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Malfoy led Ginny up many sets of winding stares and through a few secret passages up to one of the many castle towers and to one of the many castle towers and to a painting of Salazar Slytherin himself. “Basalisk.” He told the painting and it opened for him to enter. Ginny followed Draco through a spiraling torch lit walk way untill they emerged into a flat like common room. Ginny had never seen a dorm like this at Hogwarts. She stood shocked with drying tears staining her cheeks in the dim light. “What is this?”
“Head Boy commons. It’s great to be head.” He walked into a small residents kitchen and reamerged with two steaming mugs in his hand. He handed one to Ginny, “Here, this will take the edge off of things for a little while.”
She took the mug and carefully took a sip of its contents. It filled her with a warmth she had never felt before, burning all the way down. “What is this?” She asked both curious and skeptical.
“Fire Whiskey, I got it from The Three Broomsticks last night. ( Yes I sneak out the witches hump too Weasley.) Do you like it?” He took another drink of his own.
“Yes but. . . should we be drinking something this strong at school?”
“It’s not that strong. Besides you need it, so drink.”
To tell the truth Ginny didn’t care after the first mug whether Hogwarts would want them drinking this or not, she could feel her muscles which had been tight for weeks now giving way to relaxation. She sat down her mug on the coffee table, she and Draco were noow sitting on the sofa though neither had spoken as they sat drinking the fire whiskey. Draco stood, took her mug and disapeared back into the residents kitchen. A few minuets later he returned, both mugs overflowing with steam.
“Here you go.” He sat down, gave one mug to her and began drinking his own.
Ginny looked at the mug thoughtfully, she loved the stuff at the moment but she had never really ‘drank’ before. “I don’t think I should Malfoy. . . “
“You’ll be fine, it won’t hurt you.” He puched the mug to her lips. She gave in and began drinking again slowly.
“So . . . what was the meltdown about out there?” It was spoken as a casual question, but Ginny became slightly tense again.
“It was nothing. . . “
“Weasley, if that was nothing then my hair is turning red. What’s going on?”
Ginny scowled at him for the first comment but after a few more drinks she told him a very short, choppy version of the events of the summer. He just nodded, took her mug and retreated to the kitchen for a minuet and again when he returned the mugs were overflowing with steam. He handed one back to Ginny and began drinking the other himself.
“I really shouldn’t Malfoy, I’ve never drank like this before. . .” She was looking at the mug with a doughtful look on her pale face.
“You’ll be fine Weasley, it’s not gonna do shit, just drink.”
She took a sip and then set it down. Malfoy had removed something from his pockett but Ginny couldn’t quite make out what, she thought to herself that she must be getting very tiered even though it was only lunch time.
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