A/N: I feel I should explain, before I begin, that Notes on Life with a Slytherin is not to be a regular, chaptered story.

It will be instead a collection of shorter drabbles and one-shots that, for whatever reason, I don't feel should stand alone as individual stories. Beyond the fact that they will all be Draco/Ginny centric, there are no other connections – each story stands alone, independent of the rest.

Some will be challenges (The DG Forum is chock-full of drabble challenges), while others will be pure invention; since I live with a man who has that trademark smirk down pat, I have notes galore of my own.

These, however, will belong to Draco and Ginny. ;)

Explanation for this drabble: This challenge comes from The DG Forum. Instructions were to take a sentence written in the One Sentence Story thread and flesh it out into a full 300 word drabble.

This drabble was inspired by MemoriesFade's sentence, post #736: "And he has the audacity to try and tell me not to go out," Ginny slurred, dancing on top of the bar, a bottle of aged whiskey in her hand.

It is exactly 300 words, less the sentence above.

On Making a Properly Scandalizing Scene

"Ginny, don't you think you should give it a rest?" Hermione wheedled, prying Ginny's shot glass out of her hand.

Ginny surrendered it with a giggle. "Barkeep! Yes, you, with the wonderful eyes. I'll just take the whole bottle. I can afford it. I'm a Malfoy, for Chrissake."

The bar tender grinned and pulled a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf. "Have fun, love."

Ginny winked and flipped her hair. "You know I will."

Hermione dropped her head to her hands. "If you weren't such a stupid drunk, I'd leave you to figure out your own way home."

"Draco'd kill you," Ginny said, laughing.

"Draco is going to kill you when he finds that you got this drunk. In public."

Ginny leaned over conspiratorially. "Who's gonna tell him? I know better. The provider of this wonderful bottle, Mr. Wonderful Eyes, does too. Right?" she cried, and was rewarded with another wink.

"Seriously, I think you've had enough—and Draco—"

"Better take off…" Ginny hummed with the music. "Hang Draco. I've got whiskey and Joe Cocker! I'm dancing, damnit!" She pulled herself up onto the bar.

"Ginny, it was just a stupid fight."

"He's a bloody wanker, thinking that the world revolves around him!" she declared. "And he has the audacity to try and tell me not to go out," Ginny slurred, dancing on top of the bar, a bottle of aged whiskey in her hand.

"Really, darling," drawled said bloody wanker. "If we're going to compare audacity, you lose. You're the one wobbling 'round the bar top."

Ginny swore and dropped the bottle.

Sighing, her husband pulled out a stack of Galleons and handed them to the bartender with a word about discretion, then helped Ginny off the bar. "Thank you, Hermione. I think I'll take it from here."

Ginny hiccupped something about revenge, but Draco just smirked at her.

"I think revenge'll wait till morning, once you're sorry and can be properly penitent, like a good girl."

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