Ficlet: "Sunny Beach" (HP, Ginny/Viktor)
Title: Sunny Beach
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Viktor/Ginny
Request: Tourism at its best.
Rating: G/PG
Word Count: 400
Author's Notes: Written for captainpookey in the wishlist event over at rarepair_shorts . Oh, and my apologies to any Bulgarians who might be reading this -- I know there is more to your country than seaside resorts; hopefully, Ginny will find out too. *g*
She'd probably already had too much to drink; still, Ginny accepted the cocktail, frowning at it curiously. "What's this?"
"It's called a Daiquiri," Viktor explained, leaning over in a manner that seemed all too helpful, somehow. He gave a burp, then tried to cover it by coughing, unsuccessfully. "Muggles love it."
"I'm sure," Ginny said. She took a tentative sip; liking the flavour, she downed half of the glass, then grinned. "It's not as strong as wizard drinks, you know."
"You just wait," he said, sounding more amused than ominous. "You will be surprised."
"Phah." She emptied the glass, then set it down with a smack. "It's you who'll be surprised."
Viktor called something to the bartender; a few minutes later, new drinks appeared in front of them. Ginny stared at them, dubiously. "You're not trying to get me drunk, are you?"
"I have the feeling you are trying to get yourself drunk," Viktor retorted. His smile was somewhat shaky. "I hope you aren't still bitter about losing that bet?"
Ginny took another swig, then sniffed. "It was just a training match."
"So you are not bothered by the fact that I got the Snitch before you did?"
"It was just a training match," she repeated, proud of her own equai -- equam -- equanimity. Regarding her drink suspiciously, she raised her chin. "Besides, you had the advantage of the home field."
"Will learn you not to make bets," Viktor said. His left eyelid twitched; if he'd been another sort of bloke, she'd supposed he was winking at her. "I do not think you have cause to complain, yet... Do you?"
"Hmph." Ginny tried to think about what she would have got if she'd won, but her thoughts eluded her. All that she could think about was the noisy bar, the scantily clad people, the tourists. "I said I'd let you take me for a round trip in Bulgaria, nothing more." She focused -- or tried to focus, the music was so distracting -- on his eyes. "We haven't even left this place yet."
"Oh, we will," Viktor said. Now he was definitely winking. The sight was unsettling, but also weirdly charming; Ginny put it down to the lingering effect of the sun from earlier that day.
"Not before you get a tattoo," she warned, to which he chuckled, clinking their glasses together: "You will have to beat me first."
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Viktor/Ginny
Request: Tourism at its best.
Rating: G/PG
Word Count: 400
Author's Notes: Written for captainpookey in the wishlist event over at rarepair_shorts . Oh, and my apologies to any Bulgarians who might be reading this -- I know there is more to your country than seaside resorts; hopefully, Ginny will find out too. *g*
She'd probably already had too much to drink; still, Ginny accepted the cocktail, frowning at it curiously. "What's this?"
"It's called a Daiquiri," Viktor explained, leaning over in a manner that seemed all too helpful, somehow. He gave a burp, then tried to cover it by coughing, unsuccessfully. "Muggles love it."
"I'm sure," Ginny said. She took a tentative sip; liking the flavour, she downed half of the glass, then grinned. "It's not as strong as wizard drinks, you know."
"You just wait," he said, sounding more amused than ominous. "You will be surprised."
"Phah." She emptied the glass, then set it down with a smack. "It's you who'll be surprised."
Viktor called something to the bartender; a few minutes later, new drinks appeared in front of them. Ginny stared at them, dubiously. "You're not trying to get me drunk, are you?"
"I have the feeling you are trying to get yourself drunk," Viktor retorted. His smile was somewhat shaky. "I hope you aren't still bitter about losing that bet?"
Ginny took another swig, then sniffed. "It was just a training match."
"So you are not bothered by the fact that I got the Snitch before you did?"
"It was just a training match," she repeated, proud of her own equai -- equam -- equanimity. Regarding her drink suspiciously, she raised her chin. "Besides, you had the advantage of the home field."
"Will learn you not to make bets," Viktor said. His left eyelid twitched; if he'd been another sort of bloke, she'd supposed he was winking at her. "I do not think you have cause to complain, yet... Do you?"
"Hmph." Ginny tried to think about what she would have got if she'd won, but her thoughts eluded her. All that she could think about was the noisy bar, the scantily clad people, the tourists. "I said I'd let you take me for a round trip in Bulgaria, nothing more." She focused -- or tried to focus, the music was so distracting -- on his eyes. "We haven't even left this place yet."
"Oh, we will," Viktor said. Now he was definitely winking. The sight was unsettling, but also weirdly charming; Ginny put it down to the lingering effect of the sun from earlier that day.
"Not before you get a tattoo," she warned, to which he chuckled, clinking their glasses together: "You will have to beat me first."