set this up because we're both in need of something. I know you're smart so I don't have to explain what that might be."

"It's been a long time." Draco didn't care that his arm was around her waist, or that he was pulling her closer. Her smell was driving him to distraction.

"Has it?" Ginny asked, her fingers sliding across his neck. "Well, I'm sure you remember how to do it properly. After all, you were the Slytherin Sex God, weren't you?"

He nodded as she Apparated them into a dimly lit hallway. She watched him look around before she took a pair of keys from her pocket and unlocked the door. Then she gripped his shirt.

"Let's see if you can't reclaim your title," she whispered as she shut the door behind them.

She'd have to remember to thank Pansy for this in the morning.