fan_elune | Feels good...

Wrote the first draft of Boys Meet Boys, the answer to the 10 things challenge I've got going with

khylarenelf. I need to reread some BMB comics to make sure the BMB boys are in character, and then get it betaread and it'll be good. Had so much fun playing with them all. Couldn't resist putting a bit of Hazel into it, too.

Also wrote a quick Draco/Ginny ficlet for shycutie, who got sunburnt and was in need of some fluffiness to make up for it. Here goes (no spoilers for anything, it's a future fic). It's unbetaed, so if anyone notices anything, please let me know!

Sunburnt

It hurt. And it itched, too. But mostly it hurt, in a burning, baking way. Yes. Ginny Weasley felt as if she were in an oven, or at least as if her arms were, no matter that she was back in the shadowed safety of her flat. Whenever she dared risking a look at them, their bright pink colour only enhanced the impression. Her arms were baking, in a most painful way. Now she felt sorry for lobsters. And thankful that she had decided to remain in her long skirt and Muggle top, too. Not to mention the hat. The hat had been a life-saver.

Of course, the attitude her boyfriend was displaying about the sunburn did everything but help. "I swear, you snigger one more time and I'll..."

Draco Malfoy was wearing his trademark smirk as he looked up at her from the Quidditch magazine he was reading. "And you'll what? You're the one who insisted that Muggle cream should work just as well as a filter spell."

"No, Dad was the one who insisted about that."

"You're the one who agreed to test it," Draco amended without losing the smirk.

Ginny hated the smirk. She hated it almost as much as she loved it. It summed up her feelings for Draco quite well. After three years, the passion had not diminished, probably due to his ability to infuriate her with a word or a look. Their relationship had never been anything close to comfortable, or secure. She half expected it to end every other day. But so far, it had hold.

Though it might not hold much longer if he was not more sympathetic about the sunburns.

"It should have worked," she insisted stubbornly, glaring down at the offending bottle of lotion. "Maybe I didn't put enough."

"Or maybe it's Muggle and that'll teach you."

"It will not teach me, Malfoy."

He flicked a dismissive look at her before going back to reading his magazine. He knew just as well as she did that he had worked her up into a decent temper, for her to call him by his last name. It used to hurt him, at the beginning, probably because it reminded him of his father. At first he blanched, or thinned his lips, or straightened his spine, and then it grew to be nothing more than a brief flash of pain in his grey eyes. But either he had learnt to disguise it, or he had got used to it and was no longer affected. In a perverse way, Ginny liked to think it was the first option. There was something satisfying in the knowledge that she, too, could hurt him. That he was not unattainable.

Because by Merlin, he sure could hurt her.

With the anger, she forgot about the pain for an instant, enough for her to cross her arms under her breasts in her usual, defensive manner. She uncrossed them immediately as tears pricked at her eyes at the pain caused by the careless, rough contact. She hated this, and she hated him.

"You're one of the best Healers I know, Gin. Why are you going through this?"

She shifted in the armchair, then stood and headed for the bag of lotions her father had Flooed her this morning, when he had learned of their plan to go to the beach for the day. "I'm doing this the Muggle way," she answered through gritted teeth, hating that she was unable to detect any hint of concern in his voice. "If only to spite you."

"You're the one in pain."

Ginny did not answer as she carefully rummaged through the bag. She let out a brief exclamation of triumph when she found a bottle of after-sun lotion. Muggles knew what they were doing.

"You're not going to put more of their stuff on you?"

She turned back to him with her own devious smile. "No. Of course not. I rather thought you'd put more of their 'stuff' on me."

Draco quirked an eyebrow at her. "Me? Put Muggle stuff on you?"

She stayed where she was, quirked an eyebrow of her own. "If you're gentle enough, I'll let you put Muggle stuff on other places than my arms..." She shifted her gaze to the bottle and squeezed a small drop of clear blue lotion on the tip of her finger. "I might even return the favour," she added carelessly. She massaged the lotion ever so carefully on her forearm, relieved at the freshness of the cream. She looked up to tell Draco she would be in the bedroom, only to find him taking the bottle from her hand.

"Ready to use Muggle stuff, Draco?" she teased.

The smirk was still there and she instantly knew he was going to do something she did not like. He performed the healing spell on her arms in the blink of an eye, fast curser that he was. No one but Harry cursed faster than Draco. The freshness was welcome and her skin had reacquired its usual paleness, but she still narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance.

"I told you I was doing this the Muggle way, Malfoy."

"Ha, but I have things planned that will require you to have full use of your arms, Gin..."

He had slipped his hand under her top and pulled her to him, and he was drawing feather-light circles on her lower back, the exact way she had always been unable to resist. Her breath drew short as she closed her eyes, leaning forward on him. He took advantage of that to nibble at her neck.

"When we're... done with this... I'll still be angry..."

She moaned as he sucked at the flesh under her ear; he could play her so easily, and they both knew it.

His voice was husky as he spoke, his breath sending yet another shiver down her spine, increasing the clenching of things low in her body. "Trust me love, when we're done with this, you won't be much more than a bundle of whimpering, overloaded nerves."

"P-promise?"

It was only when he fell on top of her on the bed that she realised he had Apparated them into the bedroom. He divested her of her top and bra in between slow, hungry kisses that seemed to grasp at her very soul and stretch it over between them almost painfully. Cunning little – her thought process was cut short by the feeling of something cold on her belly. She squealed, but her breath caught when he started to massage the lotion in, up her body.

"I reckon Muggles occasionally have good ideas," he whispered, something light dancing in the silver eyes she could not look away from. He dropped his voice as he added, "Promise."

Still trying to catch her breath, Ginny could not answer.

But she would return the favour.

Other than that, I now officially have the role of Blanche in Streetcar! Yay! Though I don't know how on earth it's going to work out, the performances are in a month and not half the actors know their text. But it's drama. It'll work out. It's got to.