Economy In Love: Chapter 3 drabble
Oh no. Draco and Ginny couldn't stop provoking each other. I may or may not use this.
He was lounging in the chair behind his desk, long legs stretched out and crossed loosely at the ankles. His elbow was propped up on the arm of his chair, chin braced on his palm, his other hand playing with a quill on his desk. Draco surveyed her, eyes shuttered, his lean and powerfully arresting face impassive.
"You have a new secretary. Did you tell her to not let me in?" Ginny asked quickly, before he could speak.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "No. Vanessa is only filling in for two weeks. You'll have to forgive her; she doesn't seem to like many of my female visitors," Draco drawled softly.
Ginny was acutely aware of Draco's limpid gaze on her face, and her face was smooth as she responded easily, "She has motherly instincts. How cute." She rushed on, "Anyway, I came to return this. I must have taken it with me by accident." She dropped the heavy key to Malfoy Manor on his desk and stepped back. "And in case you're interested, I'm working at the Ministry now."
"You said you'd never work at the Ministry," Draco recalled, finally abandoning the quill on his desk and sitting forward to drum his fingers.
She was momentarily disconcerted as she focused on his long fingers, the pads rough from his broomstick and small labor, tapping rapidly on the wood. "Um..." Ginny refocused on his face. "Well, I was wrong. Everyone makes misjudgements. It's not so bad."
His eyes narrowed at the implied meaning behind her words. "Fine. Settle."
"'Settle' - what's that supposed to me, 'settle?'" Ginny demanded, nerves already raw from being in his presence, being too close to him.
"Exactly that." Draco's lips twisted into a savage mockery of a smile. "You want to settle for less, that's fine with me."
"Not that it's any of your concern, but I am not 'settling' for anything," Ginny informed him. "I'm trying new things, and - I thought you'd appreciate my being independent!" At his mocking glance, she pressed on in the same breath, "I left you, didn't I?"
Draco didn't move, in fact, he stilled all motion, yet he still gave the impression of having jerked back. Draco studied her with incredulous eyes, but he recovered quickly. As she glared at him, his face lost the startled flush and his gaze darkened to a pewter color.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," he said from between his teeth. "I advise you to - "
"Don't," Ginny snapped darkly. "Don't do me any favors."
I'm so tired, so that's gonna be it for me. But thanks to everyone who read and commented on my last post, made in delirius joy! Anyhow - GOOD NIGHT!
He was lounging in the chair behind his desk, long legs stretched out and crossed loosely at the ankles. His elbow was propped up on the arm of his chair, chin braced on his palm, his other hand playing with a quill on his desk. Draco surveyed her, eyes shuttered, his lean and powerfully arresting face impassive.
"You have a new secretary. Did you tell her to not let me in?" Ginny asked quickly, before he could speak.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "No. Vanessa is only filling in for two weeks. You'll have to forgive her; she doesn't seem to like many of my female visitors," Draco drawled softly.
Ginny was acutely aware of Draco's limpid gaze on her face, and her face was smooth as she responded easily, "She has motherly instincts. How cute." She rushed on, "Anyway, I came to return this. I must have taken it with me by accident." She dropped the heavy key to Malfoy Manor on his desk and stepped back. "And in case you're interested, I'm working at the Ministry now."
"You said you'd never work at the Ministry," Draco recalled, finally abandoning the quill on his desk and sitting forward to drum his fingers.
She was momentarily disconcerted as she focused on his long fingers, the pads rough from his broomstick and small labor, tapping rapidly on the wood. "Um..." Ginny refocused on his face. "Well, I was wrong. Everyone makes misjudgements. It's not so bad."
His eyes narrowed at the implied meaning behind her words. "Fine. Settle."
"'Settle' - what's that supposed to me, 'settle?'" Ginny demanded, nerves already raw from being in his presence, being too close to him.
"Exactly that." Draco's lips twisted into a savage mockery of a smile. "You want to settle for less, that's fine with me."
"Not that it's any of your concern, but I am not 'settling' for anything," Ginny informed him. "I'm trying new things, and - I thought you'd appreciate my being independent!" At his mocking glance, she pressed on in the same breath, "I left you, didn't I?"
Draco didn't move, in fact, he stilled all motion, yet he still gave the impression of having jerked back. Draco studied her with incredulous eyes, but he recovered quickly. As she glared at him, his face lost the startled flush and his gaze darkened to a pewter color.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," he said from between his teeth. "I advise you to - "
"Don't," Ginny snapped darkly. "Don't do me any favors."
I'm so tired, so that's gonna be it for me. But thanks to everyone who read and commented on my last post, made in delirius joy! Anyhow - GOOD NIGHT!